Polaroid of the Day
Dingo the Cat. She does these “friendly” little bites which are really annoying when you’re trying to sleep.
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Shavuah Tov. Impeach Drumpf
(Social) Media Shabbat
My iPhone gave up the ghost yesterday, which will definitely aid in giving my weary psyche a rest. I bought a replacement plan, but the phone is back-ordered, so I’m phoneless for a few days. I’ll survive.
The kids are with their mother this weekend, and do I miss talking to them. In their teenage distraction, they do NOT miss talking to me. I’m OK with that. I hope that they’re having fun.
The craziness continues.
This weekend the Republican Jewish Coalition is meeting in Las Vegas, at Sheldon Adelson’s (Jews We Wish Were Gentile) Venetian Den of Iniquity and Gambling Hall. Among the assholes that the RJC wishes to honor are Dick Cheney, whose qualifications are promoter of false intelligence, war profiteer, torture advocate and guilt-free accomplice in the death of over 4,000 American soldiers and marines and who knows how many civilians; Cheney’s evil homophobic spawn; and Mike Pence,champion of turning the United States into a Christian theocracy yet sell-out to perhaps the most un-Christian president in US history. FYI to Jewish Republicans: Christian theocracies have not been good to us. cf. Spanish Inquisition vs. Golden Age of Jewry in Spain.
Take a break, everyone. It’s a marathon, not a sprint.
No Wonder tRump’s Grumpy–His Wife Won’t Sleep With him, and there’s nothing he can do about it.
Of the restrictions imposed by being the Most Powerful Man in the World, the inability to move the seat of government may be the most torturous of them all.
Avoiding your vulgar, garish boor of a husband is now the easiest thing in the world for Mrs. Drumpf. All she has to do is stay away from the District of Columbia.
Twitler is taking Propecia. Side effects include:
- impotence, loss of interest in sex, or trouble having an orgasm;
- abnormal ejaculation;
- swelling in your hands or feet;
- swelling or tenderness in your breasts;
- dizziness, weakness;
- feeling like you might pass out;
- headache;
- runny nose;
Note the first side effect listed. It may be that that is an advantage if you are the president, your wife can’t stand your flesh, and you wish to avoid scandal. However, a man’s view of himself, especially a puffed-up peacock like tRump, is often inextricably intertwined with his dominant and dominating sexuality. A man that can’t even get it from his “young (relatively), and beautiful, piece of ass”, well, what kind of tough hombre is that?
The third side effect, swelling of the hands? That one Drumpf definitely wants.
tRump’s “Condescending Crumbs”
In case you don’t think that Cheetolini has been dog-whistling the white supremacists, you now have proof ,courtesy of Haaretz.com.
The “condescending crumbs” quote comes courtesy of the Anne Frank center.
As for tRump finally saying anti-Semitism is a bad thing:
wow. gee-whiz. Of course, the real news is that even if you are ultra-Orthodox that you’ve never met anyone that is as anti-Semitic as tRump. Who’da thunk?
To which we say:
Prove it. Fire Bannon.
NB: I’m not writing about Yiannopoulos. This is already too much recognition.
Polaroid of the Day
12-string guitar
Schecter TSH-12
I’ll be making a tape of what it sounds like. Check back.
Pandas: They’re Why You Want To Be Famous
You’re going along OK, feeling like your life is not bad, but then it happens: you feel the need to be recognized, to be somebody.
Why? Because you realize that as Joe Schmoe, average citizen, you are never going to get to cuddle with even one baby panda, much less two. The Prime Minister of Canada is no more deserving than you, no more qualified to hold two baby pandas, yet there he is, in what might the not only the greatest moment of his life, but the greatest moment of anyone’s life, anywhere at any time.
It’s just not fair. And since the universe is not going to be fair, it may as well be unfair towards you.
You want your fame, but you know deep inside, it’s just for the pandas.
Jews Wish Were Gentile, Vol. II
Somebody tell him to go away. Put him on an ice floe with a polar bear. (Not that I want the bear to eat him or harm a single hair on his feet. I’m just hoping against hope that he will develop some empathy. Unlikely, but who knows. Even Chuck Colson found G-d).
The Meta-Bug 