He might have had the microphone before, but then legions of non-voters granted him THE POWER over their lives!
wHeN tHeRe’S aN eLeCTiOn YoU oNLy eLeCt OnE pErSoN!
bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe LoL
i Am NoT LiKe A mEdiEvaL pEaSaNt, i Am a PuRe AnD eNLigHtEnEd DeLiCaTe FLoWeR
It bears mentioning that none of this would have been necessary if people have gone out and VOTED in numbers like these.
Instead they first passively threw a tantrum enabling this Gestapo, now their country is a global pariah, not to be trusted again, while expending so much more energy, experiencing much more inconvenience and risk than voting, just to send a symbolic message to sociopaths who have the power, enjoy abusing it, and do NOT care to listen.
Which is to say: this is meaningless, voting is everything and you blew it yet again. But people insist on wanting to be inspired by one godking figurehead, refusing to understand how consistently voting just one day a year, in presidentials, midterms and off-years, is how political momentum is built or eroded, how a government is not one godking president, but an entire system with hundreds of thousands of civil servants, elected, appointed and hired, at every level of government, momentum builds slowly.
If Democrats ever win again, it will be with one hand tied behind their back, facing right-wing sabotage every step of the way, just as has happened every time since Jimmy Carter, and if they can’t wave a magic political wand and fix this unfixable mess in one go, the oh-so-precious impatient electorate is going to throw yet another destructive tantrum and back to square minus five or worse.
The fact of the matter is that if Democrats had been elected, there would have been no invasion of Venezuela, nor Iraq two decades ago.
Let us not kid ourselves. Non-voting eligible American voters let trump take the reins again, with control of Congress and the Supreme Court, knowing he could pull shit like this at any moment, yet still sat on their lazy asses TWO Election Days, fondling their purity, bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe LoL, and now they’re like… “C’mon Schumer… dazzle me and my most excellent purity over here!”
Elections have huge consequences, so spare us the righteous outrage. Whatever blood gets spilled, it’s also on those soft, tender, lily-white hands of non-voting deadweights.
Also, twice is a pattern: “Vote for a woman?!! Me?!! When PIGS FLY!!!”
Having read the original Foundation Trilogy twice, I can give a heartfelt stamp of approval to the BBC radio play of it, apparently it’s from 1977, I had assumed it was at least half a decade older than that. Hope you enjoy, I surely did.
It seems my mind fine-tuned the phrase without me noticing it, for years I’ve thought of it as:
"Never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity incompetence."
It hits a little harder, I think, because incompetence should be vincible, a condition that can be overcome, implying that it’s a choice, a lazy indifferent choice, a mediocrity.
THE BRIAN
NAMED ITSELF
THE BRIAN
(and he would have gotten away with it, too,
if it hadn’t it been for you meddling kids)
Well… since most of the big ones are taken, I’ll throw in:
“Tu madre era una hamster, y tu padre olía a saúco.”
EDIT: Actually, now that I remember, the Spanish from Spain have some breathtaking insults, such as:
“Me cago en la leche de tu madre” - “I shit in your mother’s milk”.
A møøse once bit my sister.
No realli! She was Karving her initials on the møøse with the sharpened end of an interspace tøøthbrush given her by …
Everybody sing along now!
MAMA KO
MAMA SA
MAKO MAKO SA
MAMA KO
MAMA SA
MAKO MAKO SA
HEY… SOUL MAKOSSA!
(cue killer horn section)
Manu Dibango my man!
Gag me with a spoon!
That’s early-80s, Valley Girlspeak.
My mom? She’s like a total space cadet.
She makes me do the dishes aaand clean the catbox…?!!
Gross! Barf out! Like I’m sure…! …totally…!
In the 1981 film Excalibur, adapted from “Le Morte d’Arthur” by Sir Thomas Malory.
When after years and years lost to an evil spell, King Arthur is free and strong and purposeful once more, he pays Queen Guinevere a visit, at the convent where she had retreated from the world and had become a nun.
In her chamber, Guinevere reaches under her bed and produces what seems like a miracle: Excalibur itself, which Arthur had regarded as utterly lost. As Arthur takes and wields Excalibur in a mixture of disbelief and delight, Guinevere whispers happily, “I kept it”.
