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August 16, 2016
The Fat Lady Is Laughing or The Art Of Hot Air
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This election is over.
If the Black Lives Matter rioters burned a hundred of their own neighborhoods to the ground from New York to Los Angeles, Donald Trump will still lose this election by a landslide.
If ISIS detonated a dirty bomb in the middle of Walt Disney World, Donald Trump will still lose this election by a landslide this November.
This election is over.
The Fat Lady is not singing. She is laughing!
How did this happen so suddenly?
Americans are the most devout boob tube people on earth. They do not read books anymore. It is much easier to go through life clapping to the canned laughter spilling out of the television than it is to read books.
Consequently, the American culture no longer generates any meaningful literature, poetry, theatre, music, cinema or art that might inspire individuals to any degree of personal reflection. There is no public demand for thought provoking culture. America is a boob tube culture pure and simple; more simple than pure.
Mr. Trump artfully used that simple little boob tube in every American home to build his public image with the repetitively mundane series "The Apprentice" and its predicable tag line, "You're fired!"
Then Trump decided to run that very same electronic visage for President and he fabricated a new hot air slogan, "Make America Great Again" to tag along with it. Forget the details, Trump actually thought this banner would be enough to propel his boob tube persona all the way to The White House without any further ado, without any physical or intellectual effort.
That fairy dust worked its magic long enough with the unread boob tube population to award Trump the Republican nomination.
That was then and then was not very long ago.
Within a matter of a few days, Trump launched volley after volley after volley of bombastic, thoughtless, pointless, petulant petards that exploded inside his own big mouth. The egotistical maniac became a worldwide laughingstock dancing a sultry tango all by himself in the middle of an empty dance floor. The soul of a fool is on full display when he is dancing all by himself.
It is only mid-August and the election is already over. Trump has lost in a landslide. The fat lady is not singing. She is laughing. The fat lady cannot stop herself from laughing at a public that stood up and applauded for a Presidential candidate made out of canned laughter.
The results are in. Trump is a loser and no one likes a loser in August when the election is in November.
This election is over and the most corrupt, dishonest, ditch pig polit-scum since Richard Nixon will waltz her way into The White House along with her habitually unfaithful husband, Billy Willy Dilly, after a landslide Clinton victory this November.
This election is over.
If the Black Lives Matter rioters burned a hundred of their own neighborhoods to the ground from New York to Los Angeles, Donald Trump will still lose this election by a landslide.
If ISIS detonated a dirty bomb in the middle of Walt Disney World, Donald Trump will still lose this election by a landslide this November.
This election is over.
The Fat Lady is not singing. She is laughing!
How did this happen so suddenly?
Americans are the most devout boob tube people on earth. They do not read books anymore. It is much easier to go through life clapping to the canned laughter spilling out of the television than it is to read books.
Consequently, the American culture no longer generates any meaningful literature, poetry, theatre, music, cinema or art that might inspire individuals to any degree of personal reflection. There is no public demand for thought provoking culture. America is a boob tube culture pure and simple; more simple than pure.
Mr. Trump artfully used that simple little boob tube in every American home to build his public image with the repetitively mundane series "The Apprentice" and its predicable tag line, "You're fired!"
Then Trump decided to run that very same electronic visage for President and he fabricated a new hot air slogan, "Make America Great Again" to tag along with it. Forget the details, Trump actually thought this banner would be enough to propel his boob tube persona all the way to The White House without any further ado, without any physical or intellectual effort.
That fairy dust worked its magic long enough with the unread boob tube population to award Trump the Republican nomination.
That was then and then was not very long ago.
Within a matter of a few days, Trump launched volley after volley after volley of bombastic, thoughtless, pointless, petulant petards that exploded inside his own big mouth. The egotistical maniac became a worldwide laughingstock dancing a sultry tango all by himself in the middle of an empty dance floor. The soul of a fool is on full display when he is dancing all by himself.
