Read Kasem – part I of II
Sneaky bastard
“A shape shifter,” Kasems inner voice screamed, fear turning his bowels to water. “This explains those stupid birds hunting in pairs.” The youth swung his crossbow into the firing position, futilely triggering the empty weapon as the monstrous figure leapt upon him.
Reacting instinctively at the approach of painful death, Kasem made a desperate attempt to ward off his attacker by raising his booted feet, planting them deeply in the stomach of his enemy.
Partial success. The creatures descent upon his prone form halted, sharp talons raked bloody furrows in the young guards legs, gnashing beak held successfully at bay.
The cruelly hooked beak, held back a hand span from his face yet still washing fetid air up his nostrils stifled the breath in Kasems lungs and constricted his heart with fear.
Once again Kasem heard the annoyingly accented voice of that dog of an outworld Weapons Master in his head shouting, “Tighten your asshole, boy!” This Kasem deemed irritating.
More out of frustration at having that bastards voice in his head than anything else, Kasem smashed his crossbow into the grotesque beaky face.
Sticky, foul spittle flew and precious wood splintered as the ugly creature fought against the weapon crammed in its maw. Weak, ineffective blows from its elongated arms buffeted Kasems head and shoulders. Defensively, the young guard kicked out in an effort to push the monstrous form away.
Success! The creature, lighter than Kasem in spite of being larger, was propelled forcefully backwards.
With a nightmarish screech that haunted the dreams of future Kasem, the feathered mockery of a man toppled backwards through the open stairwell to the floor below. Loud squawks and dull thuds betrayed the creatures inability to halt its fall.
“No!” Kasem cried aloud. The creature was inside! The young man sprang to his feet with alacrity. No evil monster was going to invade the family compound while he was on duty.
He felt hot shame suffuse his body at his failure to prevent entry of the tower by that disgusting thing. He sprinted after his enemy, racing down the open stairs in close pursuit, feet sliding on stone. Kasem was halfway down to the next floor when he spotted the disheveled feathered monstrosity staggering to its taloned feet.
Pausing to throw the now useless crossbow at the stupid things pustule covered face, Kasem pulled two quarrels from his quiver, and holding them as daggers leapt down onto the invader of his home and now hated foe.
Slamming into one another, the two antagonists rolled head over tail feathers. Kasem stabbed repeatedly with his quarrels, puncturing the feathered torso over and over while his mortal enemy pummeled him with beak and raked with talons.
In the thrall of their personal struggle to the death, the antagonists rolled across the floor and through the open stairwell leading down to the floor below. Bouncing off stone, they landed together on the hard floor with a fleshy splat, a rain of loose quarrels and dandruff shedding feathers trailing after.
The feathered monstrosity regained its feet first, oriented towards the front door, and made a staggering break for it. To be sure, it wanted to get away, as far and as fast as possible from the tenacious and formidable youth.
Kasem lurched to his feet second, blinking to clear his vision. It didn’t work. Shaking his head in an attempt to clear the fuzzy cobwebs in his mind from the many blows to the head and shoulders he had sustained worked even less well, if that was possible.
Screams from the courtyard worked perfectly, focusing his attention singularly on the doorway. The women! The evil thing had got by him yet again and was among the women and children! His beloved Fahtmi might even be in danger!
Rage enveloped his mind, blowing through his body and burning away every other thought or emotion. Cursing blackly, the young man ripped his small belt knife from its sheath, and despite his numerous wounds ran down the stairs and out the front doors as a stone ball propelled from a ballistae.
“I see you,” Kasem said through tightly clenched teeth. The stupid monstrous bird man, limping along on one good and one not so good leg, trailing a broken wing-arm, hobbled and staggered its way towards the gate in a desperate attempt to escape. It screeched loudly, aggressively attempting to scare startled people out of its way.
Trailing blood, feathers, and an animalistic snarl Kasem sprinted after what was now his prey, shredded clothing making him look not unlike a demented religious mendicant, dashing past beautifully gowned women behind whose skirts wide eyed frightened children peeked.