Then Arthur reels off these parting words, which I shall try to reconstruct from pure memory:
I have often dreamt, that in the hereafter of our lives,
when I am just a man, and owe no more to the future,
you will come to me, and claim me yours,
and know that I am your husband. It is a dream I have…
Then Arthur turns, wielding Excalibur, and leaves, en route to fulfill his destiny for one final time.
I hate Istanbul. You know why?
Because it’s too far away from me!
I mean… here I am, willing, able,
rearing to go, locked and loaded
so to speak… and there it is…
it decided to plop down its’ rear,
its’ fat lazy ass, on the opposite,
far side of the freakin’ world.
I mean… the nerve of this city!
What does it want from me, to
remain as far away as possible?
Well I’ll tell ya, it’s succeeding,
and doing a bang up job at it, too!
EDIT: that goes for you, too, Tokyo!
Banking and government office hours!
China’s cheating, it’s all crammed forcefully into one timezone, Beijing’s!
In far western China in winter, it could be noon and the sun is barely rising over the horizon. Then in summer the sunset might be at around 1am.
A court system packed with right-leaning and downright right-wing judges, rammed in there by hook and by crook with “party over country” appointees.
Remember Merrick Garland? A name made meaningless by the non-voting masses in 2016 and unbelievably, again in 2024. Every time the republicans dared risk themselves by cheating while either packing or blocking the court system, the dire consequences they were dealt was… re-election. Nothing happened! They were REWARDED for their CHEATING!
What is WRONG with these non-voting people?!!
Unable to see cause and effect. No memory. Just fucking blank. And memes. Sleepy Joe and shit. bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe LoL aMiRiTe
Sometimes the radar weather in some areas will glitch out, I’ve seen a large swath of digital dots spread like a fan all over some cities. The image refreshes every couple of minutes, I believe, usually the glitch goes away after a couple of cycles.
But what is glitching and why, I have no idea.
I wake up, feed the cats, take my supplements including a concentrated CBD paste, then stretch and meditate in my darkened room with a sleep mask, sitting in a relaxed but yoga-like position, with knees bent and the soles touching, hands nested on my belly, my back straight but with support.
Then I stay there, watching my breath, getting distracted, returning to my breath, getting distracted again, etc., for around seventy minutes!
When I come back out, I make my morning coffee.
I have been meditating every day for the past seven years.
I used to do forty minutes, but right now I’m really enjoying the really long sessions, so I go with it.
It gets to a point that if I move my arms, even with eyes closed and a sleep mask on, I can perceive the movements like the ghostly shadow of the change, as if the body is also “seen” by another movement-based sense, and it manages to imprint itself a bit into the optical system. I don’t know quite how to put it into words, and it happens every single time, it’s happened hundreds of times.
Meditation is like a low-key, healthy and daily psychedelic experience. It’s beautiful, one of the best things I’ve ever done in my life.
How much overlap is there?
Because I’d bet the same type of asshole that listens to assholes like shapiro, peterson, etc, also listens to rogan.
I’m gonna go old school on you, remembering some of the pioneers from an age long past.
In 70s comedy, there was MASH (deftly balancing war and humor), Barney Miller (like a gritty urban Sydney Lumet movie, turned into a sitcom) and Taxi (Danny Devito, Christopher Lloyd and Andy Kauffman, WTF?!!).
In early-80s drama, there was Hill Street Blues (once again, like a gritty urban Sydney Lumet movie, turned into a brilliant ensemble cop drama) and St. Elsewhere (another ensemble, a Boston hospital drama with a good splash of magic realism, this is where Denzel Washington got his start!).
Later in the 80s and early 90s, there was yet another groundbreaking ensemble, Northern Exposure (a quirky and sophisticated half-serious drama, with LOTS of magic realism, about a small, remote Alaska town).
Finally, I can’t go without mentioning my favorite #1 all-time GOAT series, Mad Men. I’ve watched the entire thing at least four times, it’s like reading and re-reading the proverbial “Great American Novel”.