It is only mid-August and the election is already over. Trump has lost in a landslide. The fat lady is not singing. She is laughing. The fat lady cannot stop herself from laughing at a public that stood up and applauded for a Presidential candidate made out of canned laughter.
The results are in. Trump is a loser and no one likes a loser in August when the election is in November.
This election is over and the most corrupt, dishonest, ditch pig polit-scum since Richard Nixon will waltz her way into The White House along with her habitually unfaithful husband, Billy Willy Dilly, after a landslide Clinton victory this November.
August 15, 2016
The Weasel Is Dead! Long Live The Weasel!
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Nate Silver, the very reliable election oddsmaker at FiveThirtyEight, this morning gives Hillary Clinton an 89% chance of winning the Presidency.
Donald Trump is the walking dead at 11%.
It is only mid-August and the laughingstock, made-for-the-boob tube, bombastic, nut job, fruitcake weasel is out of the picture. Thank God! Where did that creep come from, anyway?
So relax everyone.
Now take a deep breath and become accustomed to the fact that the most dishonest, corrupt, ditch pig weasel since Richard Nixon will slither into The White House and take up residence for the next four years.
The Weasel is dead! Long live the Weasel!
Feel better now?
Nate Silver, the very reliable election oddsmaker at FiveThirtyEight, this morning gives Hillary Clinton an 89% chance of winning the Presidency.
Donald Trump is the walking dead at 11%.
It is only mid-August and the laughingstock, made-for-the-boob tube, bombastic, nut job, fruitcake weasel is out of the picture. Thank God! Where did that creep come from, anyway?
So relax everyone.
Now take a deep breath and become accustomed to the fact that the most dishonest, corrupt, ditch pig weasel since Richard Nixon will slither into The White House and take up residence for the next four years.
The Weasel is dead! Long live the Weasel!
Feel better now?
August 14, 2016
Keeping Women In Their Proper Place in Turkey
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Sultan Erdogonzo of Turkey seems hell bent on returning his already backwater country to its rightful place in the seventh century ASAP.
Turkey is going to lower the age of sexual consent to twelve-years-old. Yes, TWELVE (12) years-old!
That will keep those child brides in place. No reason for a young girl to get an education or become her own person if she is going to be some old geezer's sexual chattel, his piece of property at the tender age of twelve.
Sultan Erdogonzo reflects the Middle Eastern mindset towards its own mothers, wives, daughters and sisters.
Stay tuned, a million like-mined souls who have recently set foot in Germany courtesy of Angela Merkeless, the Sultan's seraglio Mädchen, will soon be voting in its free elections.
Sultan Erdogonzo of Turkey seems hell bent on returning his already backwater country to its rightful place in the seventh century ASAP.
Turkey is going to lower the age of sexual consent to twelve-years-old. Yes, TWELVE (12) years-old!
That will keep those child brides in place. No reason for a young girl to get an education or become her own person if she is going to be some old geezer's sexual chattel, his piece of property at the tender age of twelve.
Sultan Erdogonzo reflects the Middle Eastern mindset towards its own mothers, wives, daughters and sisters.
Stay tuned, a million like-mined souls who have recently set foot in Germany courtesy of Angela Merkeless, the Sultan's seraglio Mädchen, will soon be voting in its free elections.
August 13, 2016
The Guccifer Transparency
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One of the most hilarious go-to promises of American politicians is "transparency."
Yeah, right!
If only...if only the voters could get a real "transparent" look at how the polit-scum spread the taxpayers' money around as patronage for their personal friends and their political franchise's darling oligarchs!
Well, those wonderful hackers at Guccifer may be making that promised "transparency" a reality.
They have just begun by releasing e-mails from the Democratic congress. Let us hope that they soon follow with the Republicans.
The voters deserve a transparent look into the Republican and Democratic crime families.
Go Team Guccifer!
When you are finished with the polit-scum, would you please direct your attention towards those blood cousins of the KGB, the Gestapo and STASI over at the FBI, the CIA and the NSA, those children of the damned who trample America's Fourth Amendment protections on an hourly basis?
