*No, Clicky…/drags… Lovely as the animation is… /blows smoke… I was thinking about the memo… the one about all the collusion… /puffs… Honestly! Could only ‘appen under Trump! …/taps ASH…*
*Oh course! Elephants have phenomenal memories, Clicky… /pats snout…*
early 15c., from Latin memorandum“(thing) to be remembered,” neuter singular of memorandus“worthy of remembrance, noteworthy,” gerundive of memorare“to call to mind,” from memor “mindful of” (see memory). Originally a word written at the top of a note, by 1540s it came to stand for the note itself. The Latin plural is memoranda. Compare also agenda.
…Coupled with the trailer of a movie I saw earlier on Twitter. To be released this summer, a prequel sequel in the story of Donna and Sophie…
*Frank? Witch one? RedandBlue? …/grins… And John the letter writer. Knot to mention Clarence from Clare that’s so Shining, Clicky… /drags…*
‘The three prisoners were serving sentences for bank robbery when they executed their escape plan using stolen spoons, dummy heads and a raincoat raft. Their exploits were turned into the 1979 movie “Escape from Alcatraz,” starring Clint Eastwood as Morris.
‘U.S. Marshal Michael Dyke, who inherited the unsolved case in 2003, told The Associated Press in 2012 that he didn’t know whether any members of the trio were still alive. But he had seen enough evidence to make him wonder.
‘That evidence included credible reports that the Anglins’ mother, for several years, received flowers delivered without a card, and that the brothers attended her 1973 funeraldisguised in women’s clothes despite a heavy FBI presence.’
Now, if you’ve been paying attention, Dear Reader, employing your ‘Clicky’ to full potential in navigating this shambles, the pics Cade ‘grabbed’, well, quite simply they blew my socks off…
I brought my own rain…thanks for the offer of some of your own tho.
Not to diminish Roob’s part or anything.
Just trying to…fuck it…I’m shutting up.
Welcome to here…population you…and us…and prolly some others.
Shutting up now.
^ABC – A to Z – 1985^
I’m not going to apologize for the previous whatever turned missive, nor will I apologize for this one. Roob saved yet another with that previous one thanks to her efforts, but I still wasn’t happy with it. I didn’t even wanna send her the damn thing, but I do that a lot with these things, and I’m not just thinking about myself.
But yeah, on that previous one, I was thinking more about myself and what I was thinking about and how it turned out. I even went back and re-read what I wrote after I sent it to her. Did that on the previous one too. I usually don’t do that. It ruins the surprise of seeing what she does/comes up with.
That said, I’m thinking about a comment made to me over at Bolton’s with respect to a comment that I had made regarding proxies and surrendering rights. Most of what I write is prolly not gonna make sense to you.
Especially if you don't read it.
What I write is not supposed to “make sense”, nor do anything else for you. You like it, or you don’t. I’m just telling a story, as it happens/as the story unfolds and is unfolding. What you really want to know is…
Q: Is everything gonna be OK?
A: No. Everything is NOT going to be OK. Unless it is. In which case, whatever or something.
^ROXY & ABC BAND – Castles^
I wonder if anyone would be interested in seeing some rocks of mine? No, they did not originate in my head, but yeah, they kinda did.
I’ve collected these rocks over the last several years, and they are quite interesting and have some historical significance in my life. A guide stone, a milestone, coupla meteorites, a precious gem that is precious only to me/not worth anything monetarily, coupla other various rocks of significance. I wonder if I took some pictures, and then described the significance of each to me, if that would mean anything to you. Never hurts to try I guess.
Maybe I'll find the time and do just that.
There would be an acorn in with this collection of rocks, but I left it, as it seemed more appropriate.
I’m a sentimental fool.
^HAIM cover Shania Twain ‘That Don’t Impress Me Much’ for Like A Version^
It is my understanding that penis enlargement techniques and methods have come a long way.
It’s a growth market,
and the demand is huge,
leaving loads of room for expansion.
How big of me to share this ever-growing swath information with you...eh?
^SCARIEST TORNADO EVER !!!^
Did you watch that video above?
Oh, and hello. I hope all is well with you.
Today is Tuesday August 22 of 2017, and yesterday we finally got the first of two pesky eclipses out of the way. It was definitely cool to watch and participate in, although I originally had no plans to do so.
Whatshername was out getting new tires and said she saw nothing from the waiting room at the tire place. My oldest son slept through it. My daughter was at work. My youngest was kinda disinterested/unimpressed, and spent most of the time during the event playing a game on his new cellphone. I’m not allowed to plan, plot and scheme anymore and I have no voice or say so since I am not gainfully employed, so I guess it kinda hurts to be completely disassociated from everyone and everything save for being a nuisance and annoyance that is occasionally handy for certain tasks.
But…I’ll keep at it because I appear to be good at it…or something.
^Tinlicker – Jalapeño^
It’s currently 12:38, and I’ve decided to give one more go to trying to find a little USB cassette player that I bought several years ago, that is buried in a box of doom somewhere in the closet of despair. But I’m gonna write a little more before doing that, so let’s get back to Job.
Q: All that stuff, and all those people that Job lost? Where did they go? What happened to them? What’s their story? What were their dreams and goals and ambitions? What effect(s) did all of these events have on them? What effect(s) did this have on their friends and acquaintances, and how did this affect their lives? What happened to all the animals, and is anyone thinking of them? What’s PETA’s position on the story of Job? Why do we have no answers to these many valid and pertinent questions?
A:A:A:A:A:A:A:A:A:A:A: (I have no idea how many questions I just, asked)
^Mr. Oizo – Ham^
And what about these two entities? Yeah…Yahweh and Lucifer/God and Satan or whatever…what about them? Have we reduced them to “do or do not” and that’s all they are good for? They own it all and/or run it all, therefore, that’s all they do?
I dunno, but that seems pretty unfair. This place seems like a constant care/constant maintenance kinda place, and we don’t seem to be doing such a bang-up job ourselves…or at least…that’s what we tell ourselves. So…that leaves us management. If management isn’t responsive, we turn to ownership. If ownership is also unresponsive, we take matters into our own hands. That makes me question a bit, but one specific ironical question comes immediately to mind…
Q: What was the question in the first place?
A: Yeah...the one that caused you to call upon management and/or ownership...what was it?
Seems like you may have gotten your answer.
Q: Now what?