Leaping upon his enemies back, hilt grasped firmly in a hand barely covered with torn glove, Kasem buried the short blade in the juncture of neck and shoulder over and over again.
One of his desperate thrusts hit an artery. Hot acrid blood sprayed in an arc, no small amount striking Kasem directly in the face. With a groan and rattling sigh of last breath, the feathered monstrosity finally succumbed, falling face first onto the stone of the courtyard.
Wearily, Kasem rolled off the back of his defeated foe to lay on the ground beside it. He drew in great gulps of air. Inhaling a disgusting tasting feather, he lost the battle against the urge to vomit, spewing his stomach empty.
“Gods above, I don’t know what tastes worse, the sewer like blood or the vile feathers,” he complained to the uncaring sky.
Of a sudden, the youth felt the weight of his own injuries at head, shoulder, chest, back, and thigh. He looked at the shredded remnants of the gloves he had chosen to wear.
“Never again,” he vowed, “never again will I wear such ineffective gloves.”
All of his injuries instantly felt worse as the creature beside him loosened its bowels in death, the stench hitting him full force.
“Thank you, Blessed Gods, for making this moment that much more unpleasant,” he groused.
Kasem groaned. Then choked on bile. Then spat. Fortunately, there was nothing left in his stomach to regurgitate.
“Stupid birds,” he said aloud.
The stories of adventure that he had grown up on and enjoyed so keenly never seemed to mention the smell of a defeated foe.
“For good godsdamned reason,” he reflected ruefully in his misery.
At least a beautiful large bosomed maiden would nurse him back to health, surely. Maybe he could even ask for Fahtmi. She would take care of him. When he was recovered enough, they could walk under the date palms and he could protect her and prove that he was better than the other boys…
Something blocked out the sun where he lay. Kasem opened an eye and looked up into the unlovely face of the offworld Weapons Master Abraxas.
“Well aren’t we just bloody gorgeous,” the Weapons Master growled in his thick accent.
“You are not a beautiful maiden come to nurse my wounds,” Kasem said unguardedly, still lost in the pleasant dream of the lovely Fahtmi placing a cool wet cloth on his sweaty brow.
Abraxas glared. “What a piercing analysis of the godsdamned obvious,” he grated, accent thick and annoying to Kasems ears. “Why are you laying about without permission, bleeding onto my stones and making a right proper mess?”
Surprised and shocked at the affront, Kasem made an attempt to rise to his feet. He failed.
“Weapons Master,” he stated, glaring at the older man through the one eye that had not swollen shut, “if I but could, I would rise to my feet and give you the thrashing you deserve.”
Abraxas cocked a brow. “Oh my.”
Kasem hated that look. Oh, how he hated it. “Yes. Really. At the moment, however, I seem to be a bit under the weather.”
The Weapons Master barked a laugh. “Ha. Yes. Yes you are. The gods smile on me. Still and all, it was a good day, lad. A very good day.”
“It was? How can that be. I feel terrible.”
“No doubt. Yes , a good day. You lived,” Abraxas said with an evil grin. “And now, for your reward.”
At the sight of that grin, unease instantly bloomed in Kasems chest, constricting breath. “Reward? What-”
A ululation broke through the surrounding crowd gathered about the prone figures that did absolutely nothing to quell the unease that Kasem felt.
“Where is that poor young boy? You must let me through so that I might nurse him through his grievous wounds and back to full health. I was beside his dear mother the day he was brought into this world of pain, and I’m not letting anyone- shoo girls; the poor boy needs older, more experienced hands- anyone I say, tend his wounds but me!”
Kasem’s one good eye popped wide open, despair like a stone on his chest. “That’s Revered Mother Umpa! Anyone but her!” Trepidation filled him as he tried to sink below the stones and into the ground below, failing to do this as well. “She has no teeth, and her feet smell of rotten fungus and old goat cheese. Can’t I just lay here and bleed to death in peace?”
“No, you may not,” Abraxas said completely serious yet with an air of amusement at the younger mans obvious discomfort. “A warrior gets the reward he deserves Besides, you wouldn’t like the ministrations of a beautiful young maiden. They tend to… prolong… the recovery process. Heh. Ha. Revered Mother Umpa will have you up and about in no time at all.”
