ON VACATION - BLOGGING WILL BE LIGHT - IF AT ALL
Herr Drumpf Shocks The World, and, Real Americans...
Rational Nation USA Purveyor of Truth Russia's Putin pleased as Trump win shocks world This comes as no surprise, and we know those who worship authoritarian leadership, the type Herr Drumpf is comfortable with, must be estatic that ex KGB operative Putin is pleasesd with the outcome of our election. Putin undrestands Herr Drumpf by far better than his blind supporters. Good Night America. From this day forth it shall be known as Amerika. Click the above link to read article. UPDATE: 11/10/16 12:15 pm HRC has surpassed Herr Drumpf in popular vote tallying. America will, once again be led by a pResident with a minority vote. The Amerikan people who voted for a narcissistic authoritarian whose only interest is in his brand . A vike individual who successfully lied to the American people and a large enough segment of the Amerikan people believed him to enable him to secure an EC victory. And so, he was elected to the most powerful job in the world...
pppppffffffffffffftttttttttt....waz this 'vacation' schtick? Youse probly just in the basement drinking beer and eating crackers and sardines.
ReplyDeleteGosh, how did ya guess? Planned to do that after arriving back home from the beer and sausage fest. :-)
DeleteIs it a VAcation or a STAYcation?
ReplyDelete1/2 and 1/2.
DeleteOr a praycation? Like not, given your stance on religion.;-)
ReplyDeleteI plan to pray to the gods of reason and logic over beer and sausage that republicans, democrats, conservatives, and progressives start looking beyond the absurd.
ReplyDeleteI know, this will happen when the god of lslam and the god of christianity start getting along.
Looking forward to the beer and sardines.
Sardines? Reminds me of this poem by Frank O'Hara:
ReplyDeleteWHY I AM NOT A PAINTER
I am not a painter, I am a poet.
Why? I think I would rather be
a painter, but I am not. Well,
for instance, Mike Goldberg
is starting a painting. I drop in.
"Sit down and have a drink" he
says. I drink; we drink. I look
up. "You have SARDINES in it."
"Yes, it needed something there."
"Oh." I go and the days go by
and I drop in again. The painting
is going on, and I go, and the days
go by. I drop in. The painting is
finished. "Where's SARDINES?"
All that's left is just
letters, "It was too much," Mike says.
But me? One day I am thinking of
a color: orange. I write a line
about orange. Pretty soon it is a
whole page of words, not lines.
Then another page. There should be
so much more, not of orange, of
words, of how terrible orange is
and life. Days go by. It is even in
prose, I am a real poet. My poem
is finished and I haven't mentioned
orange yet. It's twelve poems, I call
it ORANGES. And one day in a gallery
I see Mike's painting, called SARDINES.
--Frank O'Hara
I like the ones with mustard.
Deleteya, I like dem mustard sardines too, but Shaw, was alla dis Orange stuff?
ReplyDeletesee, I am not a painter, I am not a poet.... I am a jokester
Knock, knock.
Who’s there?
Orange.
Orange who?
Orange you going to let me in?