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The ShitShow Continues...
"You know the people I’m talking about. Some of them are probably your friends and family, people you have known for years, and who had always seemed completely rational, but who are now convinced that we need to radically alter the fabric of human society to protect ourselves from a virus that causes mild to moderate flu-like symptoms (or absolutely no symptoms at all) in over 95% of those infected, and that over 99.6% survive, which, it goes without saying, is totally insane."
But not like global warming or anything... while the planet cooks and oceans die. Pay no attention to JoeShit (the rag man) behind the curtain. It's about as relevant as the Stoopid Bowl.
Covidiot's facts are wrong. Mortality rate in US is 3.2% not .4%. Oh, well. Who cares about that shit anymore?
Biden Campaign Gets Kamala Harris Quickly Up To Speed On Candidate’s Plans For Presidential Funeral Service
https://politics.theonion.com/nib-biden-campaign-gets-kamala-harris...
Whatever. I was the canary in the coal mine long enough and i didn't die. And even if I had... who gives a shit? Moishe the Beadle just wants attention. And he's crazy. You know how they are.
Today I am using the terms "skullfuckery" and "assfuckery" intergably. They are actually different. Skullfuckery is what "management" does to you when you are still working for a paycheck. Assfuckery is what they do to you when you're poor. And can't "work" any more. Same in academia as it is everywhere else. BOHICA.
"With the return of nationalism on a global scale guided by the post 2013 New Silk Road framework, and especially within America itself since Trump’s 2016 election, these hives of indoctrinated scholars have been in conniption fits over the loss of their utopian blueprints for a New World Order." The DOD... aka. Dick of Death.
"“You keep [your mind] too near your devices for loving,” one male colleague told her, drawing the link explicitly. “Loathsome bitch,” said another." And the funny thing is... I am really starting to hate "liberals" who can't tell skullfuckery from assfuckery. Especially in the comments section on Disqus. “It’s important for local papers to have a website that’s clean, usable, and mobile friendly, with a newsletter to develop relationships with readers,” they say.
How's your online banking working these days?
Old Jew
Shenandoah Valley, 1895
Old Henry was drunk as a hootie owl and demented as a belfry bat screaming out of a Harrisburg clocktower like some parrot rifle blast at Edelweiss or something in the fine crystal next to ein shot glass now empty. Here comes old mutti Dilger, dodging all the waiters and clattering them up as usual. Heil, he should know them all by now. Morse pebble goddammit another whiskey boy und glass shot fur old man Dilger. Schnell boy. Macht schnell! Forbear the sauce Henry. Always happy to take your free train ride, but you had enough. Enough? You silly old grandmother Dilger. We had enough at the battle. And that was even before you shot the bishop in two. Daisies. That's what they are. Dixie Daisy. Whatever happened to that girl. Ach Granny Dilger always wants to talk about girls in the middle of a goddam war. Henry you pitiful Hessian puppy. The war is over. We buried old Jew last year. Und his verdammt old lost cause with him. Tombstone shadow on the green.
There are no quotes in this story because all conversation is overheard from another lifetime. Hubert Dilger and Jubal Early are real, and so is the US Civil War. George Pullman was real too, and demented Henry purchased several of his cars and converted them to crowded cafes renowned for their lager beer, corned beef and cabbage. There were girls from the theatre too, but that's another story. This story is about a man and flowers and a crowded cafe. Dementia is something we are all born with... first as we make incomplete connections... and then as they begin to unravel. A disorder of the process, it is, thousands of years before Zarathustra's puzzlement over the stars in their courses. The dining car rocked gently on the Shenandoah Valley line scarcely disturbing the cut glass and cigar smoke. Compostmodern writers are not paid by the line like Dickens. They now reduce reuse and recycle with their thumbs, left to own devices as obtuse as Melville.
So emoticons veil your disorder, Shenandoah!
Pirate Jenny
(a ghost story)
Cuz there's nobody gonna sleep here
Well here it is 1/23/21 typing one handed and wondering what the rbc is doing now. I seem to have fallen off somewhere in bizarro world and cant get up.
Still of the earth. On one in the immediate family has gotten the covid yet. But anxiety is a lot higher than it used to be. Had to completely disconnect from mainstream social media due to toxicity and censorship issues. Bizarro world to say the least.
I spend alot of time listening to music, doing home projects and watching surfing videos now. We talked a lot about collapse in years past, but there's really no way to describe until you see it.
Still in Florida. Not that difficult to stay away from people as that is pretty much the way we are anyway. Miss traveling. Slightly relieved that Trump is out but fully understand that disinformation is rampant and - with a few notable exceptions - there is no one in elected office who really cares much about anything but being in elected office.
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