A: ¿?¿
😛
^Garbage – No Horses (Official Video)^
Most people HATE circular logic like that. But I fucking love it. To me anyway, it says that there ARE answers to be had, you may just have not found it yet. You may find it…maybe not. Maybe abandoning the quest is the answer…maybe not. Either way…you are on the hook, and there is no getting off of it. Maybe reevaluate what you have done thus far, and maybe rethink your infrastructure. Maybe it needs to be lightened. Maybe it needs to be strengthened.
Both are the same thing at different times. That helps make the concept of “inflation” and “expansion/contraction” make more sense. It does to me anyway. Especially inflation. I’d like to discuss it further, be have neither the time nor space here to do so. Ironic…eh?
^Suburban Lawns – Flying Saucer Safari^
Gonna try to avoid spoilers, but maybe Winston always knew some things, and didn’t want to acknowledge them, needed someone to talk to about some of these things but had no one, and/or just flat didn’t know what to think about these things. I mean…how well do we really know Winston? How well do we really know Job?
The answer is…we don’t. And chances are that many of us don’t want to know either. Who has the time to spend every waking moment getting to know someone? It’s much easier to just look for something we like and/or don’t like, label them, then take the appropriate action that best suits us from there. People never change, they have no intention of changing, and they never will.
Q: Why is change so important?
A: ?¿?
^A Flock Of Seagulls – I Ran^
So I guess that Freudian thinking relies on inference, and Jungian relies on significance. What about Einsteinian?
Newtonian?
Feynmanian?
Republicanian?
Democratian?
McDonald’sian?
Wal-Martian?
lolz...Wal-Martian...that's funny.
But yeah…I guess when we go to the mental-utensils drawer to choose how best to eat whatever we are gonna shove into our heads…maybe the drawer is as empty as our head. There is no fork. There is no spoon. There ain’t even a goddamnbutter-knife or tea-spoon. I wonder if there are any specialty items like olive-forks, fondue pokers, chopsticks or can opening devices for the can of worms I need to get open.
I GOTTA get this fucking can open!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I wonder if I can do it?
Where's my glasses. I have a lot on my plate.
Weird thought for an unemployed dude.
“I didn’t expect to see you again, so…SPOON!” – Blue Raja
Movie = “Mystery Men”
^Kirsten Dunst – Turning Japanese (HD)^
It doesn’t feel like a Tuesday. It feels like Sunday. No idea why, but yeah…today feels like a Sunday. Then again I was up until 4 am and slept until 11:58, so maybe there’s something there/related to my calenderical dilemma. I just made that word up…”calenderical.” I wonder if already exists…let’s check!!!
^San Cisco cover Daft Punk ‘Get Lucky’ on triple j’s Like A Version^
Calenderical: Did you mean calendrical?
NO!!! I FUCKING DIDN'T GODDAMNIT!!! I MEANT CALENDERICAL!!!
Calenderical has a more “clerical” ring to it. That leaves room for error(s), and points the finger at someone that we can beat on for being a waste of flesh.
Let’s on with something else. Something…blue. Something…that could not POSSIBLY be chalked up to chance. Not in the way and ways that most look at chance anyway.
(not that I know how to look at chance or anything)
^Orkestra Obsolete play Blue Monday using 1930s instruments – BBC Arts^
I’ve stumbled across some “Smoker’s Manifesto” crap here and there lately, and I guess to cut to the chase here, and say that this makes no goddamn sense. How in the FUCK does one “fight tobacco control” with a “smoker’s manifesto”? That’s like fighting fires with water quality regulations.
You know, I’d like to point out something that I really don’t want to have to point out here…my oldest son smokes cigarettes. I don’t consider my son a smoker. He smokes cigarettes on occasion. He plays guitar on occasion, and sometimes even the bass, and SOMETIMES…he even talks. He doesn’t have a cigarette hanging out of his mouth 24/7, and even if he did…so what?
Just my opinion, but shit like this is EXACTLY what diminishes you and your efforts by combining you with, and lumping you in, with everyone else. Prolly exactly along the lines of what the “Anonymous” group is thinking…join the herd, and your face becomes irrelevant.
If my son came to me and told me that he was thinking about signing on to some “smoker’s manifesto”…and asked me what I thought he should do/what I would do, I would tell him to tell them to go fuck themselves. If YOU…as “a smoker”…aren’t thinking about the concerns and needs of “non-smokers” 24/7/365, you are prolly an inconsiderate asshole and need to re-evaluate some of your priorities.
lolz..."you" need to re-evaluate "your" priorities.
^Fatboy Slim – Push The Tempo^
So yeah…is it clear yet why self-deprecation and self-loathing is/are so important to me?
The dent banged itself in, gonna take some banging to get that dent out.
Take that ability away from me…and I am no longer me…because it works for me.
What in the FUCK does that have to do with you?
I don’t wanna float around above the ground in the lotus-position and point fingers at everyone else and tell them what they are doing wrong.
I wanna float around above the ground in the lotus-position and point fingers at myself for what I am doing wrong, and be afforded the opportunity to get it right.
^Stereo MC’s – Step It Up^
I dig your pants baby.
You look fucking GREAT in them.
I bet you look great out of them too, but let’s no go there.
Unless you want to.
Whatevz.
I’m easy.
Oh, and I like you too.
If that means anything at all.
Just sayin’.
^KLEENEX – nice^
A manifesto is a hammer.
The signors are the one who will swing it.
I wonder who wrote it?
Yeah…this will prolly get us to thinking about why “the first wave” are ALWAYS 86’ed as soon as the revolution is complete.
Gonna force me to join your revolution? If you are gonna force me to swing that hammer, even if I had a say in it’s construction? Just know, that if you do that, you’re next.
I guess Stalin's "paranoia" is that difficult to understand after all.
^Romeo Void – Never Say Never^
If you aren’t prepared to tear it all down? You are in NO way ready for a revolution of any kind. And yeah, I’m talking about the revolution itself…even if you win…it MUST be destroyed. It’s gonna come down whether you like it or not. You wanna be there to see it’s construction, then you better be prepared to be there during it’s destruction. You may even think about leading the charge.
^Snow – Informer 1992 HQ^
While we’re in that mode of thinking…that gets me to thinking…
Q: Can you provide me a list of former politicians that you actively supported/actively opposed, that you still actively follow?
A: ???