One of the most hilarious go-to promises of American politicians is "transparency."
Yeah, right!
If only...if only the voters could get a real "transparent" look at how the polit-scum spread the taxpayers' money around as patronage for their personal friends and their political franchise's darling oligarchs!
Well, those wonderful hackers at Guccifer may be making that promised "transparency" a reality.
They have just begun by releasing e-mails from the Democratic congress. Let us hope that they soon follow with the Republicans.
The voters deserve a transparent look into the Republican and Democratic crime families.
Go Team Guccifer!
When you are finished with the polit-scum, would you please direct your attention towards those blood cousins of the KGB, the Gestapo and STASI over at the FBI, the CIA and the NSA, those children of the damned who trample America's Fourth Amendment protections on an hourly basis?
August 10, 2016
An Election Hanging By A Tongue..
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It comes as no surprise what-so-ever that the whole world is witnessing Donald Trump hanging himself by the neck with his own flappingly unflappable tongue.
Now, if only Hillary would gag to death while swallowing her slippery, forked-tongued repertoire of tedious lies and counter-lies, we would have the opportunity to write two splendid, timeless eulogies with angels of joy blowing trumpets in the background.
Maybe I will write a couple of them anyway. Stay tuned...
It comes as no surprise what-so-ever that the whole world is witnessing Donald Trump hanging himself by the neck with his own flappingly unflappable tongue.
Now, if only Hillary would gag to death while swallowing her slippery, forked-tongued repertoire of tedious lies and counter-lies, we would have the opportunity to write two splendid, timeless eulogies with angels of joy blowing trumpets in the background.
Maybe I will write a couple of them anyway. Stay tuned...
August 9, 2016
Pigor & Eichhorn - Where Have You Been All My Life?
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As I have mentioned previously, it is taking me a lot longer to get my arms around the German language than I had anticipated. A diabolical friend cruelly misinformed me that if you spoke Swedish, German would be a snap. I wonder how many other lies he has told me?
Consequently, I have had to resort to unusual measures to keep at it.
It should come as no surprise that this Weimar culture nerd has complimented the usual hard copy learning tools with the wonderful wit and music of Max Raabe and his Palast Orchester.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHJr1...
This evening, I made another important discovery while cruising ZDF.de.
The cabaret duo of Pigor und Eichhorn.
These guys are a linguistic and anti-PC stitch!
http://www.zdf.de/ZDFmediathek/beitra......
These are the sort of scoundrels you want to share a beer with!
As I have mentioned previously, it is taking me a lot longer to get my arms around the German language than I had anticipated. A diabolical friend cruelly misinformed me that if you spoke Swedish, German would be a snap. I wonder how many other lies he has told me?
Consequently, I have had to resort to unusual measures to keep at it.
It should come as no surprise that this Weimar culture nerd has complimented the usual hard copy learning tools with the wonderful wit and music of Max Raabe and his Palast Orchester.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHJr1...
This evening, I made another important discovery while cruising ZDF.de.
The cabaret duo of Pigor und Eichhorn.
These guys are a linguistic and anti-PC stitch!
http://www.zdf.de/ZDFmediathek/beitra......
These are the sort of scoundrels you want to share a beer with!
A Jorge Luis Borges Case of Acid Reflux
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With sincere apologies to my favorite author, the great JLB, but this really happened last night...
Last night I was dreaming. I was in a strange land. This was not Las Vegas. Dusk was approaching. I was surrounded by green trees. It was misting and it felt as though it would break out into a soft summer shower.
There were people milling about. I did not recognize any of them until a very old friend whom I have not seen for ages suddenly appeared leaning on a cafe bar I had not noticed among the trees.
My dear old friend could fill in all the details of so many our common friends I had lost touch with since childhood. He smiled and motioned towards a glass of beer waiting patiently for me after all these years.
