Now that I have your attention, I’d like to share with you a wonderful site that I’ve just found: The Wonderful and the Obscure. If you want to know more about what the music version of the b movie is, well…here you go!
…was get a little more information about the old Bond’s department store in St. Louis. What I got was a list of reasons why downtown St. Louis has disappeared. (Hint: “Negroes.”)
Meh. I’m a swarthy Jewess. I’ve heard/seen/been called worse. So I read on.
Oh, Lord: the Obamas official portraits, created by members of the Black Panthers, those people that kidnapped Patty Hearst, and (insert person that causes “conservatives” to clutch their pearls.)
I can’t even with this any more. Reading these “memories” of downtown St. Louis being a crime-free Wunderland? It’s hilarious!
I have a problem: I use ableist language.
Enjoy this post that we would ALL be wise to follow. (That’s perfectly cromulent grammar, darn it!)
For some strange reason, I had an urge to watch You Nazty Spy! last night. Who knows what could’ve drawn me to that particular short (in which an incompetent boob is chosen to run a country) last night of all nights. Call it intuition, if you will.
That’s all I have to say. Oh, there’s this wonderful quote:
(Moe) Hailstone: “What does a dictator do?”
Ixnay: “A dictator? Why, he makes love to beautiful women, drinks champagne, enjoys life and never works. He makes speeches to the people, promising them plenty, gives them nothing, then takes everything! That‘s a dictator!”
(Curly) Pebble: “Hmmm! A parasite! That’s for me!”
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Is this true or is this fake news (aka true)? YOU DECIDE!
As you know, there’s been an election, an inauguration, and several press conferences with our new president. If he was analyzed as a hiring manager would analyze you, chances are he wouldn’t even have gotten in the door due to the other, more experienced job seekers (I’m talking about ALL the candidates, so don’t even try it with the “BLAH COULD’VE WON! I ain’t here for that!)
I’ve gone on soooo many interviews. Some were great! Some were terrible! A lot were meh. A few (approximately 3-4) were uber-excellent and felt like I was already in that job. Feeling and being are two different things. Only one of the uber-excellent interviews led to a job, so even though the interviewer has positive things to say, there’s always going to be that other person who may be better, may look better, may appeal to the hiring people more, etc. (Yes, we’re getting into a whole netherworld of “Did I not get hired just because someone didn’t like me?!” but you’re adults. Sometimes you don’t get the job you’re the best fit for. If you’ve got proof of questionable hiring practices, then get on it. If you’ve got nothing, well, that’s life in the big city. Suck it up and keep going.)
I bring this up because if I were a hiring manager, there’s no way in the WORLD I would’ve let our president get further than File 13. Before you say, “Libtard,” I’mma shut you up right now. You would have to be blind, deaf, mentally deficient, and insane to think that the various rantings of the world’s worst winner make a great president, no matter the party. From the least anti-Semite to the all blacks know each other and the broken record that is Hillary, the blame game, Obama, and “I have the most electoral votes EVER!” (How he ignored Reagan’s thorough CRUSHING of Mondale, I don’t know.); Trump (or as I like to call him, The Loaded 45) is just not fit to handle…some things. Two state solution? Meh, they’ll work it out. (??!!!) Did you hear about how many votes I got! I still think I got more–we should investigate! No, I’ve never been to Russia. (Shown photos of visits to Russia). FAKE NEWS!
Am I saying we should have a “do-over” (like sooooo many others are saying)? Of course not. We broke it, we bought it. We should have to wallow in our accident on the carpet for all four (or eight!) years, because, well…remember how successful the whole “birther” movement was in removing Obama? Yeah.
No, we are stuck with a testy man child for at least 4 years. So no matter if you think the Russians put him in office; he has ties to the Russian Mafia; is suffering from end-stage syphilitic brain swelling from his sex tours to Vietnam; is a draft dodger (hey, it’s Bill Clinton!); is a rapist/womanizer/serial cheater (hey, it’s Bill Clinton!); is full of crap (hey, it’s … you get the idea).
So unless you come up with a Watergate, Contragate, Monicagate, or Rosneft…gate (they’re trying!) America will do what America does best: bitch out the other side for being horrible. Well, the joke’s on you–YOU’RE ALL TERRIBLE! (But like Animal Farm, some terrible is worse than other terrible…sometimes.)
Don’t blame me, I voted for Larry Fine!
I remember the exact moment that I connected internment with my family. I was in elementary school, and we had learned all about the New Deal and Franklin Delano Roosevelt in social studies. Later that week, I was at my grandparents’ house for a family dinner, and I was reciting all these things I had learned at school, talking mostly, as I had been taught, about how great FDR was. My grandfather’s sister, an ex-nun we called Auntie Auntie, said, “You know he interned the Japanese, right?”
There’s no WAY that this can ever happen again, right?
Angry and hopeless Trump voters take heart: there is a man who is out for justice for America.
An overview of the top 10 blog monetization strategies, ranked in their order of what works. Updated for 2016.
(aka: So, You’d Like to Make Money With a Blog You’ve Half-Assed Since Forever…)
Would YOU like to make money? Sure, who wouldn’t? I’ve got various domains and websites (I guess, I don’t know…) out there to “monetize” my “brand.” As of today, 18/10/16, I’ve made approximately bupkis with said sites.
Well, all that’s going to change! Taking my cue from the great Yinzerella, I’m going to begin the journey to monetizing my knowledge!
(Hold for laughter.)
Hey, don’t laugh! I live in a country where anyone, and I mean ANYONE, can run for President! Don’t count me out!