Category: US Presidential Election 2016

Missive From ‘Merica: Trailblazing Times (Part 1)

Today we have a new missive from Cade Fon Apollyon for you, Dear Reader…

*Wot?! That was on my Twitterfeed just now, Clicky? …/lights up and smokes… Blimey, spectacular timing…*

… I’ve been getting some ‘Die! NO! Sore‘ syncs this week, Dear Reader…

*/genteelly clears throat… Yeah, Cade and I ended up remote viewing ‘Jurassic Park’ together, but the syncs started before that, Clicky…*

… that started with a ‘Timepool‘ tweet, that wasn’t about ‘Dye Nose Ores‘ at all…

… but I did recall a rather striking magazine cover image that I saw in 2016…

*The germ on our minds in 2020, Clicky? …/raises quizzical eyebrow… They do say the dinosaurs were wiped out by an extraterrestrial impact…*

… I decided against replying to TimePool’s tweet with the Der Spiegel image, when shortly after Cade suggested we remote view the movie ‘War Games’ together, from 1983. To my chagrin, I’d never seen it…

*Dinosaurs! You could of knocked me down with a feather, Clicky. I was not expecting that… /flicks ash…*

*Did he say the T-Rex is the essence of chaos? /smirks…*

*Interesting. I wonder if Stephen King is familiar with Nietzsche… /sigh…*

… It got me pondering, who are today’s ‘Dine Azores’?

* /rolls eyes… Oh good grief… /drags… You can’t even smoke outside anymore? …/snorts smoke… Fancy… /rubs nose…*

*Fuck! This missive header has gotten way out of control, Clicky…*

*Good thinking… /stubs butt… I’ll make it a two parter. Better get a Song…*

Apols! This post is already far too busy, so Cade’s actual missive will appear as a Part 2 post tomorrow. Have a Song whilst you wait 😉

*No, no, the other one, Clicky…*

A C.R.O.N.Y… Mmm…

Dear Reader, following the death of Grandad, yesterday I had the sad duty of posting */knot-eyes* on MEROVEE of the death of U.N.C.L.E  Mr Napoleon Solo… You know, Han :D’s twinnish bro…

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Click for ‘Love Trumps Hate’

*/taps feet and whistles… Ah, butt as I was telling Leggy at the time, Click, I always fancied Illya Kuryakin...*

 

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Click for TV Intro to The Invisible Man

*Wild Swans… /scratches chin… Clicky that’s another weird sync ‘cos I mentioned swans to the Texan Okie Devil, Cade, just today…*

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Click for the The Five Doctors Who Have Ties That Bind

*Yeah, the boys’ blazers are black, so the swan motif on the pocket is, essentially, a black swan, outlined in white thread…*

*Ha! Yeah, ‘cos he sent me that Song overnight and my bedwear was kinda… Soviet…*

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Click for back view

*/Slaps forehead… Again!? FFS, Clicky, watt is it with you and posting embarrassing photos of me? …/folds arms and taps foot sternly… I mean… Why, for Gawd’s sake? …/turns in exasperation…*

*Butt, I’m Roobee… /:O… You’re trying to tuffen me up? …/squints… Oh Doo Foxtrot Oscar!!*

Dear Reader, we interrupt this LoL post for the precise, technical reason that my bleedin’ dolphin assistant needs a clip round the ear.

Please accept the following Song */nods thanks…*

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rawr

Dunn and Dusted…

Sad news today, folks: Grandad has passed on to the great butchers shop in the sky…

*Knot 19, Clicky, he was 92…*

*/lights up and smokes… I ain’t panicking, gno… Well, it had to ‘appen, Clicky... Everybody goes eventually…*

*/nods sagely… That’s true… /sniffs… Ooh, smells like dinner’s nearly ready – fancy a Song, Clicky?*

 

Get You, Duckie!