“Wait. Yes, yes I would like a beautiful maiden…” Kasem quit protesting and lay back in defeat. He felt torn. On the one hand, the Weapons Master called him a warrior. A warrior! Fahtmi could not help but be impressed by that.
To the left, Revered Mother Umpa. As the miasma of rotten fungus covered feet and old goat cheese washed over the young warrior, he pondered how soon he could get back to guard duty.
“Maybe by tomorrow…”
**Alt – text lyrics: apologies to G. Tipton, R. Halford, K.K. Downing
Aloysious is Robby?
I noticed that too.
That was fun.
Thanks for sharing it.
Thank you for reading.
I don’t want to offend anyone, but I’m not so keen on this trend of most of the submitted articles being works of fiction. Yes, my biggest contribution has been ‘fiction’ (if you’re naive enough to think SF and I don’t have knowledge of Trump’s thinking), but I also don’t want this to turn into a forum where things like Twilight are spawned. Anyway, thanks for the submission. I’m pretty drunk (it’s like after 11PM for me, I work nights!) Just wanted to say my piece and didn’t mean any offense.
I’ve already got the Sunday non-fiction slot sewn up.
I don’t like reading serialized fiction in bits, and I’m bad about going back when they are done and reading them end-to-end. People seem to enjoy them, so I got no beef.
I also haven’t carried my weight in terms of submitting any posts, so I’m really not in a position to complain about much of anything as far as site content goes.
I will confess I don’t read the fiction very much except for H&H. They are usually too long for me to read during the day. But that’s ok. Like any other site, there are things you will read and things you won’t. Having that kind of variety helps make this place unique.
I don’t read the fiction very much except for H&H.
Same for me.
H&H…fiction…oh you simple soul.
We should stick to non-fiction, like the election results.
Even a blind man could see what you did there.
Free content is free.
And I can only write so many articles on brewing. 😉
I don’t want to offend anyone – why not? It’s fun. All the cool people on twitter live for it
I have interests I could write articles about, but the demographics of the site make it unlikely anybody would want to read about cross stitching or running an Etsy store for cross stitching or the frightening prevalence of Russian pirated cross stitching charts.
I could also summarize religious discussions we have on Zoom very late on Saturday nights, but that’s kind of a you-had-to-be-there sort of thing.
I could also ruminate on my writing process, but everybody has their own and they aren’t interested in somebody else’s.
I’ve shot my wad on nonfiction. Fiction, too, come to think of it. All I’ve got are old blog posts from my blog from years back.
Maybe you could come up with something?
I could also summarize religious discussions we have on Zoom very late on Saturday nights, but that’s kind of a you-had-to-be-there sort of thing. – how late are we talking about?
A little after midnight, when I can join Zoom after my work is finished.
Did we ever cross paths? I don’t think so…. though I usually joined quite late after midnight website time
We did once. You were a delightful addition to the mix.
the demographics of the site make it unlikely anybody would want to read about cross stitching or running an Etsy store for cross stitching or the frightening prevalence of Russian pirated cross stitching charts.
Oh Mo… with a wife that dabbles into fabric arts and now is buying off Etsy, I’d say wrong.
I do not create works to sell. I originally bought the supplies to use to create patterns to sell. I had a bunch of shit from my almost-defunct business I needed to get rid of, so I figured Etsy would be my jam, and it is. I’ve gotten rid of about half my stuff and I’m up quite a profit margin.
However, something I thought would take forever to sell didn’t, so I just bought more of it specifically to sell, and I just sold a fair bit of that, too, so I guess my old wholesale accounts are going to get some use.
My wife would probably like those too. On the other hand, my wife also thinks it’s weird that I spend so much time in conversation online with people who are effectively strangers, which is why I’ve never done the Zoom calls.
or the frightening prevalence of Russian pirated cross stitching charts
In Soviet Russia, chart stitch you!
None taken.