There was a tweet along these lines this week that I saw regarding relevance. There used to be a decorum that retired and/or inactive professional politicians kept their mouths shut after leaving office. But now that lobbiests and lobby groups have gotten so diverse, and since they are fucking LOADED with former politicians/elected officials, it’s almost impossible to do so. But before I get to ragging on “special interest groups” too much…
Q: Aren’t political parties themselves lobbyists and/or special interest groups?
A: !?!¿!?!
I guess I don’t see the need to continue beating, banging and ragging on the Whig Party, The National Socialists Party, The Bolsheviks, etc. as STILLbeing an ineffective and obsolete political groups. I mean hell, they weren’t irrelevant and ineffective to the motherfuckers that lived in those times and believed in those ideas…what the FUCK are we still bitching about this shit for? There are four fucking people that were elected US President from the Whig Party.
If you wanna talk stats and statistics…you are gonna lose every time. You are gonna have to bend, and shape, and mold, and manipulate those statistics six-ways from Sunday for those statistics to say what you want them to say.
Wanna win? Make up some new stats, and do it the old-fashioned way…live it.
^Sneaker Pimps – 6 Underground – Official Video [HD]^
I notice that The Khmer Rouge were back in the news this week.
Still seeking and getting revenge on those who were seeking and getting revenge on those seeking and getting revenge and on and on andon andon anon anon anon…and a yawn.
Argentina has been in the news as well. I even saw Chile mentioned here and there.
I wonder what that's all about?
Gonna have to move on at some point.
Ghosts will always haunt us.
It’s what they do.
^Gary Numan – Cars^
Let’s stop relying on word of mouth and hearsay, and go check the legitimate news…
…a new subscription tool for news publishers in Google News to “boost subscriptions for news publishers.”
Wait…I thought the Free Market was stand or fall, live and let die, kill or be killed? Why in the fuck would you want to prop up a dying entity? It contradicts pruning the vine or thinning the herd. May have some trickle-down effects on those industries that create life-support systems…ALTHOUGH…that could have some unexpected benefits for unmanned space exploration as well as the robotics industry and related industries.
DAMN!!!
That’s quite a thought, eh? You can follow that isolation/deprecation/elimination rabbit hole all kinds of ways.
^Missing Persons – Words^
One way or another, this whole smoker’s business is gonna leave a lot of smoking craters when it’s all over. But it’ll never be over no matter who claims victory, because victory requires no proclamation and cannot be claimed. It’s as thin, whispy, vaporous and fleeting as that last pull on your fag, and there will be nothing but ashes when its all said and done. You wanna claim those too?
There may be some tobacco-laced slobber from us chewers, but that’ll evaporate on it’s own.
Maybe it’s a slow news day or something. Maybe things are on the upswing and getting better. Which reminds me…it’s August…not October. Which also reminds me “shaped like the head of the leader of the free world.”…um…it’s not free at all. I guess I’m about to find out along “more certain” lines of experience, but thus far…nope…not free at all.
^Ministry – Everyday Is Halloween^
K…I ain’t gonna link this next one, simply because the URL is five fucking miles long, but there is a story on Google that the White House has been under lockdown due to a suspicious package.
Q: What packages bound for The Whitehouse are NOT deemed as suspicious?
A: !!!
You prolly have a goddamn platoon of dogs that sniff shit for everything under the sun, x-ray machines, machines that vibrate and intentionally shake packages, God knows how fucking many points and check-points and filters and filtering mechanisms before a package addressed to the White House gets within 20 zipcodes of the proximity of the White House.
As I recall, used to be anyway, packages addressed to the White House and sent via regular mail have ALWAYS been routed first to a military base in Kansas and/or Alaska or some other remote out-of-the-way place. Dunno for sure where, but I do know there was a routing system like that.
I mean…who is it that is paranoid here? What the fuck are you so goddamn paranoid about? There used to be no fence around the White House…what happened? Maybe that fence sends a message. Maybe it keeps sending that message…over and over.
(NOTE: If you wanna click on/read the story, feel free. HOWEVER…please note that you will get a confusing popup about getting updates from this website.)
From an “energy industry” standpoint…kindof a clever headline, eh? I know my first thought was…”how do you save something that doesn’t exist?” I mean really, how do you know what isn’t there? How do you know when there is no more? Do you start off on a journey in some direction that holds the best prospects for finding more? Or do you get clever and enlist the help of three others to set off in directions opposite to yours/theirs?
This energy race is gonna kill as all.
I really don’t believe that, but there are many who espouse just that. The tower will crumble, there’s no doubting that. Just make sure it doesn’t happen on your watch.
😉
^The Clash – Rock the Casbah (Official Video)^
OK…so…this previous news story/link/website…the term “updates” just got real vague and sketchy all of a sudden like, and trends and trending and trendy just became our enemies, even if we didn’t notice it.
If I personally go to website, and the first thing that this website does is make a demand of me? I don’t go back. It’s the same mentality as placarding the storefront of some public business with patron requirements for entry and continued patronage. But then again, since the owner/operator is prolly MILES away from this particular store’s physical location, why would there NOT be a list of requirements plastered on the door(s)?
There’s no interest in the business’s operation save for being a revenue stream…so the face to face has been outlined in some employee handbook, who is left to stumble and bumble and falter as they try to do something the same way that someone else would do it/the way someone else has told them to do it. Not a lot of room for growth there.
I mean…have the owners of Wal-Mart even been to one of their stores? And I’m not talking on opening day either, assuming that they even do that. So yeah…when the etheral becomes manifest? And the manifest becomes manifesto? You are MILES from both solution(s) AND problem(s) in any and all directions.
Sound familiar? Ring any bells?
^Blondie – Rapture^
If cities weren’t already in dust and states of decay, vacuum cleaners and and soap and dusters and cleaning products wouldn’t be needed at all.
Would prolly not have as much/as many troubles with hiring Illegal-Immigrants as housekeepers and nanny’s.
^Siouxsie And The Banshees – Cities In Dust^
There’s some more shit I’m inclined to talk about here, but I’m not gonna. It’s 15:07, and I gotta stop writing and go dig in that closet/see if I can find that cassette player. I have no idea how I’m gonna record the music and put it into a format that can be shared/listened to by others…but I guess I’m about to find out.
^The B-52’s – Private Idaho (1980)^
But before I go…April 8th of 2024, eh? 7-ish years, eh?
I will think a bit more about inflation here. As long as your bullshit remains rooted in and/or fixed with victims and victimization? Yeah…you are gonna require victims opposite.
Q: I wonder who that “victim’s opposite” is?
A: Is "who is holding the hammer?" enough of an answer? Or is when they are holding it also important?
