OAKLAND, Calif. — The Broncos walked into a seedy old tavern called the Black Hole, and got the snot knocked out of them by bad dudes that stunk like pirates.
Those Raiders your grandfather used to hate? Well, they’re back, snarling and smelling of rum. And Oakland just took first place in the AFC West from Denver. By extreme force. The Broncos not only got beat 30-20, the loss tasted like blood in the mouth. On Sunday night, the Super Bowl champs were treated like punching bags.
Good morning, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa, and Sven!
Tomorrow is the big day -- when the dead arise and shamble to the polls to vote for their favorite Democrat; when we are inundated with early polling results, early-early polling results, and early-early-early polling results; when the talking heads give us their predictions -- over, and over, and over again -- then change their predictions when they are proven wrong and try to convince us they were right all along; when states are called hours before the polls close.
The Weavers were killed before Reno’s time, but what I’ve always found funny (and not in a ha ha way) was that the raid on the Branch Davidians was conceived and planned under the Bush I administration and executed (pun intended) under the Clinton administration.
Tomorrow is the big day. We’ve gone through three elections now at teh wheel--however things turn out, I’m thankful that we’ve experienced them together.
Thanks for pointing out my error; sloppy recollection on my part which I ought to have checked.
At this time tomorrow, most media hacks will be making wildly optimistic predictions about their dreamy, cankly felon of a candidate. And doing their best to discourage last minute voters in the western U.S. from going to the polls.
Well let the games begin
Let’s let the circus burn
‘Cause I’m a wise old dog and you have much to learn
It’s a cosmic joke those suckers never knew
Before I melt this ball I’m gonna burn them too
After what in reality has been minimal reflection, I’ll cast a vote for Trump tomorrow. I’m not agonizing over it; as much as I despise Trump, the Clinton!-Leftie machine is worse.
Gut Rumbles from 2002:
“But I will despise Bill Clinton and his ilk and minions all my life, because they manufacture whatever shit is necessary to fill themselves with, and they lie when the truth would have served them better. I really don’t understand people like that. I also despise the people who eat that shit up like gravy on rice, too. They drink the purple Kool-Aid gladly, with eyes shut and every lesson Mom and Dad ever taught them shut down. Fuckwits. The same people wonder how Adolph Hitler came to power. Gawd! It only takes a dedicated cadre of True Believers, you gravy-suckers!”
I’ve been watching. First, I thought it was Dan Rather. Then, I became convinced that it was Bill Clinton. Later, I decided that it was Steve Spurrier. Now, I’m wondering…
Earlier, I eliminated Hillary Clinton because she doesn’t meet the qualifications. I’m pretty sure that it’s supposed to be a guy. That leaves Hillary in the clear, right? Maybe not.
Monday again?!? Gaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Mac’s thread GIF demonstrates the embarrassment of premature exhilaration. 👿
Mac --
Thanks for posting the flaxseed bread recipes and comments; I’m planning to pick-up ingredients during this week’s Waddlemart run.
This ought to be an, erm, interesting week, n’est çe pas?
Good morning, GN!
Monday’s are soooooo much better when the Raiders are in first place!
From the Denver Post:
OAKLAND, Calif. — The Broncos walked into a seedy old tavern called the Black Hole, and got the snot knocked out of them by bad dudes that stunk like pirates.
Those Raiders your grandfather used to hate? Well, they’re back, snarling and smelling of rum. And Oakland just took first place in the AFC West from Denver. By extreme force. The Broncos not only got beat 30-20, the loss tasted like blood in the mouth. On Sunday night, the Super Bowl champs were treated like punching bags.
Heh
Love it!
Heya, Sven!
Congrats to your Raiders; liked the Denver Post snark.
Good morning, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa, and Sven!
Tomorrow is the big day -- when the dead arise and shamble to the polls to vote for their favorite Democrat; when we are inundated with early polling results, early-early polling results, and early-early-early polling results; when the talking heads give us their predictions -- over, and over, and over again -- then change their predictions when they are proven wrong and try to convince us they were right all along; when states are called hours before the polls close.
Hai, Paddy!
No matter the outcome, tomorrow will be a sort of divide-by-zero-sum game.
Janet Reno has died. 80 Branch Davidians, including women and children, were unavailable for comment.
Ditto Vicky and Sammy Weaver.
The Weavers were killed before Reno’s time, but what I’ve always found funny (and not in a ha ha way) was that the raid on the Branch Davidians was conceived and planned under the Bush I administration and executed (pun intended) under the Clinton administration.
Tomorrow is the big day. We’ve gone through three elections now at teh wheel--however things turn out, I’m thankful that we’ve experienced them together.
Sven --
Thanks for pointing out my error; sloppy recollection on my part which I ought to have checked.
At this time tomorrow, most media hacks will be making wildly optimistic predictions about their dreamy, cankly felon of a candidate. And doing their best to discourage last minute voters in the western U.S. from going to the polls.
Fuck them.
Fuck the Republican party.
Fuck the Democrat party.
Current mood:
Well let the games begin
Let’s let the circus burn
‘Cause I’m a wise old dog and you have much to learn
It’s a cosmic joke those suckers never knew
Before I melt this ball I’m gonna burn them too
And that’s a great video, Fatwa. Can I work that into a professional presentation at teh bestest place ever? Hmmmm. Must think on this.
After what in reality has been minimal reflection, I’ll cast a vote for Trump tomorrow. I’m not agonizing over it; as much as I despise Trump, the Clinton!-Leftie machine is worse.
Gut Rumbles from 2002:
“But I will despise Bill Clinton and his ilk and minions all my life, because they manufacture whatever shit is necessary to fill themselves with, and they lie when the truth would have served them better. I really don’t understand people like that. I also despise the people who eat that shit up like gravy on rice, too. They drink the purple Kool-Aid gladly, with eyes shut and every lesson Mom and Dad ever taught them shut down. Fuckwits. The same people wonder how Adolph Hitler came to power. Gawd! It only takes a dedicated cadre of True Believers, you gravy-suckers!”
More Gut Rumbles from 2006: on the lookout
I’ve been watching. First, I thought it was Dan Rather. Then, I became convinced that it was Bill Clinton. Later, I decided that it was Steve Spurrier. Now, I’m wondering…
Earlier, I eliminated Hillary Clinton because she doesn’t meet the qualifications. I’m pretty sure that it’s supposed to be a guy. That leaves Hillary in the clear, right? Maybe not.
She COULD be the Antichrist.