I guess I’ll be the asshole who drags current events into this one…..supposedly Biden underperformed Hillary’s votes everywhere nationwide except the states that have dragged the whole process out and had Biden miraculously pull out victories when he was losing on election night – GA, PA, MI, WI. In those states, he exceeded Herself’s totals by rather large numbers. I have no idea if that’s actually true. If it is, however, that would seem to be exceedingly implausible.
In 2018 Evers won Wisconsin by a bunch of votes found in Milwaukee in the middle of the night. They must have some really dedicated poll workers down there
It was always going to be that way if it was close. Hugh Hewitt may be an asshole, but he was right when he wrote “If it’s not close, they can’t cheat.”
It really wasn’t that close. Without somebody pulling the “stop” rope at about midnight, Trump would have been giving a victory speech at about 1:30 am. The numbers they produced out of Atlanta, Milwaukee, Detroit, and Philly are laughably lopsided.
Author (and former auditor) Larry Correia breaks it down.
Correia’s intro remarks nail it for me:
That’s the margin of fraud. Beat it or lose.
The margin of fraud was a few thousand in Philly, not half a million spread over 6 or 7 states.
Trump was up by 700,000 votes at one point in Pennsylvania. That’s not a typo. He had roughly a 13 percentage point lead at that point. I would be very surprised if anyone has ever lost a state after being up by anywhere close to that many votes.
The Pennsylvania results don’t happen without substantial voting irregularities. It’s just not in the realm of possible to erase that kind of lead, unless the lead itself is also an irregularity.
Of course, not having a laughably insecure election system, is out of the question.
It’s not out of the question, but it’s going to take people in the state demanding it to make it happen. That’s why I am 100% for any legal challenges Trump wants to make. The more people in those states get annoyed, the more likely they are to demand changes, even if they believe the results are accurate. The vast majority of people don’t like the vote counting dragged out, even if they believe it’s legit.
I agree. Kind of. I don’t think annoyance at a sloppy, extended process is going to result in change. There is hardcore opposition to a secure voting system in the Dem party.
By “out of the question”, I mean “unthinkable by any partisan Democrat”. The partisan Dems have been totally sold out on “access uber alles“, and have shut down any concerns with the conflict that acccess (really, convenience) has with security by claiming it is racist voter suppression to want security measures in place. Its a moral stand for them, so they won’t change.
And I mean “highy unlikely in states where it matters”. They have been thoroughly cowed by the racist voter suppression accusation. Maybe this will get enough of them to change, but that would only mean reform in states where the Repubs have control of the legislature and the executive. IOW, not the “swing” states where it matters for either state or national elections, because swing states almost by definition have a Dem controlled branch somewhere that can block it. AZ is odd, in that it is a swing state, now, with a Repub-controlled government, but . . . .
Will a few Repub-controlled states do something? Maybe. But I’ve got $20 that says Repub-controlled AZ, at least, does nothing. They watched a rather suspicious win by Sinema two years ago (albeit nothing like what we are seeing now), but in any event a win that was universally attributed to mail-in ballots, and did nothing. Not even get rid of ballot harvesting.
I wouldn’t bet on it either, but it’s the only hope for change.
That’s a good read. Larry was a good accountant, but got burnt. I’ve heard him talk about it, and it was a relief to him to get out of it, but I’m sure there are a lot things, like red flags that still intrigue him.
The other thing his post shows that’s really disturbing (OK, that is also really disturbing) is the way information about irregularities is being purged from the internet.
?
We’re not at war with Big Tech yet, but it’s at war with us.
I do wonder who calls these shots. Sure, a cabal of big tech and big media is the enforcement arm. But are they the decision makers? I doubt even the DNC would be so bold. But, I’d be willing to bet some people who collect paychecks from Uncle Sam are feeding the process.
The InfoWars crowd is under the impression that this is part of some SunTzu-esque sting operation by the Trump admin. As amazeballs as that would be I am afraid that kind of stuff only happens in movies.
hahahaha….yeah, the ol’ eighth-dimension chess. I’m sure that’s what has happened.