Important and importance take on a whole new dimension and dynamic there.
Hard to put a hot potato down once you’ve picked it up.
Dear Reader, I’ve decided. After a lot of thought, I’m plumping for 1st July 2007 as the date the fourth and final turning of the Millennial Saeculum probably occurred.
Regular visitors to the LoL may know that I’ve mentioned The Fourth Turning before, but if you’ve missed those posts, they can be found by…
*/jumps… Oh hello, Clicky! Don’t sneak up on me like that… Ah, you’ve got the link. Excellent! …pats snout… I’m writing a post for any Not-Sees out there…*
*Thanks! …/inhales… Well, there’s a lot of blathering going on in politics and media right now about nasty Nazis… /exhales… Seems pretty much up for grabs…*
*Exactly! Michael has spoken …/cough… I’d thought I’d see if I can’t help some of them Not-Sees to maybe, I dunno… /taps ash… look past the trees for once…*
Incredible that we are creating a society in which NHS workers could be disciplined or even sacked for smoking. https://t.co/tcfq4wyEY5
*Well, quite! History doesn’t repeat but it does rhyme… /exhales… And if you will religiously and unquestioningly implement and apply a nasty Nazi ideal… Well, just be careful what you wish for, that’s what I say… /puffs away… Anyway, I thought I’d give it another go…*
Dear Reader, the previous fourth turning occurred in the Great Power Saeculum…
The Great Depression & World War II (Fourth Turning, 1929–1946) began suddenly with the Black Tuesday stock-market crash. After a three-year economic free fall,
the Great Depression triggered the New Deal revolution, a vast expansion of government, and hopes for a renewal of national community. After Pearl Harbor,
America planned, mobilized, and produced for war on a scale that made possible the massive D-Day invasion (in 1944). Two years later, the crisis mood eased with America’s surprisingly trouble-free demobilization.
Fanta originated as a result of difficulties importing Coca-Cola syrup into Nazi Germany during World War II due to a trade embargo.To circumvent this, Max Keith, the head of Coca-Cola Deutschland (Coca-Cola GmbH) during the war, decided to create a new product for the German market, using only ingredients available in Germany at the time, including whey and apple pomace—the “leftovers of leftovers”, as Keith later recalled. The name was the result of a brief brainstorming session, which started with Keith’s exhorting his team to “use their imagination” (Fantasie in German), to which one of his salesmen, Joe Knipp, immediately retorted “Fanta!”
It seems to me, Dear Reader, that Tobacco Control is the ultimate propaganda leftover of stale leftovers from the original Nasty Nazis… Can you knot-see?
*Clicky, you read my mind… /flicks lighter… You know… /chases tip… I read last night that quite a lot of Not-sees on the Left…
I haven’t done didn’t do much today yesterday, Dear Reader. Dug a rabbit hole on Mars in the ‘so below’ of Red Frank’s latest over at MEROVEE…
*That thread got long and pointlessly pointy, Clicky… Fun afternoon though…*
*Heh… ‘cos play’s the thing, Clicky…*
… Listened to some TED Talks…
*I guess it does look a bit bearish, Clicky…*
…And a new missive from Cade has just arrived, so I’m off to read and format that… I may be sum time…
*******
I have decided to write a bit this morning….I hope you don’t mind.
I have decided to be extra-mindful of my writing/textual expressiveness…I hope you don’t mind.
I hope you don't mind...I hope you don't mind.
^Lead Into Gold – A Giant On Earth^
HOLY SHIT!!! A QUESTION VIA “THE WHATEVER HOWEVER HOTLINE”!!!
TWO…EVEN!!!
Q1: Cade, do you mind?
A1: …not really.
Q2: Cade, what set you off to writing this morning?
A2: One word…but I’m not gonna tell you what that word is just yet.
Welp…reading…I guess is what really “set me off”…if you wanna get technical. But since we, as humans, tend to have this capacity and/or need for redux, is it really any wonder that one single word, nested within several thousand words can set us off? Rev our motors? Send us packing? Dizzy our head(s)?
Don’t think so?
Let’s experiment…gender-neutral.
I guess that could be considered dirty pool since:
A) it’s two words denoting a single concept, and
B) it’s very current, new-ish, news-ish, popular, trendy.
So let’s change it up a bit…lartuen-redneg.
How’s that? Better?
^Ministry – Stigmata (Psychopomps Remix)^
NO…. FUCKING…. WAY!!!
Yet another question via The Whatever However Hotline!!!
Q: Cade, what exactly is…The Whatever However Hotline?
A: Welp…let’s be straightforward here…TWHH is communications via alternate means. Think of it like a Déjà Vu that is packaged differently, and this differently packaged package has different atomic spin. It travels along the same pathway(s) as a deja-vu, but has it’s own ringtone…if you will. Let’s call it…A Déjà-Boo…or Déjà Bʊ, for continuity.
^Simian Mobile Disco – I Believe (SMD Space Dub) HQ^
So … this one word … that grabbed me … shook me … made my head spin … made my eyes roll … made my fingers start dancing around on this keyboard in some white-boy boogie type of crazy-legged dance?
Ready?
Here it is->Progressives.
That should narrow its source down…
…considering that I don’t read very many websites/blogs, and that short list of mine has gotten even shorter as of late. If you wanna track down the source, knock yerself out. I’m gonna Google, Bing, Yahoo and Dogpile real quick while you do whatever it is that you personally decide to do…
I’m gonna stop right there…because Yahoo gave me some results that aren’t some goddamn insurance agency own website(s) and every fucking social media portal that they have invaded.
I mean…no…I really didn’t want to go there on this fine Saturday morning…but yeah…I really wanted to go there on this fine Saturday morning.
Speaking of which…it’s currently 08:56AM…and there are several helicopters flying low overhead for some reason. Good thing I didn’t want to sleep-in this morning, eh? Lemme go outside and see whazzup…
Went outside…siren going off in the direction towards the end of my street…I can only assume that another high-speed cop chase ended at the end of the street on which I currently reside. What a world.
😐
^P.diddy ft christina – Tell me (switch remix)^
For the sake of liberty and freedom, I used my freedom and took the liberty of taking the sub-categories and reclassifying them into one big supergroup of subgroups of “political ideologies”…since “political ideologies” is too … restrictive … too limiting … too…erm…political.
I spent almost two minutes of my time taking that screenshot and editing it in MS Paint, and it prolly took like another 30 seconds or so to host it on my own blog. God only knows how long it has taken me to think and write about it here…we could be close to double-digits in minutes-spent.
