Ooooh…forgot about tonight’s debate Republocrat WankFest. (I’d surmise that the rest of you are looking forward to it every bit as much as I am. Pffft!)
Since LambiePieK and I dumped our satellite service, we moved the TV out of the living room. Not sure I want to watch teh political theatre streaming live, as I might be tempted to take out my monitor ala Elvis and his television. 👿
You know what I’m really grateful for this morning? Automatic coffee makers. With timers. So that when you wake up at o dark thirty, there’s already coffee there.
Not a bad idea, Sven…except wouldn’t live-blogging require actually watching teh carp show?
*Shudders*
“The press is a gang of cruel faggots. Journalism is not a profession or a trade. It is a cheap catch-all for fuckoffs and misfits—a false doorway to the backside of life, a filthy piss-ridden little hole nailed off by the building inspector, but just deep enough for a wino to curl up from the sidewalk and masturbate like a chimp in a zoo-cage.” ― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
It’s not even quarter after 11 and it’s already over 100°F and the humidity is down to 12%. There’s a nice wind blowing, too. Someone walking around in corduroy pants would probably set the whole state on fire.
Maybe Frisch will fall into an inaccessible canyon brimming with pointy rocks on one of her outings; a tragic hiking mishap. 👿
On another note: Victoria, Australia has recently passed an anti-mooning law. Aussie author John Birmingham (some of whose books I’ve read an enjoyed) wrote an editorial decrying this assault on a cherished freedom Down Under:
I speak of the unspeakable anti-mooning laws. Those pale, sunken-chested Vics now face the prospect of a stretch held inside at Her Majesty’s pleasure for indulging themselves in the simple pleasure we barrel-chested fecund Queensland folk take for granted; our inalienable right to drop pants and give Her Maj a piece of our minds.
I speak of mooning, of lowering strides, of the great unblinking brown eye. That is what has made us the greatest state in this great big brown wide land of ours – our willingness to bare cheeks and open wide the crack of doom at any and all who would challenge our right to do so.
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I do not claim to have bared my back end at those who have offended me. Lo, I cry it from the highest towers, just before unbuckling and turning the unblinking eye of Sauron upon my enemies.
I would livestream the debate, but I’m too exhausted. Not even to watch Hillary! fall down on her dumpling ass (many, many dumplings) am I going to be able to stay
awake this evening. Sorry.
I heard the first question on the radio, while driving home with victuals to prepare the evening repast. It told me all I needed to know about how in the can the “moderator” is for Her Thighness. The question was in regard to who would do a better job of adding good jobs to the economy. The exchange was something like this:
Moderator: Question to Hillary!
Hillary!: canned response
M: Same question to Trump
Trump: canned response
M: Hillary, would you like to respond to Trump?
H: attack Trump
M: Mr. Trump can you tell us, specifically, how you would bring jobs back to America?
T: answer
M: But how, specifically would you do this?
Happy Monday, GN!
Wonderfully pawthetic thread GIF, Mac; a perfect way to start teh week. 😉
Good morning and happy Monday…if there is such a thing.
Ooooh…forgot about tonight’s
debateRepublocrat WankFest. (I’d surmise that the rest of you are looking forward to it every bit as much as I am. Pffft!)Since LambiePieK and I dumped our satellite service, we moved the TV out of the living room. Not sure I want to watch teh political theatre streaming live, as I might be tempted to take out my monitor ala Elvis and his television. 👿
Hai, Sven!
Hi Fatwa--perhaps tonight should be a live blogging event here at teh wheel.
You know what I’m really grateful for this morning? Automatic coffee makers. With timers. So that when you wake up at o dark thirty, there’s already coffee there.
Not a bad idea, Sven…except wouldn’t live-blogging require actually watching teh carp show?
*Shudders*
Ah come on, Fatwa. You KNOW you’ll be watching just to see what happens. Even if you don’t want to, Miss Brenda will make ya.
Off to work where I’m sure the conversation will be all about tonight’s festivities and drinking games.
AFAIC, the only appropriate debate drinking game would be to start doing shots at noon and keep going until I pass out.
Some particularly egregious abuse of asset forfeiture laws. IMHO, Sheriff Federspiel should meet with a gruesome demise:
http://mimesislaw.com/fault-lines/got-nice-stuff-beware-of-the-saginaw-county-sheriff/13039
We really need to end the War on Drugs.
Good morning, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa, and Sven!
It got into triple digits, yesterday, and it looks like it’s going to be more of the same today. What fun!
A friend suggested a debate drinking game -- take a shot every time someone who isn’t named Johnson or Stein is asked a question.
Batshit crazy Deb just moved to Encinitas??? Ferf*cksake! Have they been warned?
She’s already made her presence known with at least one hiking group.
Gosh, I hope it wasn’t my hiking group! “SoCal Hiking Sisters” I will warn them if she surfaces.
No, that wasn’t the one.
The group is San Diego Day Hikers.
It’s not even quarter after 11 and it’s already over 100°F and the humidity is down to 12%. There’s a nice wind blowing, too. Someone walking around in corduroy pants would probably set the whole state on fire.
Hai, Paddy and Cali!
I can barely imagine wearing cords in that sort of SoCal weather; yuck!
But I doubt I’d start a fire, as they’d be sodden with sweat, so I’ve got that goin’ for me.
I wonder if anyone’s given SMOD the location of Hofstra? 👿
Is this her?
http://photos2.meetupstatic.com/photos/member/e/5/7/a/highres_256198746.jpeg
That’s her. Yes, Ma’am.
Well then, I wont be hiking with that group!
Hai, Mac!
Maybe Frisch will fall into an inaccessible canyon brimming with pointy rocks on one of her outings; a tragic hiking mishap. 👿
On another note: Victoria, Australia has recently passed an anti-mooning law. Aussie author John Birmingham (some of whose books I’ve read an enjoyed) wrote an editorial decrying this assault on a cherished freedom Down Under:
http://www.brisbanetimes.com.au/comment/blunt-instrument/our-cherished-australian-rights-could-be-gone-in-a-flash-20160926-grp1oi.html
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I would livestream the debate, but I’m too exhausted. Not even to watch Hillary! fall down on her dumpling ass (many, many dumplings) am I going to be able to stay
awake this evening. Sorry.
I heard the first question on the radio, while driving home with victuals to prepare the evening repast. It told me all I needed to know about how in the can the “moderator” is for Her Thighness. The question was in regard to who would do a better job of adding good jobs to the economy. The exchange was something like this:
Moderator: Question to Hillary!
Hillary!: canned response
M: Same question to Trump
Trump: canned response
M: Hillary, would you like to respond to Trump?
H: attack Trump
M: Mr. Trump can you tell us, specifically, how you would bring jobs back to America?
T: answer
M: But how, specifically would you do this?
Shut off radio, bring groceries into house.
They’re over in the next thread, Sir. I tried to listen but had to click off after about 15 minutes. I will claim my bad heart as an excuse.