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Or, Return of the Honesty Box.
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Lookee, buttons.
Now I’m feelin’ the highs and ya feelin’ the lows
The beat starts gettin’ into your toes
Ya start poppin’ ya fingers and stompin’ your feet
And movin’ your body while you’re sittin’ in your seat
And then, damn, ya start doin’ the freak
I said damn, right outta your seat
Then ya throw your hands high in the air
Ya rockin’ to the rhythm, shake your derrière
Ya rockin’ to the beat without a care
With the sureshot PINGS for the affair…
Am having trouble thinking of anything to bicker about.
…Unless somebody wants to bicker over how far left Aaron McGruder is. (See prior thread.) But I don’t really want to bicker over that either.
Chicago news woman throwing stuff at ICE, gets arrested. Media leave out the throwing stuff part. They show footage of a woman being dragged out of a car but do not report that she tried to ram the agents with it. The media are criminals.
Thank you, David. Token of appreciation, etc.
Palestinian girl gets her DNA analyzed and is enraged that the word “Palestine” isn’t there.
This graphic explains.
Something towards the upkeep of this fine establishment (or a few gin and tonics).
Portland leftist exhibitionists held a nude gathering outside the ICE facility.
Pinged.
Ah, the nude bike protest. Reminds me of the good old days when Zombietime was active in the Bay Area.
Interlude.
When Potato Heads attack.
Morning, all.
Bless you, sirs. May your drive not be interrupted by a weirdly obstinate crow in the middle of the road.
#TrueStory
Clearly, we should put those people in charge. As so often, you have to wonder exactly what message it is that they think they’re sending.
Speaking of unconvincing messages.
Because that’s what she, Little Miss Tattooed Hands, wanted to announce to the world.
Sort of, “We are exhaustingly narcissistic and antisocial and we like to frustrate others – say, by blocking traffic for as long as we can – therefore you should do as we say. All the time.”
Today’s words, since you ask, are landfill candidates.
“Across the divide” Guardian style.
Heh. Not only are their politics effectively interchangeable, with no divide in sight, both of them are ironic knitting enthusiasts. Oh, and “Japanese-Mexican fusion restaurant.” It’s almost too perfect. Too Guardian.
I note the piece is credited to Zoe Williams, whose clueless mouthings have been so inadvertently entertaining.
And they both live in London.
P.S. *ping*
Bless you, madam. May you always have bin liners.
She doesn’t understand:
Very much related:
I suspect that second one may crop up from time to time.
For those who missed it. Apparently, these are the people we’re supposed to trust with providing cool, objective, entirely bias-free reporting.
And yet so many of her colleagues seem bewildered that the media’s credibility is at an all-time low. And they wonder why they aren’t indulged with the deference by default to which they feel entitled.
Think that should clear my bar tab. Thanks, David
Bless you, sir. May your bananas not be brown and squidgy.
For your trouble, barkeep.
Man translates slogan of communist man who pretends to be a woman.
*ping!*
Bless you, sirs. May you always have a choice of cereal.
Wesley Yang, here.
Gresham’s Law encompasses more than specie.
Klingon in a man-skirt. That is all.
“A kind of Teutonic Angelina Jolie.”
On the motorway…
John Cleese recently retweeted a photo, taken from the back, of what was claimed to be a six-year-old girl handcuffed by ICE and led to the paddy wagon. “This is insanity,” he wrote.
Only to turn out that a) the girl was 27, b) she was stopped by the sheriff, not ICE, for wandering in traffic c) she was held briefly and released once her situation was sorted.
Oh, and it happened last year, not recently.
Original video on YouTube.
“This is insane,” turned out to be a self-description.
(Which is sad to me, as a Python fan and an admirer of his work in particular.)
Nude bike rides were the least of what Zombie documented. [ For those who don’t know: DO NOT check out her website while on a workplace computer. ]
Actually impressed by the QR thingy. (Ping!)
Bless you, sir. May the rubber seals of your plunger mugs retain their integrity.
‘torture cuffs’ gives the game away.
Bob Ross video of note.
So her red “allergy” wristband means “allergic to white men and civilization”.
Bring back cow catchers.
He, along with the rest of the Pythons, has been of the left for quite some time. While they often make libertarian and even somewhat anti-left points, at their core, when their masters call them, they report accordingly. Just like the rest of the entertainment puppet monkeys.
Number 99.
Pinged!
Ping.
Pepper spray is good. Semi-auto shotgun fire is better.
Bless you, sir, and bless you, madam. May your store-bought pears not take six chuffing days to ripen, in wild violation of the best before date.
[ Glares at pears. ]
And then go instantly from “unripe” to “overripe and brown”.
[ Heads for store room, rummages. Emerges from store room wearing pharaoh’s nemes, clutching staff of awesomeness. ]
[ Glares at pears. ]
Make insane asylums great again.