Oh the humanity.
I’d like to think that it took only a second or two for me to arrive at the conclusion that all political groups are idiots. But I’m gonna be 50 years old in a little over 3 months. So I guess it would be kinda foolish for me to try and explain every single life experience over that amount of time that has made me a hater of almost any and all politically motivated groups of any and all kinds/unkinds.
Once the individual abandons their individuality for the sake of a herd, that individual ceases to exist within the context and confines of that heard. Prolly why concepts like Solidarność are so fleeting. They are energy and energies manifested in a tide that is pitted against a wall or some other fixed barrier. If you aren’t prepared to bail on this movement every step of the way…this movement will fail.
I mean…it’s gonna fail at some point, whether that be pre or post any success and/or successes. But that’s kinda why I feel that Big Ben in London should be disassembled and reassembled instead of propped up. I prolly feel differently about The Leaning Tower of Pisa, but that’s a different animal entirely…ain’t it?
^Simian Mobile Disco – 10000 Horses Can’t Be Wrong^
All it takes...is a lot of static...and a little motion...and everything changes.
^Chopin – Funeral March (Scrolling)^
After all this time, I finally broke down and looked up one of the creators of some of the images I use…Bees And Bombs.
It seems that he is a PhD of some kind, so I now hate his guts and will no longer use his images in any of my posts and/or writings of ANY kind. All this time, and I had no idea that this elitist fuck was…was…was…AN ELITIST FUCK!!!
FUCK!!!
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK!!!
I’ve been bamboozleswaggled by the system and it’s systems via one of it’s initiates.
I digress.
/me mumbles something about sex and/or lack-thereof.
^Melanie Martinez – Mad Hatter^
Does it piss you off?
Yeah…that grouping that I did above…does it piss you off?
Think I am somehow including myself out, or on the outside looking in?
Welp…you would be quasi-correct. The only problem is, that these groups include me in to include me out…so…yeah…I find myself wherever it is that I find myself. And being that I am, who I am, and I am where I am, the only reason that someone would suddenly want to include me…welp…I would have to seriously question their motives in doing so. I’m not some bottle of wine. Maybe a bottle of whine, but I digress.
Yeah…I cannot see any group including me even tho there are many that I personally identify with. But what really gives me the shakes? What causes me dismay and makes me nervous? Finding myself within a separatist group that I identify with wholly. Contextually, that nesting has to go way up, way down, and hit all points inbetween.
But I’ve never felt comfortable in my own skin…so…whatever. I just don’t consider these facts as ringing endorsements for human groups and grouping. Prolly why “The Tower of Babel” makes so much sense from a practicality standpoint. I mean yeah…Babel makes no sense…but that’s kinda the point. Does that make sense?
^”deadmau5 – For Lack of a Better Name” Album Review^
I dunno. The “blood out” types of revolution seem to have failed so many, somiserably, I simply cannot see how this continued thinking can serve. Maybe self-serve, but that’s the problem with spilling blood, eh?
Not that I think some “blood in” revolution is going to fix anything either. Certainly not some organized one. It negates the very individual and individuals it is meant to serve. I personally believe that there is a God…gods…even. But I ain’t in any hurry to meet any of these motherfuckers. There HAS to be a better way. I think I’ve found that way…but I ain’t saying what it is.
^Deadmau5 – Lack of a Better Name (1080p) || HD^
I’m hungry. Anyone else hungry? Whatshername has a wedding today, so she’s gone all day. Her and her cousin have been planning/working on this wedding for several months I guess, and they’ve been doing something all week long…the wedding is today. I have no idea when, I just know that I was not invited…so…meh…no free food and/or free booze.
😦
Her cousin has 10 kids, and I think that this particular one that is getting married today is like the 4th or 5th in age. He’s a cool kid tho, kinda weird amongst the weirdos, cause all of them are weird, but yeah…this one is kinda extra-weird.
That kinda gets me to thinking about marriage tho. I personally have no regrets. None that I can cast off the entirety of the concept of marriage itself, and certainly not even my own marriage which ended in divorce. Weird how that works, eh? I wish them well.
/shrug
^Goldfrapp – Little Bird [Animal Collective Remix]^
G: Bamboozleswaggled, eh?
Cade: lolz…yeah. You like that one?
G: Not really. Upon hearing that word…I was forced to drop by and make sure there was no bamboozleswagglin’ actually goin’ on down here.
Cade: And?
0:
G: OH! SO! There is no bamboozleswagglin’ goin’ on down here?
Cade: Oh shit.
Z: Oh shit is right.
A: Agree.
X: Yer mine now tough guy.
Cade: Wait wait wait…wait a moment here. You had me from the onset as the protagonist and/or instagator…so…what’s this all about?
X: Woah thar Mistar Big-Britches…let’s not get the cart before the trailer-hitch.
Cade: Isn’t that where the horse goes?
X: What if there is more than one horse?
Cade: Isn’t that where the horses go?
T: An English lesson…go got served one.
Cade: Fat lotta good that will do.
X: Turn that Chopin Funeral March tune off…we need a different one for below.
Cade: K.
X: …
^Ravel – Bolero (Scrolling Score)^
Let’s see what Google News has to say about things.
Trump. Trump did this. Trump did this? Is it any wonder that virtually anyone and everyone is looked upon as some kind of dictator and/or tyrant when written about within “The Media”?
There are no “new levels”…just…levels and leveling.
You’re unique tho…so…don’t let the lack of new infrastructure bother you too much.
😉
^koyaanisqatsi – Vessels^
I wonder sometimes what goes through RooBeeDoo/Roob’s mind when I send her these things. What she thinks about when she edits them. Why she chooses what she chooses with respect to any formatting. Why she adds whatever she adds in her “top and tail” portions of these things. But in truth, I don’t think about it much…or at least, I try not to. I also don’t want to know. We are two people separated by miles and miles, oceans of both land and sea, a shitload of borders and bridges, and a timezone or six also divides us.
So…if government/a government owns everything, and private business/businesses own everything else…what does that leave?
Not much.
You can’t even go into a National Park or State Park and setup a tent and camp anymore. You gotta do this in certain areas, and that in other areas, and the other stuff in approved areas on approved days and dates…I don’t think I like that very much. I would imagine that any state-owned properties not only belongs to the citizenry, but that the citizenry can go there any time they damn well please.