The watermark idiocy? Those lunatics are the best weapon the left has. Every InfoWars comes up with some utterly impossible and tortured conspiracy nonsense all they do is give th emedia something to mock and then point out to discredit any more serious claims.
With respect to voter fraud, I guess my bottom line is this:
(1) We have an absurdly insecure election system.
(2) We have massive incentives to cheat on voting, given the size and power of government.
(3) We have cities and counties under the firm control of one party, which provide a relatively safe zone for cheating.
(4) Those safe zones have generated a number of puzzling patterns and anomalies.
(5) The results from those safe zones are less than trustworthy.
(6) We will never have confirmation (to some level, which is up to each of us) of either cheating or not-cheating, and certainly no confirmation of how much.
Where does that leave me? In a fog of confirmation bias, but certainly not in a position to say that I trust results that put Biden in office.
I look at it this way – why is it that the chaotic states, the ones that kept stopping and starting the count and repeatedly discovered large numbers of votes in the middle of the night, why did those states all see big Biden comebacks?
#3-5 is why the Dems are teetering on losing the House in what was supposed to be a blue wave year.
1MM extra Biden votes in Philadelphia doesn’t elect any more House members.
I’d like to see those numbers because it wasn’t just those four states
https://twitter.com/horvick/status/1324062600695484416?s=20
So over in the dead thread, The Late P Brooks said: the last four years have nailed the lid on the coffin of outsiders in politics.
Unlikely, as the outsider coming to Washington to drain the swamp is a recurring fantasy we have as a country. We’re not going to give up on that so easily. We don’t really like our politicians, they always disappoint us. So we have to believe that someone from outside of the political arena can make it all better. What was the Perot candidacy except an unsuccessful Trumpian endeavor? Obama was to the left what Reagan was to the right – someone not considered to be a real politician, despite the offices that both of them held.
No, we (and I mean everyone, both left and right) will keep scanning the horizon, hoping to find our next champion against the system, somewhere, anywhere, outside of DC. And the less politically tainted, the better.
The pretenders will continue, as always. But the treatment they gave Trump means it’s unlikely any true outsider will chance it again, as intended.
“despite the offices that both of them held.”
Yeah, outside has fluid meaning. Coolidge spent most of his life in politics.
That was the peaceful attempt by outsiders to drain the swamp. There will be other attempts.
Some people may. Me, I haven’t had any real hope for a while. I never particularly liked Trump – voted Gary in ’16 – but while I laughed myself silly about Herself losing, at best Trump represented a pause in the uniparty’s big plans for remaking the country according to their preferences.
Sad fact of the matter is that most people are either enthusiastic about their would-be masters or they are too apathetic to give a shit either way.
What was the Perot candidacy except an unsuccessful Trumpian endeavor?
Trump was a Reform Party candidate in 2000.
And learned that to do it successfully, you have to run an inside hostile takeover of a party appartus.
I will ride this hobby horse one more time. There’s too few people in our legislatures. Each legislator is too powerful and yet also too unaccountable. The House and the Senate are supposed to check each other, and that doesn’t just mean by being run by different parties. It is not a coincidence that power has been concentrated in the federal government at the same time as the selfsame government has become less representative. There have been 435 members of the House since 1912. There are more than 3.5 times as many people living in this country now as compared to then, and in 1920 women got the right to vote, so really the electorate has expanded by a factor of more than 7 since the number 435 was chosen. While 3045 representatives may (or may not) be unworkable, 435 directly elected representatives from gerrymandered districts is causing the votes of tens of millions of people to be utterly irrelevant.
^^^^!!!!!
It’s also the only way any third parties will ever be represented in Congress to any meaningful degree. I have a mess of an article about repealing the Reapportionment Act in the hangers but I’ll probably never submit it here.
If they don’t want to create a new larger Capitol all can sit in at once, they can have a “Washington delegation” elected by the whole state’s delegation that actually travels to Washington.
It would be pretty easy to do actually. Just multiple it by 10. That would split each current district into tenths. So you’d go from ~750,000 per district to 75,000. Each state can send 1/10th of their delegation to DC in person, the other 9/10ths have secure videolink. The stated reason to freeze it in 1929 at 435 was simple lack of space.
