Shark on the barbie?

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Try looking up "mitigation" before someone gets the idea you haven't a clue about this.

Trump's Victory Day declaration for May 8 brings him into lime with Putin's Russia, where May 9 is Victory Day.

Veterans are suspect in the comic book Trump calls "life." Real heroes, the best kind, died for their country. And the very best? For Old Yeller they'll be the ones who die for Trump.

In 1945, La Guardia renamed Sixth Avenue, known by that name since the early 1800s, "Avenue of the Americas." And to this day, it's "Sixth Avenue" for New Yorkers.

Hi, Cariolanus ... Maybe some of those graduate student papers will be better written now!

Before he hit on that religion gig, Joseph Smith used seer stones in attempts to locate lost treasure. So, seer stones. Good to go?

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So, kids, huffing bad-batch ketamine ... well, there you go.

We need a national sweat lodge after this.

"Well, maybe the children will have two dolls instead of 30 dolls. And maybe the two dolls will cost a couple bucks more than they would normally."

Watching the replay of Old Yeller's yammering, paying attention to affect, what he seemed to be saying was, "Kids? What kids? Oh, those kids, your kids. Well, flock em."

Pastor Micah, self-described Christian Nationalist, you just got yourself a richly deserved F in today's class in "Basic Sheet Every Americano Ought to Know."

Tiny slice of AI implications. I'm a contemporary of this guy. Picking through my grab bag of jobs held during a lifetime I come up with "freelance writer." It was a tough sort of non-job job, in that you went unpaid until the publisher/contractor was satisfied with the work you produced. (Arrangements vary and if you get into books the typical arrangement called for an advance payment on signing; magazines not so much.). Coming up with ideas and then the sales pitch. So many sales pitches. If an idea was accepted, off you go, putting it together, etc., etc., etc., and then writing the piece. I'm not complaining. Just saying there were quite a few moving pieces. I do not know that business today, but AI could render that freelancer unnecessary from a purely dollars-and-cents point of view. Think Gutenberg and medieval scribes.

My immigrant grandma employed a term to describe folk like these MAGAts: scum of the earth.

No Sharpie was used in the creation of this particular lie. Huzzah!
~ The Sharpie Company

Apparently, it recently dawned on Scotty Bessent that his resume-building tenure within the Trump mob - toadying to a lying, grifting, mentally ill thief, sex pest, and convicted felon might not turn out quite as planned. Don't know when the penny dropped for Mr. Stick Up the Canetta, but perhaps that occurred during one of his embarrassing appearances with fellow court fool Howie Lutnick.

The agents as a group come across as goons who were turned down for jobs as warehouse monkeys by Walmart due to skull thickness and arrogance. Bully boys with glass eyes, like Trump and the rest of that sorry lot of mega MAGAt lewzers.

Thanks for that, well worth digging a bit. Appreciated.

Similarly, the Chinese emperor's court in the Forbidden City was loaded with eunuchs.
Some of these eunuchs kept their withered dangly bits in little jars tied around their necks.
Perhaps, in whatever might lie hereafter, they and those withered dangle bits might be reunited.
Does this mean there's hope for Mikey's MAGAts?
Oops, tariff on Chinese magic bawls neck charm just shot through the roof.

The man has his priorities.

Well, now, lessee ... .Vance is a Catholic, so not a Christian to Bible fondling yahoos like Johnson. But Johnson's a Bible fondling yahoo, so quite suspect. What an embarrassment of "riches"!

Unfortunately, Stephen Miller gives off a strong "wish I was at the Wannsee Conference" vibe. He stands out as an exceptionally nasty and cruel piece of work in a gaggle of thugs known for nastiness and cruelty.

What I said about the grovers' and grifters' care for another person to their regardfor the country as a whole. About which they also couldn't give a couple of rodential bowel movements.

Trump may soon find himself in 38% approval territory . While that will make him bigly cranky, he would do well to buckle up because his actual floor is probably another 6% drop past that. People are tired of him incessantly making with the crazy. All. The. Time. Wouldn't you think someone, anyone who actually gave two rodential bowel movements about the old boy might take him aside and roar in his ear: "For fecks sake, man, give it a rest!" But nobody cares even that much about him; the ravenous greed and unemdong fear of the craven carry the day and they remain silenced by sycophancy.

Well, there's that niggling bit called "proof."
It goes hand-in-hand with "due process."
And neither is anything Trumpfists care about, at all.

She survived ghastly treatment and cast some light on the world of some the rich and powerful among the male psycho population. And for this she paid quite a price. A hard life. RIP.