Michael Kindt's Blog, page 12
December 10, 2016
A bounty hunter comes into town and seeks out the sheriff. "I'm a bit short of cash, Sheriff. You got any varmints or outlaws you need rounded up?"
“Well,” says the sheriff, “There is one fella, goes by the name of Michael Kindt, but he’s kinda strange.”
“Strange? Strange how?”
“Well, he’s got a brown paper hat, and he wears a brown paper shirt. He’s got on brown paper pants, and brown paper chaps. Wears brown paper boots, too, and a brown paper holster with a brown paper gun.”
“Golly,” says the bounty hunter, “that is mighty strange, all right. What’s he wanted for?”
“Rustling.”
During World War II, two German generals were fed up with the way Hitler was conducting things. They thought he was going to ruin the country, so they decided to assassinate him for the common good.
For weeks they followed him around, looking for an opportunity. They noticed that every Saturday, he was taken for a drive in the country. On those drives between one and one-thirty in the afternoon, his car would pass over the same bridge, and that’s where they decided to do the deed. One Friday night, they rigged the bridge with bombs and waited on a nearby hill with the detonator. One o'clock Saturday came: no Hitler. One-thirty came: no Hitler. Two, three, and four o'clock came: still no Hitler. Finally, one general turned to the other and said: “Gee, I hope nothing happened to him.”
December 9, 2016
Modern American liberalism, with its sense of utter moral superiority, is a menace on a par with Communism and Nazism. - didn't actual Nazis support Trump though...didn't Trump hire an anti-semitic to be his advisor...wasn't a large part of his campaign ab
Well, first of all Trump never did what you said. I know you hate him and all and that’s groovy, but can you provide proof?
You strike me as one of those old school liberals: everyone’s a misogynist, everyone’s a racist, everyone’s a homophobe. Woo Hoo! That shit is DONE.
Do something else
I actually have a liberal buddy who would often joke over beers with me about how he wanted Trump to win, so it would speed "the revolution".
Then I explained to him how Trump WAS the revolution.
You should’ve seen the terror in his eyes.
LOL. The 60s were 50 years ago, man!
The whole thing is immensely fascinating to me, though. The fact that the media has become so discredited and no longer listened too. I mean, the only people listening to CNN are people who agree with CNN’s point of view. The media has been utterly castrated and fragmented.
Now we have this ghost of “fake news”. Now that people can get their news from different sources rather than the two or three Democratic Party approved sources, they wanna make sharing non-propaganda difficult.
What’ll happen is what I predicted before: a split down the middle of social media.
Have balls, Facebook. Be OPEN. If you start social engineering, you’re fucking doomed.
Can anybody say Myspace?
Professor draws ire for calling Trump's election 'act of terrorism'
Professor at a California college called Trump’s election “an act of terrorism”. Student is now in trouble for secretly filming the indoctrination masquerading as education, and exposing it on the web. Nothing will happen to the professor, of course. Maybe she’ll get a pay raise. That’s about it. I’m a liberal, but this. This shit right here is why I flipped. Modern American liberalism, with its sense of utter moral superiority, is a menace on a par with Communism and Nazism. They lost so they wanna change the rules. People speak out against them so they wanna limit speech. Dangerous shit.
I like winter and snow and crisp air and Jack Frost nipping at my nose while roasting my “chestnuts” over an open fire, oh baby, but all this cold is getting ridiculous.
It hasn’t been above freezing in well over a week, so says my damn paper, missing the point. Er, Mr. Newspaper, it has barely been above ZERO, let alone freezing, in over a week. Yesterday’s high was a whopping 7 degrees. The day before it was -5.
I was all digging it at first: “Fuck yeah, cold!”
\m/
Everywhere I went in this town, though, that’s all people were talking about: “Boy, it’s cold!”; “This cold is incredible!”; “Cold enough out there for ya?”; “When I woke up this morning I couldn’t even see how cold it was because the very air between my window and the thermometer on the porch post was frozen solid!”
And so on.
A drunk froze to death the other night, stumbling home. They had to pour hot water all over him to get him to unstick from the ground.
*insert stomach-churning, velcro-like tearing sound here*
My dogs are miserable. Like, mentally. They are bored out of their minds. They race outside, make a fecal or urinary deposit, then race back in. Then they climb back on the couch and resume being bored out of their minds, looking at me the whole time like this is all my fault. Seriously, I can feel their eyes burning into the back of my neck as I write this.
“What did you do, Mike?” those eyes seem to be asking.
My cat is going off the deep end, too. It’s much more noticeable with her, since, being a cat, she’s already half-nuts. She will be walking across the floor, all languid and cat-like, then BOOM! she’ll just take off running at breakneck speed, running to nowhere, running for no reason, room to room, up the walls, running like she’s being pursued by 10,000 hungry hell hounds. Then, just as suddenly, she’ll stop, lick herself, and resume languidly walking.
“What did you do to the cat, Mike?” my dogs’ eyes implore.
She has even begun using her litter box because, fuck that shit, she will NOT step foot outside.
So, I am officially sick of the cold. I retract my earlier devil’s horns: /w\
Tomorrow, according to the paper, however, we’re going to have a heatwave: 20 degrees. Wee! Bring on da flip-flops and Hawaiian shirts, everybody, it’s barbecue time!
*note to self: pick of those little drink umbrellas*
December 8, 2016
Great caption. You know, I’m starting to get down with...
Great caption. You know, I’m starting to get down with this popular vote thing. Last weekend, my pro football team lost their game, but gained more yards than their opponents. ABOLISH SCORING!
davidkendall:
October 9, 1940 - December 8, 1980.
Not that any...
October 9, 1940 - December 8, 1980.
Not that any death necessarily makes sense, but his death was one of the more senseless.
I remember waking up for school and coming out into the living room, and my Mom was sitting there watching Good Morning America and crying. I didn’t understand who or what John Lennon was then, but I got to stay home from school because she didn’t feel like taking me.
I don’t blame her.
:(
Edit: I guess the episode above occurred on the morning of the 9th now that I think about it…