One of the few constitutional amendments I’d enthusiastically support would be to cap the number of people per representative at some number way less than the approximately 750,000 we’re at now. Say 250,000. It would force this question to stop being ignored.
Yeah obviously the real reason to freeze it was to allow the Reps to amass much more wealth and power then they could if they kept expanding the chamber.
But the supposed “The Capitol is too small” doesn’t apply in the age of video conferencing.
Hell, you could add a 3rd chamber composed of the top 200 vote getters in at large election. They might be a way to interject some new and interesting ideas without the whole “Don’t THROW YOUR VOTE AWAY” nonsense.
This.
Turn the Capitol into an American history museum. The congressweasels can have whatever offices they need in their home states, paid for by their home state taxpayers.
Trump was trying to move entire agencies (USDA) out into the hinterlands. That was one of the better ideas he had. Get the power away from DC.
Hmm, that sounds good, but aren’t you just turning other areas bluer that way?
That was supposed to have “devil’s advocate” brackets around it, but the brackets killed off those words.
It’s a good point. England has 650 MP’s, so the number could obviously be increased substantially without major problems.
*casts an eye over England 2020*
Hmm. Not much of a recommendation.
Sadly, the people want a nanny state. However, they still have the ability to walk it back or remove it — though that may be somewhat in question with the new superlegislature the Conservatives stupidly created in the form of the “Supreme Court”.
Doubly ironically as a sop to the EU.
Hell, New Hampshire has 400 members in its lower house. PA has 203 for a population of about 13 million, which would work out to about 5100 for the US.
Draining the swamp will never happen. They only way it could be cleaned out is if it was turned into a glass bowl.
So we can throw rocks at it?
Barring a grass roots generated demand for liberty (yeah, right), I’m afraid we are stuck with a deteriorating system until the wheels fall off. God only knows what nightmare will replace it when it happens, but I’m fairly certain it won’t be Libertopia.
Embrace your doom
Holy crap, the FBI is doing something?
“No reasonable prosecutor…”
The involvement of the FBI of James Comey, Peter Sztrok, Andrew McCabe, and Chris Wray does not instill much confidence. Dollars to donuts this is going to be a “We checked it out, found nothing” fig leaf.
Covering for Dems is doing something, I suppose.
Yes, just like they did something with Hunter’s laptop.
Some people did nothing.
thanks for the story
You’re welcome.
The hope was to provide something that would, if only for a moment, help a person forget the political foolery taking place right now.
Larry does a pretty good job of skimming a few of the MANY discrepancies:
https://www.zerohedge.com/political/correia-fkery-afoot
HA! Drake beat me to it.
Heh.
I was a financial and risk analyst for years. You can tell when data is fishy – and the data out of the states that stopped counting on election night stinks like 3-week-old fish.
To the left, Revered Mother Umpa. As the miasma of rotten fungus covered feet and old goat cheese washed over the young warrior, he pondered how soon he could get back to guard duty.
“Maybe by tomorrow…”
Heh.
It’s a good second part. I look forward to more.
Chapter II is from the perspective of the Weapons Master, and explains the world in a little more detail. If there’s interest, I can certainly submit.
Yes please.
What he said.
As if Donald is going to barricade himself in the White House.
Amid reports the president might not concede the election, @JoeBiden spokesman @AndrewBatesNC says in part: “The American people will decide this election. And the United States government is perfectly capable of escorting trespassers out of the White House.” …
IMPORTANT TO NOTE via @CBSDavidMartin: Joint Chiefs Chairman Gen. Mark Milley has made it clear it would not be the military’s job to escort Pres. Trump from the White House.
That would be a masterstroke on Trump’s part*. Because, as we all know if Biden is not actually sitting in the Oval Office, no one will listen to him.
* It would be incredibly stupid of course.
was the weird paragraph formatting on purpose?
Quick! Ban Bad Orange Man while you are ahead!
