Tried to find a contemporary sitcom (“situation COMEDY”) to watch the other night. Was unsuccessful. Nothing comedic on. Maybe it would help if I knocked a few IQ points off with a Hivemind-issued autolobotomy kit (where “a few IQ points” = more than half those available).
It’s a Puzzle, Wrapped in a Mystery, Surrounded by a Swarm of Political Lies. . .
But I think I have finally figured out CwaZy (pervy, racist) UnKa JoE, ZOMBIE POOPY-PANTS President in Name Only’s “look.” It’s a kinda low-rent, white bread “Green Globlin” with a HUGE spash of “granny-with-dementia,” mixed with just ordinary, everyday lying politician sleeze.
But there’s somethiing more, some elusive je ne sais quoi. . . but I can tell ya it stinks worse than Captain Syphilus’s diseased, urm, [family censored ?#heh]?.
Whatever it is, just his “look” is toxic waste.
Never Forget
Since this is a mid-term election year, always remember that in addition to MASSIVE Dhimmicrap cheating one should also always remain aware of the stupidity of people in large groups, especially on election day.
After all, the stupidity of people i large groups is what democracy is all about. . .
“In a democracy (‘rule by mob’), those who refuse to learn from history will be the majority and will dictate that everyone else suffer for their ignorance.” -third world county’s corollary to Santayana’s Axiom
Tongue-Clicking SciFi or LitRPG Characters Have You Twitching, Too?
Soooooo tired of this Manga meme. ITRW, people only do this to “giddyup” horses or sub for clickers with click-trained dogs. Or. . . they are imaginary (yeh, that’s about how “real world” they are) Japanese schoolgirls (or schoolboys who would be more comfy in skits) caught up in a Manga meme.
Here’s the solution for those twitches: STOP READING THAT CRAP!
*heh*
Long Hours at the Range?
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Should use this instead of ballistic gel for those long days at the range. . .
*meh* Privacy
In terms of “doneness,” I prefer to remain medium rare. I’d go for rare, but VPNs and Onion routers can only do so much. And besides, anyone with a registered domain is pretty much an open book (paying extra for a hosting service to obscure a registration is silly, given massive government malfeasances, even apart from, potentially/possibly, though unlikely legitimate government subpoenas, warrants etc.), and even domains registered to LLCs and trusts established in states with the best privacy protections currently in place are penetrable, so “medium rare” it is. . .
Town Livin’
Third World County™-style.
Yeh, I did see a pig sauntering down the street through a collection of small apartments, and I am now listening to a Spring calf bawl just over the way, in a neighbor’s yard. Amd their rooster makes for a pleasant dawn wakeup call.
Here. In town. Maybe the “city” will let me raise goats to mow my lawn. . .
Remember “The Frugal Gourmet”?
Yeh, he wasn’t. Frugal, that is. But by adapting his recipes and using genuinely frugal ingredients and techniques, I found that I was able to make some nutritious and delicious meals inexpensively.
“shrugs* I’m sure he was “frugal” by a definition of the word that was held by folks who, nowadays, would waste $$ on crap coffee from “Starclucks,” but that ain’t frugal.
My Name Is NOT “Joe Btfsplk”
No, that is not a rain cloud you see hovering over my head. It’s smoke from me constantly burning the lies from politicians, Mass MEdia Hivemind Podpeople, Academia Nut Fruitcakes, and other assorted Children of the Lie.
Olde Pharte Syndrome® Strikes Again
Now and again, I hear (between my ears) Ravenscroft’s voice singing the melody to “You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch” but with different lyrics featuring Son&Heir’s dog. . .
“You’re a good dog, Mr. Hobbs. . . ”
And that quite often invokes Olde Pharte Syndrome®, and I am transported (again, between my ears) back to Capitol Recording, LA, 1971, where my intro to 70s-era recording technology was performed by Bud Cole, Ravenscroft’s frequent sound engineer/producer, chatting with me as he worked the board.
Ah! Memories. They are what tell us when we have gotten old enough, eh? *heh*