When you speed up the life process, you speed up the death process AND slow it down…and when you slow down the life process, you slow down the death process AND speed it up. That’ll bring us to conception. Yeah…life is…erm…you know what…fuck this….no way in hell I’m gonna tangle with this.
I’m thinking that New Orleans might be a good choice. That’s where I’m currently leaning anyway. Maybe I could get me a job on a barge or a ferry or a fishing boat of some kind. I wonder if I started in/around New Orleans, then worked my way east, if I would make it all the way to Florida before finding a job. I mean, assuming there is a job to be found.
I was just contemplating how much shoreline I would have to cover before someone might hire me, and if not, what in the fuck I would do once getting to Florida? Welp…if I continued around the horn of Florida, I’d eventually wind up headed back towards the Carolinas. That would put me on a path to New York City, which is where I always wanted to go anyway.
😐
^Tears For Fears – My Girls (Animal Collective Cover)^
*/rubs eyes… Morning, Clicky… /blinks… Oh fuck, sunday! What happened to the rest of yesterday? …/looks up… Work tomorrow… /yawns… Song? …/rolls over…*
black (adj.)Old English blæc “absolutely dark, absorbing all light, the color of soot or coal,” from Proto-Germanic *blakaz “burned” (source also of Old Norse blakkr“dark,” Old High German blah “black,” Swedish bläck “ink,” Dutch blaken “to burn”), from PIE *bhleg- “to burn, gleam, shine, flash” (source also of Greek phlegein “to burn, scorch,” Latin flagrare “to blaze, glow, burn”), from root *bhel- (1) “to shine, flash, burn.”
white (adj.)Old English hwit “bright, radiant; clear, fair,” also as a noun (see separate entry), from Proto-Germanic *hwitaz (source also of Old Saxon and Old Frisian hwit, Old Norse hvitr, Dutch wit, Old High German hwiz, German weiß, Gothic hveits), from PIE *kweid-o-, suffixed form of root *kweit- “white; to shine” (source also of Sanskrit svetah “white;” Old Church Slavonic sviteti “to shine,” svetu “light;” Lithuanian šviesti “to shine,” svaityti “to brighten”).
The gameReversi was invented in 1883 by either of two Englishmen (each claiming the other a fraud), Lewis Waterman or John W. Mollett (or perhaps earlier by someone else entirely), and gained considerable popularity in England at the end of the nineteenth century. The game’s first reliable mention is in the August twenty-first 1886 edition of The Saturday Review. Later mention includes an 1895 article in The New York Times: “Reversi is something like Go Bang, and is played with 64 pieces.”
In 1893, the German games publisher Ravensburger started producing the game as one of its first titles. Two 18th-century continental European books dealing with a game that may or may not be Reversi are mentioned on page fourteen of the Spring 1989 Othello Quarterly, and there has been speculation, so far without documentation, that the game has older origins.
Let’s go back a bit… to Friday and a DM conversation with Cade about Washington DC…
*I was thinking of his “how many apples” example…”
*Orange (c/o Stephen King via Dick Halloran) is the smell of Shining, Clicky…*
*Clicky, Orange wasn’t used as a colour name until the 1540s…/looks smug…*
*/squints… The end of the world as we know it?*
*You wanna go? Oh okay… /rolls eyes… I suppose it is getting late…*
Dear Reader, this post is far too long without even being close to being finished. I haven’t touched on Leggy’s one finger apple trick, demonstrated in Frank’s Smoky Drinky bar on Saturday night…
Earlier this week a 5 year old girl made the news after her father told of how she’d fallen foul of local government enforcers in Tower Hamlets…
A five-year-old girl was left in tears after being fined £150 for running a stall selling cups of homemade lemonade to passersby.
The schoolgirl was accused of trading without a licence by a council enforcement officer last Saturday, her father, Andre Spicer, said. The officer issued a fixed penalty notice demanding the sum – or £90 if the family agreed to pay promptly.
“She was very upset and had to watch Brave a few times to calm down,” he said.
After public outcry, the council rescinded the fine…
A Tower Hamlets council spokesperson said: “We are very sorry that this has happened. We expect our enforcement officers to show common sense, and to use their powers sensibly. This clearly did not happen.
“The fine will be cancelled immediately and we have contacted Prof Spicer and his daughter to apologise.”
Translation: "We give excessive powers to inadequate busybodies and then act surprised when they use them." https://t.co/SGlebAZvlx
Of course, the former White House Press Secretary was fatally wounded early in his tenure, from a savage blow landed by a fat bottom girl…
grocer (n.)early 15c. (mid-13c. as a surname), “wholesale dealer, one who buys and sells in gross,” corrupted spelling of Anglo-French grosser, Old French grossier, from Medieval Latin grossarius “wholesaler,” literally “dealer in quantity” (source also of Spanish grosero, Italian grosseiro), from Late Latin grossus“coarse (of food), great, gross” (see gross (adj.)). Sense of “a merchant selling individual items of food” is 16c.; in Middle English this was a spicer.
As for spice…
spice (n.) c. 1200, “something added to food or drink to enhance the flavor, vegetable substance aromatic or pungent to the taste,” also “a spice used as a medication or an alchemical ingredient,” from Old French espice (Modern French épice), from Late Latin species (plural) “spices, goods, wares,” in classical Latin “kind, sort” (see species). From c. 1300 as “an aromatic spice,” also “spices as commodities;” from early 14c. as “a spice-bearing plant.” Figurative sense of “attractive or enjoyable variation” is from 13c.; that of “slight touch or trace of something” is recorded from 1530s. Meaning “specimen, sample” is from 1790. Early druggists recognized four “types” of spices: saffron, clove, cinnamon, nutmeg.
Seems like it should be 5, so to end this post, Dear Reader, a treat sent to me this week by my favourite Ginger… Have a Song 😉
But Dublin Airport have revealed the truth about the animal – it actually has an overgrown tooth.
They said: “Sorry to spoil all the online jokes, but don’t think that hare has a cigarette in its mouth. It’s more likely an overgrown tooth.”
… I got a missive this morning from Cade about a missing tooth…
*******
Maybe it's time we discussed my missing tooth...
I had been a professional hockey player for most my career until I retired at the end of it. I was the top scoring goalie of all time, averaging an average of 16 touchdowns per game on average. Our team was on our way to our third consecutive NASCAR Winston Cup Championship, and if we could win this final game, we’d achieve it. However, we were playing our old nemisiseses on their own turf, which was actually ice and not turf, but whatever.