The Lawyers’ Committee for Civil Rights Under Law and the watchdog group Common Cause issued a joint request Thursday for Twitter to temporarily suspend President Trump’s account over the spread of disinformation about the election.
The groups sent a joint letter to Twitter CEO Jack Dorsey calling for Trump’s account to be suspended over “repeated violations” of the platform’s Civic Integrity Policy.
“We fear that, in the absence of action by Twitter, the President may be successful in his goal of delegitimizing the integrity of our democratic processes for many, and not just Twitter users but other voters and members of the public, sowing uncertainty about the voting and elections process, and potentially inciting violence against civil servants or others,” Common Cause president Karen Hobert Flynn and Lawyers’ Committee for Civil Rights Under Law executive director Kirsten Clarke wrote.
Looks like the left is already moving into their favorite phase – bayonetting the survivors.
They don’t want trust, they don’t want unity, they don’t want honesty. They want control.
The problem is they are putting the cart before the horse.
Why don’t they just not be total fuck-ups in the first place? Oh, heavens to betsy, people are questioning the integrity of a process more convoluted than a Rube-Goldberg machine and administered more corruptly than a Catholic Church pedophilia investigation.
Censorship will surely solve this problem.
It is interesting that this has become their number-one resort to any and every problem. As though, if you hide the problem, then it will just go away.
They are children, solving problems as children do. Lying, cheating, stealing, tantrums…
Unfortunately, it’s been working.
I think it’s only working to a limited extent. Their loss of credibility lags their actions, but it does eventually catch up.
That’s some mighty fine civil rights lawerin’ there Lou.
So, an organization (Common Cause) whose mission statement supports “open, honest, and accountable government” and “empower[ing] all people to make their voices heard in the political process” wants to do so by… shutting someone up.
I enjoyed it.
Thank you.
Instead of y’all being here you need to go out and party. France is starting to have more per capita covid cases than the US. This cannot stand. You get out there spreadin’ the virus.
I plan to head out for Happy Hour at a local brewpub tonight.
don’t drink anything Belgian style. Belgium is the worst or covid
I don’t know if they have anything Belgian style currently on tap.
They ran out of Oktoberfest. I helped with that.
They recently tapped a Scotch Ale. I will try that.
I’m going to a wake tonight – does that count?
if you spit on enough people sure
that was probably insensitive. sorry.
Sorry.
Thanks for keeping us on track.
Romanian man’s burden
The what? Oh, that. That’s so 2020. Didn’t you hear Trump’s gone now?
Pish. Stop thinking small.
I’ll grab a couple of bags of dirty laundry from our Covid unit and drop it off at Goodwill.
Now that’s a man of action.
*sidles up to Mojeaux*
How you doin’?
Challenge accepted.
I have a question. Does the planet start healing again and the oceans stop rising now, or do we have to wait until January 20th?
Wrong guy. This time we’re coming together as Americans.
Do we gaze deeply into each other’s eyes when it happens?
Anyway, I thought this was Biden’s slogan.
I thought it was this
Except for those icky racists, right?
Coming together? Sounds like a knocking shop in Marrakesh.
yes
This time we get truth and reconciliation.
*loads moar mags*
Watch as the COVID stories taper off over the transition period until Kindly Uncle Joe gets inaugurated and Restores Science To Our Great Nation. Then testing can slow down, and we can HIT NEW TESTING LOWS every week for about six weeks until Kindly Uncle Joe gives us the big announcement around February that We Have Triumphed With Science over COVID.
Conspiracy!
In the morning hours of Oct. 30, as most of the country slept, President Trump was binge tweeting again.
At 2:32 a.m., he told his 87.3 million Twitter followers: “Way ahead in Texas! Watch the Great Red Wave!”
Minutes later, he tweeted the hashtag #BidenCrimeFamiily, with a typo in the word “family.” That was it. No context, no link…
#BidenCrimeFamily, and the typo, is a crash course in how to rally supporters around a conspiracy theory — while neutering the attempts of social media companies to stop it…
And Mr. Trump’s typo? It was surely not accidental. That extra “i” circumvented Twitter’s efforts to hide the hashtag in search results. Called #typosquatting, this tactic is often used by trolls and media manipulators to get around the rules of social media platforms.
