Wednesday, February 1, 2023

We haven't heard peep one about these guys...

 
 
Or for that matter the Clintons, either. Doesn't it piss you off the double standards they have at DOJ and the FBI? They raid MaraLago with sirens and lights blaring in the pre-dawn hours and come up with nothing but it's all over the news (and the floor as we saw in the pictures) - but when the FBI goes to Biden's house just before the midterm elections and finds all kinds of classified shit in nine different places, we don't hear dick about it unti yesterday.
Jim Jordan needs to get up to speed bookoo quick to get these motherfuckers kicked out. Juss' sayin'...
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Today is/was his birthday. When the movie first came out, the Catholic Church warned against seeing it and promised 'eternal damnation' for any Catholic who went to see the movie because he said the word 'damn' in this most famous line. Think about that for a minute...
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Wuddya suppose her job desciption was?
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That's not exactly what they're talking about, is it...
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At no time during his speech does he mention DJT a single tiime. This is exactly why perspective on news and issues is so important to both the story teller and the reader. The story teller wants you to hear it the way the want to influence you to think. It's your job as the reader to always bear in mind the source of the story and what their agenda might be. Capeesh? 

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Opening Day is March 30 for most teams. Pitchers and catchers report in two weeks. I already have a couple of spring training game tix. 

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Valentines day is in two weeks.
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I pay so little attention to Fakebook beyond sharing a 'Good morning' message with friends. Okay, occassionally I'll post what I'm eating or drinking, but mostly I ignore the really stupid shit. Like this. 
I've been ragging on The New Yorker Magazine both there and here for how out of touch they are, and how genuinely un-funny their cartoons are any more. 
Evidently, the algorithm-masters at Fakebook don't recognize the difference between just plain commenting and busting somebody's balls, so they wanted to give me this illustrious award. How fuckin' pithy is that?
PS: When this thing popped up on my wall, there was no way to comment on it, so I couldn't tell them to shove it up their collective asses. Juss' sayin'...
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