Their lead-defenseman was somehow this old goalie’s personal nemesis, but only because I played more offense than defense, and it pissed this guy off no end that a goalie was scoring all the goals and setting all the records. As a matter of fact, the only scoring record that I didn’t hold was scoring on myself, which they don’t have a record for. Interesting footnote here…the league considered creating such a category to make things a little more fair for anyone playing us, but never did.
The day finally arrived. It was raining heavily just prior to the game start, and there was concern as to how it would affect our performance as a team. There was even discussion amongst the league officials as to whether the game should even be played at all or postponed until the weather cleared. But once we got indoors and inside the arena, those fears faded. The game…was on.
The game had been going on since the starter shot a hole in the green flag with a flare gun. Tt was a massacre. We had scored so many touchdowns in the first 3 first-halves of play, that the officials stopped keeping score. This angered our nemisiseses, who had not scored a point all night because they felt like they were being taunted by the “999” on the three-numbered scoreboard. But that’s as high as it went…so contact the manufacturer’s customer service in the off-season.
There were only 7 more quarters or so left to play and we were winning. As they were no longer keeping score I just hovered by the beer cart near the net at my end. My nemesis couldn’t get at me at this end. Besides I was getting pretty fucking drunk by that point anyway, and the last thing we need in a hockey game is a rugby scrum. Little did I know that’s exactly what we were about to get.
I had been averaging over 17 minutes of play-time per quarter during the game, which is weird because there are only 15 minutes in a quarter. Now that the game was all but wrapped up, I was averaging 18 beers per quarter, which is pretty cheap.
Anyway…their main forward spun out in turn two, hit the retaining wall at full-speed, but was able to hit the eject button in time and was now dangling from his parachute in the rafters. This meant he was out for the remainder of the game when they could safely drag the ladders out onto the ice to retrieve him.
As a result, their team called for “the double-substitution”. This allowed them to switch a defenseman to offense (if they are doing so badly that this is really the only option they have left), but since they called the double-sub, this meant that the player’s stick has suddenly become defective and/or unusable. If there is no suitable replacement equipment available, he can use whatever is handy to replace it with.
Had I known that there was a rugby tournament in the arena the night before, what happened next probably wouldn’t have been so confusing to me. One of the rugby players had apparently left some of equipment from the night before in our nemisiseses’ pit stalls, and so…he came at me with a cricket bat.
I mean…the guy didn’t even have the puck. He just came at me, full speed, with that big ass bat’s business end pointed right at me. I was already so drunk that I assumed it was some sort of trick play. Plus, I had almost half a beer left, so it took me a moment to decide whether to set the cup down and finish it later, or if I had time to slam it back and throw the cup at him before he got to me.
I opted for the latter, and don’t remember much after that. I hear there’s a video of it on YouTube tho. I dunno. I haven’t re-watched it in a long time.
Anyway, I lost a tooth in the process.
(Story inspired by someone tweeting something about Hockey on Twitter)
Anyhoo… Cade has kindly furnished the LoL with a spiffing, mid-week missive that I simply must share with you… So the question is…
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Sup.
I was just outside stretching my legs and checking out the weather, when I saw the goddamndest of things…a motherfucking BUMBLEBEE!!! I’ve not seen a Bumblebee in forever. I’ve been stung by a Bumblebee…twice even. But those didn’t sting as bad as this sting. Where have they been? Where have they been hiding?
As I was watching this Bumblebee fly from flower to flower in it’s odd “more straight-lines” type of flying…I noticed a what I thought was a Mud-Dauber, or as we call them here…Dirt-Daubers, but it was too large. Three other odd looking wasps were also buzzing around, but they were much smaller, and looked like those kinda fly/wasp hybrids that science has argued about as to whether they are flies or wasps. Anyway…this fucking Bumblebee was huge.
^The Trashmen – Surfin Bird – Bird is the Word 1963 (RE-MASTERED) (ALT End Video) (OFFICIAL VIDEO)^
On a related note…yesterday, whatshername and my daughter were driving home from the library, and she said she had to pull the car over because a huge fucking hornet or wasp flew into the car as they were driving. She said that she pulled off the road, and both of them rapidly evacuated the car. I’m assuming that they needed to evaluate/re-evaluate priorities objectively…the first order of business being surviving long enough to stop the car, and re-negotiate the temporary transfer of ownership from this winged interloper.
Whatshername said that once they got out, she remembered that she had left the electric air-mattress pump in the car from their last camping trip, so she plugged it in and flushed the intruder out from under the seat where it was hiding with hurricane force winds. She said that it was HUGE, and sounded confused as to what it actually was due to its size…so I’m wondering if it was not a wasp nor hornet…but rather…a Cicada Killer.
I guess when insects begin to wonder where all of the wood/woods went? Humans might stop and wonder…
Q: Where did all the animals go?
A: ???
Pro Tip: Check the side of the road.
^Who Put The Bomp – Barry Mann^
I guess I could start to quote “Roadkill Statistics” here…but I’m not going to. And not to make some vague connection between Lyme Disease and Deer, but you prolly pretty much know whether or not you live in a state that has deer. If you do live in a state that has deer, you can pretty much bet that there are prolly around 100,000 reported cases of deer roadkill in your state each and every year. If only half of the states in the USA has deer, that’s 2,500,000 reported cases each year.
These are very rough estimates of my own, based on past research where the numbers for states like Texas, Virginia, West Virginia and New York were between 70,000 to 100,000 per year. When I lived in West Virginia, there was a saying that most residents said to newcomers…
“Have you hit a deer with your car yet? No? You will.”
^Emiliana Torrini – White Rabbit (Jefferson Airplane cover)^
I took a shower last night for the first time in over two months. Yep…there is a reason/reasoning and purpose in my not showering/bathing, and it’s not simply a matter of…
“seeing how bad I can smell.”
Yeah, I used to wear deodorant/antiperspirant, and shave with shaving cream and use aftershave, and use anti-dandruff shampoo, and all kinds of different soaps and stuff…but I stopped. My skin had gotten to the point to where it was not only extremely painful to live in because it was so goddamn dry…but it was like my skin was literally squeezing me to death.
The shower last night was extremely painful. A lot of burning, and wads and clumps of “dead-skin” and dirt and God knows what else coming off. Laying down in bed afterwards was a fucking nightmare minus the fucking part(s). Lotta pulling and tugging and cracking and bleeding. Lotta pain. I’m trying NOT to think of some of my childhood experience(s) with burning…because I am sick and fucking tired of both trying to remember some of the details, as well as trying to forget some of the other details…all so that I can think about neither.