That extra “i” circumvented Twitter’s efforts to hide the hashtag in search results.
Sometimes, you say too much.
Oh give it a rest NYT.
Does it concern you when Dems are up at 2 in the morning tweeting images of Trump’s severed head?
this tactic is often used by trolls and media manipulators to get around the rules of social media platforms.
But the social media platforms themselves are not media manipulators, nosirree.
I don’t suppose they’re censoring Biden’s claims that Trump killed 200,000 Americans.
Why would they censor the truth, Comrade?
Question is are they going to make good on their threats and attempt to arrest Trump once he is out of office. At this point they have to for their base of crazies. We bitch and moan that nothing happens and move on when it doesn’t. They are rabid and since they let loose the dogs, I think they have to give them the red meat.
I mean honestly, if they try to arrest Trump and especially his family, that might be the tipping point.
There’s some groundswell building man. Even the Office Progs are pretty subdued. One of them engaged me a little, and I just said in a completely dust try and sarcastic tone “Oh yeah, Joe Biden got more votes in Detroit, Milwaukee, Philly, and Atlanta then Obama did. That’s 100% accurate.” and he kind of did like a sheepish grin and shrug. Like it was the dead ball era and his pitcher was spitting baccy juice all over the ball.
I’ll say it: if they try to arrest Trump, I’m strapping up. I said it when they were impeaching him. Trump stood up there with the Waco Butcher, the Torturer of Jose Padilla, and the Drone Murderer of Americans, and if he’s the one of those four that gets put on trial then it’s time to take the power back.
I like the story, looking forward to the next one.
While I once had a
beautifullarge bosomed maiden as a Physical Therapist(I called her “Tits McGee” in my head), I never had one whose feet smelled like garlic.I’m remembering those days of pre pubescent youth, in my 7th grade mind I would heroically rescue a young person from tragedy and that cute damsel in the next row in math class would come out to thank me and minister gratuities. Somehow it didn’t happen and 5 years later she was administering gratuities to the football team. The trials/tribulations of growing up have always been with us.
I’m still waiting though, always an optimist, although representative democracy is a challenge these days.
Local air traffic control I work with that my wife provides grooming services to was gleefully about Biden was trying to siphon out mine and hers political preferences. My wife let her assume we were good little FedGov family that wanted Biden. Fuck you for even trying to get that out of my wife. Glad that person is moving come the beginning of the year.
Trump Dons Purple Wig And Names Himself Leader Of The Resistance
#OldManBad LOL
Ha!
https://babylonbee.com/news/fox-news-preemptively-calls-arizona-for-biden-in-2024
It seems that they really did go full HAIL ANTS at the merest whiff of a Biden victory.
I have three hours to type 1200 words on a subject I can cover, in my ignorance, in about 200 words.
*flexes fingers and hovers them over the keyboard*
*strokes chin*
*gets up to put some music on*
Pop a couple of adderalls, and you’ll have it done in two.
1200 is maximum. Technically 200 fits within that.
/tosses the limey the dictionary of weasel words to pad out essays
EHS released a coof update.
Here, at the epicenter of Covid Carnage, our site of 3000 people has had… 7 cases.
I have a similar number. One confirmed case by a WFH individual that has a desk at the facility. We never shutdown and have a few hundred people here.
My daughter is wearing her last two halloween costumes this afternoon. She is both Elsa and Owlette. Its pretty funny.
Elsalette. Owlsa.
I just called my brother to discuss something we need to do as part of settling our late father’s estate. He was too busy to talk to me about that. But not so busy that he didn’t have time to rant about getting rid of the electoral college.
The sad thing is that I know after the breakup of the U.S. he and I will probably not talk again. If it were to become a shooting war, we’d be on opposite sides (although he wouldn’t do anything so icky as to carry a gun).
The days of me engaging him about politics are over. He’ll get his progtopia. He’ll get it good and hard. My big hope is that I can be far away from it before the ass-raping of the middle class ramps up to full steam ahead.