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With a political system that operates off bribery and a deep state that makes sure business as usual is not threatened, I can't imagine we'll experience any positive change unless the populace revolts against the inherent system of corruption that comprises our government. Which, of course, they won't. Not in meaningful numbers anyway.
As Waldo used to say, 'People will continue to clap for Tinkerbell' thinking that the next election cycle will produce the candidate all we plebs have been waiting for. After witnessing what happenned to Bernie, there's no way the oligarchs are going to allow the plebs to vote for someone who actually represents them. Not even marginally.
This article suggests that the issue is far bigger than the Duopoly we have in the US
Agree: Politics are meaningless as we face the effects of overpopulation and the death of the planet. And it's certainly not anything industry cares to concern itself with. Our impending demise is a fate accompli. It's now only a matter of when.
Maybe not as good out loud as Lew- but been reading a lot of THIS.
While I am not at home in my home in Florida, I do appreciate not being so near the center of the Hive.
Every morning I can't wait to give somebody grief. I do it in my filings and do it in my briefs. There's robbery among us- and I don't have time to give a hoot. Have a gold Rolex you won't believe peeking out the sleeve of my Dormeuil suit.
It's not easy for a boy to be a businessman. Life not turning out for me exactly like I planned. My papers are in order- I can go out there and loot. Ask me am I qualified- letters of marque all here inside my Dormeuil suit.
When I can't take anymore- I take my 944 and disappear into the night. To a nose blast- or a place in the past- and a time when I knew what what was right. Since that time in college- the tree of knowledge bore bitter fruit. Not a free ride. There is no heart inside this Dormeuil suit.
If you see me coming better stay right where you are. Don't file litigation on me and don't lean on my car. Don't point anything at me that you are not prepared to shoot. But if you want all of the best, come on in and be the guest of a Dormeuil suit.
Well, that's enough of this year's story. Brother P- if yer into music and movement... ya gotta love this:
No pesky english language. Japanese schoolgirls who can play the horn.
I think this is the same group I saw in a video doing a swing piece with choreography on stage. It was pretty amazing. Thanks for the share.
A very dark comedy from Germany. I wish I understood German as I am sure that some of the cultural and historical subtext is lost in translation. On Netflix. I think some of you many appreciate this.
Old Money Journey
Monongahela 1862. Morning fog moved upon river burning off engine chuffing smoke upstream. Creaking deck open door. Splashing wheel Sherman coming east. Longstreet moving west. Do not take genius to figure out war and stay south of a river. Jubal has big job planned. Jubal cackle wonder why your damyankee dutchman call it Cashtown. Hundred greenbacks per ounce. Quality folk give you ten thousand. Coal scuttle Captain rattle sunrise chill. Cackle in Henry memory. Chef you gotta see this. Dispatch will wait for sawdust clomp downstairs deck. Look at his eyes Chef. He won't make the landing. What do you see. My son. One of the 69th Irish Volunteers and god eye damned all gentlemen. Whisky me lad. Mother of God. What kind of man is it that would not give you his best whisky. I had a brother who was a gentleman once. Twinkle eyed. So he smiled. Then he died. Roll him up with a cannon ball boys and give him to the river. Must have been a fine jungen. Gut shot don't live so long. Send hands ashore to prepare boat for auction. Thank them for me.
Beyond Those Hills
"Where the cotton is high. The corn is a growing. And there ain't no fields to plow." -- Old Rivers
Pennsylvania. July, 1863
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