Michael Kindt's Blog, page 16
November 27, 2016
You know what exists? Japanese bluegrass music. Dead serious,...
You know what exists? Japanese bluegrass music. Dead serious, and it’s fucking awesome.
Here I thought they only made Toyotas!
The thing about the internet, even in the age of "Fake News" and the coming wave of corporate censorship, is that you still can't control it.
No one, no one at all has figured out an effective way to control the internet.
China can’t control it. Neither can Saudi Arabia. Do you actually think the liberals whose message got away from them will, all of a sudden, figure out a way?
LOL, to that.
The next few years are going to be really interesting….
It’s what I’m fingering!
It’s what I’m fingering!
Did eunuchs eat pussy?
I have seriously always wondered this.
Would they have also cut off their tongues and lips if they did? (Or in my case, their entire face?)
See, I’m a thinker. Always thinking, that’s me.
November 26, 2016
Communist dictator Fidel Castro died yesterday. Here is a...
Communist dictator Fidel Castro died yesterday. Here is a photo of the celebration in Miami. When the left wins, everybody loses, and these people know it.
I had a really vivid dream I was golfing.
I’ve only golfed once in my life. Actually, I “golfed”–I got drunk in the sun and burned my bald head so bad all the skin peeled off, exposing the bare bone of my skull, much to the horror of everyone.
(It has since grown back, mostly.)
In the dream, I was always in the weeds and brambles and sand traps, and everytime I hit the ball, it popped like a little balloon.
Weird.
Chime in, you armchair psychoanalysts.
Oh, and I wrote a joke about golfers a few years back. It goes:
Q: How come you never see golfers smile?
A: Cuz they’re dead inside.
Lol, I kill me.
November 25, 2016
A photo retrospective of Mick Jagger. Of all the millions of...
A photo retrospective of Mick Jagger. Of all the millions of guys I’d go gay for, I’d probably go gayest for him. Also, British people can do Country. Oh, yes they can. Very Well.