That may not make much sense to some if not most who read this…but the only reason that I am trying to remember some of this shit is because of the potential benefits for someone else. Someone else who might have the unfortunate circumstance of an event or events, that result in some major pain and pains that are unknown to many, and how these people can possibly fathom living “a normal/normal-ish life” while in so much pain. Not that my efforts make me some superhero or anything…but I’ve done it. Lots of screaming and yelling and begging and pleading and confusion and all sorts of nutty craziness. Hopefully, I can help someone…or at least, help inspire someone to help themselves.
^Feist – Sea Lion Woman^
I’m not suggesting that everyone needs to suddenly decide to visit their local burn unit. But yeah…if you feel compelled to do so? Yeah…maybe you should do just that.
^Sea Lion Sea Line Women of the Pacific Rim | ELDER MOUNTAIN^
So…if someone were to get some reallyREALLY nasty burns on themselves, and were to get a really REALLY nasty case of Shingles on top of those burns/scars/scarring…
Q: What would “Nature’s Purpose” be for compounding such a tragedy with another tragedy and/or more tragic events?
A: …
I’m gonna go ahead and take a guess here, that maybe, just maybe…nature isn’t sure how to deal with a traumatic event, as it relates to an individual. Meaning: Nature prolly knows burns and burning VERY fucking well. What nature DIDN’T know…was that you as an individual would at some point be burned very badly, nor when, but nature DID and DOES know you, and what you have been through up to the point when you got burned.
Burns + Shingles = Fighting Fire With Fire?
There’s more to consider than just “physical pain” or even “emotional pain/emotional trauma” here. And maybe this is how we can join these two together, in order to see that they are already joined, always have been joined, and our part and parts as humans is what has divided them for the purpose and purposes of serving one or the other, and not necessarily both.
^The Ventures – Wipeout live in Japan 1966^
It’s cloudy and cool today. A little muggy/humid, but the low hanging clouds and cool breezes make that OK. Its felt like rain a time or two, but those feelings passed quickly. Not much smells better than Texas Rain. But I must admit that I love the smell of a hot Texas summer afternoon. 100+ degrees, moderate humidity, and a strange smell of rain, where the possibility of none exists.
This makes me think of “the mirages” that we get here during the summer. The image of standing water in the distance where there is none when you get there. We are told that this is “an optical illusion.” But I’m betting that the concept of “Metallic Hydrogen” might just help to dispel this conclusion. Not necessarily as myth or even a myth…but more along the line of “temporary states of matter” that do not necessarily require an observer in order to exist, but this perspective and these perspectives help us to understand or better understand the layer and layers of The Ether.
Anyway…yeah…the water and water vapor is there. And don’t tell me it isn’t. If it’s 105 degrees outside, and the humidity level is still somehow at 40%? Yeah…its there.
^PIPELINE – The Chantays^
So…if I were to propose, that every single atom of Methane in the entirety of The Universe, is indeed connected to each other…would that sound completely impossible? Let’s think String Theory here. If all of these atoms are connect via strings of energy…find me the first and the last atom in the chain. We’ll call these…”Stings on Strings.” So…now…
Q: Which is it? The first? Or the last?
A: Yeah…both…all at the same time.
Just because you isolate something, doesn’t mean that it is isolated. It simply means that it has been isolated using the methods and means in which you have employed to isolate…erm…whatever it is that you have isolated. So…let’s “up the difficulty level” here…
Q: What about the particles of this atom that we have isolated? Are you assuming that they are isolated as well?
A: ???
What if you’re wrong. What if, it is indeed possible, that an atom of Methane or Helium that you have isolated, is in fact…only partially here? ESPECIALLY if you have employed methods specifically designed to “break this atom apart” or isolate certain elements of this atom. It’s Proton/Protons…for example. What if, by this action, you have actually started a chain reaction, that has sent part and or parts of this atom to the furthest reaches of The Universe? Sound impossible?
Think: Information Preservation and/or Conservation Principles. That should help.
I mean…if a part or particle is being made to behave in a way that is contrary to its design and “normal” function? Would you really expect any sort of other behavior?
Q: What on this planet, does not “fight” for its own survival?
A: I wonder where this concept originates?
Am I “being too finite” here?
Odd.
I wouldn’t think that ANYTHING would be outside the realm of possibility within this universe.
^The Ventures – Walk — Don’t Run (original) – [STEREO]^
I dunno. Prolly just talking out of my ass.
Talking out of my ass…regarding Methane.
That's funny.
Not really…but yeah…it kinda is.
^The Shadows – Apache (1960)^
“So the last shall be first, and the first last: for many be called, but few chosen.”
Matthew 20:16 (KJV)
^Booker T. & The MG’s – Time Is Tight (1969) HQ^
Soooo….what choo up to today?
Having a good day/evening/morning or whatever?
Great.
Seriously…I think that’s great.
❤
^The Tornados – Telstar (HQ)^
I’d like to thank RooBeeDoo for her continued efforts in putting up with my bullshit, and encouraging me to write/think/write about what I’m thinking about.
🙂
^”1959″ “Sleep Walk”, Santo & Johnny Farina (H.D.)^
lollygag (v.)“dawdle, dally,” 1862, lallygag, American English, perhaps from dialectal lolly “tongue” + gag “deceive, trick.” Related: Lollygagged; lollygagging.
I’ve been dawdling and dallying online this evening, Dear Reader. First up, there’s been a ‘gaggle‘…
Just a few hours after Trump warned during his CPAC speech that “we’re gonna do something about the media”, he did just that after the White House barred a number of news outlets from covering Sean Spicer’s Q&A session on Friday afternoon. Spicer decided to hold an off-camera “gaggle” with reporters inside his West Wing office instead of the traditional on-camera briefing in the James S. Brady Press Briefing Room according to press reports.
Among the outlets not permitted to cover the gaggle were various news organizations that Trump has singled out in the past including CNN, The NYT, The Hill, Politico, BuzzFeed, the Daily Mail, BBC, the Los Angeles Times and the New York Daily News.
The difference between Viel’s procedure and traditional penis-pumps is the efficient increase in girth (circumference), which the doctor believes is more important than length during intercourse.
All it takes...is a lot of static...and a little motion...and everything changes.
Meh.
Library of Libraries 