Sorry, no post today. Georgia Power and Live Bait Co. just turned my electricity on after seven hours in the cold. Will try again tomorrow. Defrosting fingers crossed.
...when they insist on electing one another. There's a halfwit running for governor of Missour i on a promise to burn books outside the governor's mansion if it's the only way to protect children from "vulgar pornographic material." It's not clear what set him off, probably The Diary of Anne Frank again. If his flamethrower is out of gas, he is also open to bulldozing or "launching books into outer space," which is certainly creative. (The flamethrower may displace the AR-15 as America's National Weapon, depending on how high Biden drives the price of gasoline.) Book burning is nothing new, Gott weiss, but its mainstreaming marks a new phase in American barbarism. We know what we mean by Orwellian and Kafkaesque -- perhaps we need a new word: Bradburian, and not only for the destruction of books and what they represent. In Fahrenheit 451 Ray Bradbury posited a future where firemen would start fires instead of putti...
With polls sounding a death knell and red-hats leaving his rallies like they left the oven on, Trump has dimly seen his future. That's why Trumpworld is holding a sale on all Bibles, gold sneakers (pre- and post-assassination styles), Victory47 cologne ("My eyes! My eyes!") and the limited-edition Trump diapers: Get a jump on your Christmas shopping and remember who made it possible to say "Merry Christmas" again with a fabulous Trump Victory Tourbillon watch, only $100,000. Three colors, 122 diamonds, only 147 available. Or a shoddier version for $499 if you're impoverished by Bidenomics. Profits will not go to the campaign, the website says, and when has Trump ever lied? "Suppose you were an idiot, and suppose you were a member of Congress -- but I repeat myself," said Mark Twain, who died in 1910, so maybe it's always been this way. Tommy Tuberville, football's worst mistake, thinks Kamala Harris should drop out of the...
The story so far...on the night of September 26 Hurricane Helene ignored the projections and thundered past Georgia, knocking out electricity. Power was restored late on the afternoon of September 29, but internet took considerably longer. Today we gave up on Comcast and shelled out for one of those AT&T hotspot deals, and just like that...well, I feel like Sweeney Todd ("At last, my arm is complete again!"). Thanks to MarkS for your words of concern. I've spent the last four hours trying to catch up. I can't decide whether two weeks without internet, cable and even radio has been a vacation or a nightmare. My impression is that everything is the same only more so, politically speaking, possibly a little more surreal. Are people really refusing FEMA aid because the cult has convinced them it's a plot to a. channel money to cat-eating Haitians, b. a plot to disguise the Democrats' control of the weather, or c. a plot to distract e...
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