Michael Kindt's Blog, page 28
October 13, 2016
Sometimes I will google completely random things just to change the ads appearing all over my social media.
(Currently being bombarded with eczema medications and canvas work pants.)
You don’t need a weather man to know which way the wind...
You don’t need a weather man to know which way the wind blows.
Odd.
Apparently some people are upset at Bob Dylan winning the Nobel Prize for Lit. Apparently people wanted some obscure starving poet (like there’s any other kind) to win it.
Pick up a guitar, Mr. Pretentious Poet, and rant and rheum. You think Bob Dylan can sing? The man can barely speak. Rant and rheum and pluck that guitar and pay the damn rent with your own money for once.
By the way, do you know what you win when you win a Nobel Prize? A trip to beautiful Oslo (LOL), but also a million bucks, with which you can get the hell out of Oslo.
“Hibbing, Minnesota–and step on it!”
Fuckin' A.
Bob Dylan won the Nobel Prize for literature? How cool is that?
Bill Wyman, not the Rolling Stone but the arts writer for the New York Times, wrote in 2013: “Mr. Dylan’s work remains utterly lacking in conventionality, moral sleight of hand, pop pabulum or sops to his audience. His lyricism is exquisite; his concerns and subjects are demonstrably timeless; and few poets of any era have seen their work bear more influence.”
Fuckin’ A some more.
October 12, 2016
The strange life and tragic death of South Dakota Man. Can you...
The strange life and tragic death of South Dakota Man.
Can you guess which ones are me? If you said the first, second, fifth, and eighth, you’d be one short.
Professor explains the rise of 'precious snowflakes' – cites narcissism, over-nurturing - The College Fix
“People now experience the entire world as a form of bullying” - Boy, no shit. How fucking true is this? LOL.
I do love being back home.That there in the middle is Harney...
I do love being back home.
That there in the middle is Harney Peak, the highest point between the Rockies and the Atlantic Ocean. The Appalachian Mountains are actually Appalachian hills, and the Black Hills, where this is, are actually mountains.
Go figure.
Pretty, tho, huh?
She looks pretty cute here. I would’ve let her go down on...
She looks pretty cute here. I would’ve let her go down on me, too–especially if my wife was a robot fired up by nothing more than vacuous careerism.
But that’s just me (and Bill).
October 10, 2016
I'm never sure what you're making fun of. Your sense of humor is very ambiguous. Pleasure to read, though.
Well, thanks. Eh, I’m tired of sides. Everybody has a SIDE. Screw that. I just like to have fun. Politically, I can tell you that I am a lifelong registered Republican, though I have never voted Republican in a Presidential election. I have locally and for state offices, though. The first person I ever voted for was Ross Perot in 92. I voted for Bill to have a second term. I voted for Al Gore. I voted for whoever was against GW Bush in 2004 (I don’t remember). I voted for Barack both times.
I seriously am at a loss this election. I truly hate them both (though I do quite enjoy the chaos that is Trump). It’s not even a question of lesser evils. It’s a question of “can I live with myself?”
And no, I don’t think I can.
SUSAN KELTS | Pennington County Democrats
I’m voting for Susan Kelts, the Democrat for the state House, because she just came to my door, shook my hand, patted my dog on the head, and didn’t bat an eye when I mixed a giant, terrifyingly strong screwdriver right in front of her.
See, Democrats can be progressive, too.
