Why any continue to give ear to a blowhard going around firing people who do not work for him is beyond my ken to wrestle into sense for you darling. Have a cookie instead.
Why any continue to give ear to a blowhard going around firing people who do not work for him is beyond my ken to wrestle into sense for you darling. Have a cookie instead.
Perhaps more self-consciously self-revelatory self-documenting than anything else I’ve posted is this:
My mum told me as a kid, so often, so softly, but with something a little different in her eyes, she would say, “Sweetie, you’ve got to fight fire with fire.”
I listened.
(aside) So, is this the guy?…okay (full throated) It’s the Wicker Man, right, it’s all those fucking antler movies, okay, but, BUT, here’s the thing, BUT—the movie itself is the straw man, y’get it?, the movie is the fucking straw man. Yeah, “summer blockbuster”, that’s good!
And as I slowly walk up to some fly with my rolled up magazine, I find myself telling it, soothingly, “It’s a really interesting article, take a look…”
On the positive, in a pinball machine town like this, well, interesting things pop up, in the lake, and elsewhere. Not resolution generating in this case, but interesting.
“I know what’s going on. We got a bunch of fucking vampires out there, trying to get in here and suck our fucking blood. And that’s it. Plain and simple. I don’t want to hear anything about “I don’t believe in vampires,” because I don’t fucking believe in vampires, but I believe in my own two eyes, and what I saw, is fucking vampires. Now, do we all agree that what we are dealing with is vampires?”
— Seth Gecko, via George Clooney, in From Dusk Till Dawn, 1996
I was born smack dab in the middle of the temporal mid point of the cuban missile crises. So, you’re going have to work harder to impress me.
Puty, to paraphrase Busta, you talk shit then abandon ship. When will the people of Russia do us the courtesy of escorting you to the slide drawer?
That some would want to have intercourse with Trump’s skull, I get it. Mountain of cottage cheese with a red tickle feather on top. GoodTV. But please don’t do it—he likes it, you see, and it makes him do things, bad weird things…
I recognize last handful of posts can read as a flare, a spasm, ignorable emotional effluvia. To be fair, sure, a bit, but more a summary I think. I mean, damn—shit is weird, hard weird.
I just hope I’m not frightening the normies too much.
We used to be able to do this shit on the down-low. 😐