I took a sip and suddenly I was struck with the most painful, burning attack of acid reflux that I have ever experienced in my life.
Awaking from my dream, I suddenly bolted upright in my bed back in Las Vegas with the most painful, burning attack of acid reflux that I have ever experienced in my life.
With sincere apologies to my favorite author, the great JLB, but this really happened last night...
Last night I was dreaming. I was in a strange land. This was not Las Vegas. Dusk was approaching. I was surrounded by green trees. It was misting and it felt as though it would break out into a soft summer shower.
There were people milling about. I did not recognize any of them until a very old friend whom I have not seen for ages suddenly appeared leaning on a cafe bar I had not noticed among the trees.
My dear old friend could fill in all the details of so many our common friends I had lost touch with since childhood. He smiled and motioned towards a glass of beer waiting patiently for me after all these years.
I took a sip and suddenly I was struck with the most painful, burning attack of acid reflux that I have ever experienced in my life.
Awaking from my dream, I suddenly bolted upright in my bed back in Las Vegas with the most painful, burning attack of acid reflux that I have ever experienced in my life.
A Very, Very Happy Ending...
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Just prior to the first Presidential debate between Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton, Wolf Blitzer, CNN's ace bobblehead, was granted an exclusive interview backstage with Bill Clinton.
As is his custom whenever he interviews Billy Willy Dilly or Snoop Dogg Barry Obama, Mr. Blitzer donned Monica Lewinsky's famous blues dress, got down on his knees and awaited Big Willy in a secluded dressing room just off the stage.
With the nefarious aid of Bad Vlad Putinite's new and improved KGB, the Trump monkey had been informed of this secret rendezvous.
Entering the studio, Thrillrumpary Hillary was astounded when Rumpthrillary Trump politely greeted her backstage with a big smile and a crushing hug, whispering that someone very special was waiting to see her in a dressing room.
Trump opened the door for Hillary to see Wolf Blitzer attired in Monica's famous blue dress kneeling next to Billy Willy Dilly just as a dozen crazed photographers jumped out of nowhere to record the event.
The rest his history:
Move over Charlie Manson!
Grabbing a pair of scissors from the make-up table, Thrillrumpary Hillary repeatedly stabbed Rumpthrillary Trump in chest.
Blood was spurting against the walls. People were screaming.
With Trump dead and Hillary off to prison, America was mercifully spared the disgusting choice between the lesser of two evils and Bad Vlad Putinite was credited with saving American democracy.
Just prior to the first Presidential debate between Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton, Wolf Blitzer, CNN's ace bobblehead, was granted an exclusive interview backstage with Bill Clinton.
As is his custom whenever he interviews Billy Willy Dilly or Snoop Dogg Barry Obama, Mr. Blitzer donned Monica Lewinsky's famous blues dress, got down on his knees and awaited Big Willy in a secluded dressing room just off the stage.
With the nefarious aid of Bad Vlad Putinite's new and improved KGB, the Trump monkey had been informed of this secret rendezvous.
Entering the studio, Thrillrumpary Hillary was astounded when Rumpthrillary Trump politely greeted her backstage with a big smile and a crushing hug, whispering that someone very special was waiting to see her in a dressing room.
Trump opened the door for Hillary to see Wolf Blitzer attired in Monica's famous blue dress kneeling next to Billy Willy Dilly just as a dozen crazed photographers jumped out of nowhere to record the event.
The rest his history:
Move over Charlie Manson!
Grabbing a pair of scissors from the make-up table, Thrillrumpary Hillary repeatedly stabbed Rumpthrillary Trump in chest.
Blood was spurting against the walls. People were screaming.
With Trump dead and Hillary off to prison, America was mercifully spared the disgusting choice between the lesser of two evils and Bad Vlad Putinite was credited with saving American democracy.
August 4, 2016
Two Hairless Chihuahuas
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I am not a fan of oligarchs, but there are exceptions to every rule.
