The executive branch is supposed to protect the nation. -- Clownshack

I've never heard that. How, and how differently than the other branches at any given time?

Not saying you're wrong, but this is a Civics 101 lesson I missed.

Trump's biding his time til his Tiananmen massacre moment.

Not until hundreds are mowed down in the streets will the real protests begin.

At that point, Trump already has a foot out the door.

1naut.

You haven't had a shred of credibility since you came here.

If I had made your comment from yesterday about BJs / fellatio (testing the censors), I'd never show my scrawny digital ass here again.

Toots Thielemans. Jazz harmonica. Old Norman Granz full sides on YouTube have him back in the 40s playing with the bop masters. But I can only find videos of him as an older man playing like this.

11.

I hit my knees every night that I'm not paid to read fiction. Especially good fiction.

I just finished copyediting a novel that people may actually know about in the next few years -- unlike most of the rest of my work, of which an editor once told me, "Our only hope is that the sales exceed the page count."

Tense fictional moments found their way into my dreams. I got enough problems.

Another editing colleague once said, "I can't believe people are paid the same to edit Young Adult fiction as we are to spend 12 hours over a bibliography."

I'd have self-defenestrated years ago if all I read was YA fiction. Give me footnotes.

They posted the day before.

Phone.

Or lost. Whatever.

I'm coming to the conclusion that sadomasochism is the underlying theme and that the homoeroticism just comes with.

I truly don't understand how lfthndthrds and oneidiot can return here day after day, given what they lost the day before.

It's a humiliation thing.

And what emasculation hath wrought on BRinger? The man is a shell of his former empty self.

Emily Remler, "Waiting for Herb":

An incredible guitarist, dead at 32, years ago. Off my radar til the last few years.

Too many words. Back to music.

Anna Butterss, Live at the Blue Whale.

One way the young crowd is discovering jazz these days.

Oops.

A band for I have increasingly little tolerance, and when I found this lyric by Thomas Dekker buried in my 11th-grade English lit textbook, I was as cynical as a 16-year old-could be.

"Golden Slumbers," by the Fab Four.

The Fugs, "Ah Sunflower, Weary of Time" (lyrics by William Blake):

John Cale, "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night" (lyrics by Dylan Thomas):

John Renbourn before Pentangle. "Song," lyrics by John Donne.

"Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root.
Tell me where all past years are
Or who cleft the devil's foot . . .

I swear nowhere
Lives a woman true and fair."

Worth two minutes, esp. if an admirer of acoustic guitar, and in spite of centuries-old Euromisogyny.

13. Maybe annoying, like in the long-lost Emergency Broadcast System sense.

"This is only a test."

Didn't see your post, Rein.

Dick Cheney's fault.

I've driven your little gay ass back in your hole today. ---- you.

#71 | Posted by lfthndthrd

Matter of time. Gotta scratch that itch.