Well, I didn’t get the Pulitzer for Blogging this year, or a MacArthur “genius” grant.
But that deranged bag of blubber didn’t get the Nobel Peace Prize, either. Welcome to the Loser’s Club, you fat cunt.
Boy, the walls of the White House must be fairly running with ketchup this morning. I suppose we’ll be invading Norway now.
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So relieved. Dreaded awakening!
Me too. I got up way too early, fed Miss Mia, emptied the dishwasher, cleaned the litter box, made coffee, awakened the Mac, checked the weather, glanced heavenward toward a deity whose existence I doubt, and then checked the NYT.
So. Much. Winning. What a relief to start the day with something sensible for a change.
he fact that the Orange One Who May Not Be Named didn’t get it was alright with me. The only way he might qualify is when he departs this world for his seat in hell. We’d all be finally getting some peace.
I really enjoy Nobel season with NPR. Real news. I did like the fact that one of the Chemistry Nobel’s was unreachable while he was on vacation.
I enjoy reading the coneheads’ reactions when they hit the Big Casino.
“I didn’t answer the phone because I was changing the oil in my time machine and assumed it was just another bill collector,” etc.
Speaking of scumbags, I suspect that few will mourn when Steven Cheung departs this world for the Devil’s rotisserie. He had a few — oh, I suppose you could call them “thoughts,” if you’re feeling generous — to express at the Nobel news:
The White House responded bitterly, with communications director Steven Cheung saying members of “the Nobel Committee proved they place politics over peace” because they didn’t recognize Trump.
That is some serious propaganda. This guy must have been trained by the North Koreans. Can it get any clearer that this administration needs to go into history in shame. This is 25th amendment territory.
Social media is the metastatic cancer of the digital world. And, AI trained on copywriter and public domain creative work will make it untreatable.
Plus, social media is parasitic and exhausting. How can anyone possibly keep up, or even survive, with that monster sucking on their brains like a sugar tit?
I tried fiddling with XTwatter alternatives for a bit — first Mastodon, then Bluesky — and lost interest in less time than it took me to type this comment. Following the news is bad enough. Following social media is like being locked into an aviary where the birdseed is laced with a blend of ketamine and methamphetamine.
Maybe we need a “Write Like Steven Cheung” contest. I’ll start:
“He has the heart of a tsetse fly, and there will never be anyone like him who can move his mountainous bowels with the sheer force of what he thought was a fart.”
His bigly balls, larger than any seen before, are made from the finest American carbon steel! And, the sparks he creates as he walks makes all the liberals who see them wet their diapers!
’nuff said . . . I’m laughing so hard here in PDX dancing with frogs, chickens and other costume clad “war mongers”
Good on ye, mate. The chicken did time in Corvallis, like Your Humble Narrator.
Dude says his getup “dismantles their narrative a little bit.”
“When they try to describe this situation as ‘war-torn’ it becomes much harder to take them seriously when they have to post a video saying [U.S. Secretary of Homeland Security] Kristi Noem is up on the balcony staring over the Antifa Army and it’s, like, eight journalists and five protesters and one of them is in a chicken suit.”
I have a Kristi Gnome in my front yard. If I put it too close to my pumpkin it gets a hard on.
Gee; do you think Trump will launch an investigation into the Nobel committee? Maybe try to indict them? 😉
As an aside and comment on cozadjeff’s statement, “I really enjoy Nobel season with NPR. Real news”.
I just finished reading, On Air, The Triumph and tumult of NPR, by Steve Oney. I respect and trust NPR
to deliver truth but geez; the poop that goes on that the public doesn’t see… worth reading.