Carlos Slim is one of the wealthiest people on earth.
The Mexican telecom magnate has come forth with a very humane and common sense approach to counter the effects of technology on the world's expanding service economies.
Institute a three day work week.
In return, the workforce will compensate for this reduction by retiring later in life. This only makes sense since we are healthier and living much longer.
Slim suggests that this concept will alleviate some of the unemployment that is the natural result of today's technology and its effect on increased productivity.
He maintains that this idea would promote a better quality of life. It would assist the world economies with increased tourism, entertainment, sport, culture and education.
Clap, clap, clap! Take a bow Señor Slim.
Who can argue with this?
However...however, my cynical nature would love to see this brilliant concept thrown out as a bone of contention for Rumpthrillary and Thrillrumpary to chew on during this autumn's Presidential debates.
It would be hilarious to see those two hairless Chihuahuas try to bite into an idea that is not the politically correct media's predictable thrice-chewed dog barf.
I am not a fan of oligarchs, but there are exceptions to every rule.
Carlos Slim is one of the wealthiest people on earth.
The Mexican telecom magnate has come forth with a very humane and common sense approach to counter the effects of technology on the world's expanding service economies.
Institute a three day work week.
In return, the workforce will compensate for this reduction by retiring later in life. This only makes sense since we are healthier and living much longer.
Slim suggests that this concept will alleviate some of the unemployment that is the natural result of today's technology and its effect on increased productivity.
He maintains that this idea would promote a better quality of life. It would assist the world economies with increased tourism, entertainment, sport, culture and education.
Clap, clap, clap! Take a bow Señor Slim.
Who can argue with this?
However...however, my cynical nature would love to see this brilliant concept thrown out as a bone of contention for Rumpthrillary and Thrillrumpary to chew on during this autumn's Presidential debates.
It would be hilarious to see those two hairless Chihuahuas try to bite into an idea that is not the politically correct media's predictable thrice-chewed dog barf.
August 3, 2016
Rumpthrillary Is Melting While Thrillrumpary Is Quivering
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Rumpthrillary Thrillrumpary, our bipolar, transgender Presidential candidate is melting and quivering.
One half of this insanely volatile cocktail is shaking in its juices while the other half is frantically stirring its olives with criminal trepidation.
One pole of the beast is having a "preview of coming attractions" mental breakdown in full public view while the other pole is quivering with her green olives awaiting the impending release of additional e-mails by everyone's Everyman hero, that enemy of government fruit flies around the world, Wiki-leaks.
Yay Wiki-leaks! Rock on!
And you thought America could not possibly get any more pathetic after 16 years of Whacky Bush Doodle and Snoop Dogg Barry Obama?
Just wait until Rumpthrillary Thrillrumpary plumps its crazy fat ass down in the Oval Office.
Pssssssst Snoop Dogg Barry....
about that 400 million dollar payoff to the Iranians in exchange for four hostages.
Is that just another example of "being fit for the Presidency?"
What does your teleprompter tell you to say about that one?
Rumpthrillary Thrillrumpary, our bipolar, transgender Presidential candidate is melting and quivering.
One half of this insanely volatile cocktail is shaking in its juices while the other half is frantically stirring its olives with criminal trepidation.
One pole of the beast is having a "preview of coming attractions" mental breakdown in full public view while the other pole is quivering with her green olives awaiting the impending release of additional e-mails by everyone's Everyman hero, that enemy of government fruit flies around the world, Wiki-leaks.
Yay Wiki-leaks! Rock on!
And you thought America could not possibly get any more pathetic after 16 years of Whacky Bush Doodle and Snoop Dogg Barry Obama?
Just wait until Rumpthrillary Thrillrumpary plumps its crazy fat ass down in the Oval Office.
Pssssssst Snoop Dogg Barry....
about that 400 million dollar payoff to the Iranians in exchange for four hostages.
Is that just another example of "being fit for the Presidency?"
What does your teleprompter tell you to say about that one?
