"[T]wo outstretched hands forming a heart."
Nice touch.
Sweet.

Yo, Corolianus ... On those golf carts, my guess is whatever is used to keep the guts of an M1 Abrams from spilling out across the ground.

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From your lips to Her ears.

What a poosie.

Who will Trump blame for letting a yammering, ignoramic, senescent, convicted felon politician/grifter actually be dumb enough to take on a ... wait for ... no, worth it, believe you me ... comedian?

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Corolianus ...
And the 11 US sites for the FIFA World Cup will also likely take a yuuuge hit. They are: LA, Miami, Atlanta, Seattle, Houston, Philadelphia, Kansas City, Boston, Dallas, the San Francisco Bay Area, and the New York City metropolitan area.

Thanks, Corolianus ... very helpful!

Jesus, what a fookin whiner.

But actually, he thought as he re-adjusted the Ministry of Plenty's figures, it was not even forgery. It was merely the substitution of one piece of nonsense for another. Most of the material that you were dealing with had no connexion with anything in the real world, not even the kind of connexion that is contained in a direct lie. Statistics were just as much a fantasy in their original version as in their rectified version. A great deal of the time you were expected to make them up out of your head. For example, the Ministry of Plenty's forecast had estimated the output of boots for the quarter at 145 million pairs. The actual output was given as sixty-two millions. Winston, however, in rewriting the forecast, marked the figure down to fifty-seven millions, so as to allow for the usual claim that the quota had been overfulfilled. In any case, sixty-two millions was no nearer the truth than fifty-seven millions, or than 145 millions. Very likely no boots had been produced at all. Likelier still, nobody knew how many had been produced, much less cared. All one knew was that every quarter astronomical numbers of boots were produced on paper, while perhaps half the population of Oceania went barefoot. And so it was with every class of recorded fact, great or small. Everything faded away into a shadow-world in which, finally, even the date of the year had become uncertain.

George Orwell, 1984

Take him seriously?
Seriously?

People who embrace a universe of "alternative facts" are not serious about education. Indoctrination, yes; education, not so much.

" ... according to White House border czar Tom [CAVA] Homan."

Now there's someone with credibility..

Few of the people so freely using the term "communist" can accurately define "communism."
Straight line from the drunken thicko Joe McCarthy to the senile thief and convicted felon Donald Trump.

Hegseth wants nobody smarter than him in the building ...
Hello?
Anyone there?
Anyone?

Me ow!

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It's weird, but considering their need to hog the room, yap out opinions, etc., many obnoxious paraders of damaged egos possess very poor self awareness. This helps account for Trump's often idiotic behaviors, his leering, dryhumpin flags, the repeated displays of what appears to be idiocy.

Da Bool no like. Grrrrrrrrrrrr. L O effin L

Another unadvertised bug/feature fromTesla: rapid, unscheduled cremations.

"The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which."
George Orwell, Animal Farm

Hahahahahaha

34 felony convictions.
6 bankruptcies.
A notorious chiseler and deadbeat.
Speaks volumes about the mooks supporting him.
But, dontcha know, mooks gonna mook.

Kirk was a nasty, grifting punk. Not a capital offense. And certainly not in MAGAtlandia. That said, dying does nothing to take away from the hate he seened to relish, not unlike a barnyard porker joyously rolling around in a muck-filled sty.

The Bobby Fuller Four, Hank Williams Jr., Roy Orbison, Bruce Springsteen and the Clash were among the many acts that covered "I Fought the Law," with its memorable refrain, "I fought the law and the law won."

"The song came quick," Mr. Curtis said in an interview with the International Songwriters Association. "It was one of those West Texas afternoons where the sand was blowing, those days you have in the spring. Probably March 1958. I wrote it in 15 minutes " bam! If you listen to it, you can tell you don't have to be a rocket scientist to write those lyrics."