Fear has a long history, and the idea of control-by-fear has a history that’s only five minutes less than that. Keeping control of a pack of hominids by being the biggest and nastiest was a simple step and an easy one to cope with. Everyone knew who the biggest and nastiest one was and everyone knew to keep on his good side. Nothing devious or sneaky required by Big’n’Nasty, although underlings might engage in sneakiness to get their own way without being battered. Big’n’Nasty ruled by fear.

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Dear Reader, it appears Madam X Secretary approved the meme…

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*I saw that story yesterday, Clicky… Posted… /knot-eyes… of it with Red Frank… Very sad…*

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*/squints… ‘K, Oz…. /scans… More tragedy… Hugo sent me that story on DM this morning, Clicky…*

*Yeah, another popular music star bites the dust in 20H+H… Again… /knot-eyes… on MEROVEE yesterday…*

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*/:O… Yes, I opened the box… Clicky! /stern squint… They’re nearly 20 years old now… /wrestles with beastly assistant… Stop it! Don’t you dare…*

*/Turns purple… Cade’s right – you are a shithead, Clicky!*

*You wouldn’t! I told him that in confidence… /wrestles some more… I don’t care what kind of fucking freaky-work-based friendship you struck up with Leggy under Dume… Stop. It. Now…*

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*/explodes with cold rage… I’m going to fucking kill you!! …/lunges…*

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*/Grabs book… Now swim…*

 

*/Points finger… And don’t even fink about leaving a S…*

We Kenned Trolling Along the Y’ello River…

Yesterday on Twitter was a hoot and a half, trolling virtual signalling celebs…

*Oh, a Song already… Take it away, Clicky…*

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*Covering the Song with an image, Clicky? I’ve told you before… Dear Reader does not get that…*

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*No… Dear Reader, doesn’t get covering news that way, either…*

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*/Sigh… Nor gifs…*

*It’s a bloody good thing those children arriving are actually adults, Clicky, otherwise all kinds of baseless insinuations would be banded about…*

*Exactly!*

*/furrows brow… I wonder why I felt empowered to go trolling yesterday, Clicky…*

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*Oh Sweetie… Have a Song…*

Who’ll be Ten? A Lady?

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*/huff… These wee… key leaks… /puffs… Clicky, have become… a flood…*

Meanwhile, in keeping the tit-for-tat, ahead of Wiki’s ninth release, overnight the ninth’s Trump accuser came forward, when a Clinton donor claimed the billionaire kissed her on the mouth in front of her shocked family at Mother’s Day lunch at Mar-a-Lago club.

 

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*Me? No, I’ve never met him…*

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*/blows out cheeks… knot the mains team… /stretches back… Me? ja… /rolls eyes… There… /wrings out mop… that’ll have to do, Clicky… until tomorrow…*

*Song?*

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Where the seats have no name…

Previously at the LoL
CLICKY: Top Trump! Stop, wait…

*Hey thanks, Clicky! I should have included Thoughtful Man’s favourite movie quote in that post…*

At my signal unlease hell

*No, the other one…*

*’Top Secret’, that’s the one…*

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The 2016 Rio Olympic Games have been underway now for a week and the organisers have been having a bit of a crowd issue…

Where is everybody

A Goo Girl picture search for the last seven days produced…

Rio Olympic seats

… And I wondered where everybody could be…

Trump speech crowds

*Attending political circuses in US, Clicky?*

hillary rally

*Okay, maybe knot…*

smoking trump

*/rolls eyes… Clicky, have a Song*

Top Trump! Stop, wait…

I made my first posting at Sync Miss For Him in quite a while this morning…

Yes, it’s the US Presidential election and Trump’s in Putin pocket, if Hillarity is to believed…

Yikes

*Yeah, she is somewhat scary, Click*

After posting I sat on the old box in the conservatory, whilst Mistress Ploppy went outside for a pee. I looked down and stared at the upside down writing between my legs…

 

 

Shoe Box

CLICKY: Witch way up?

*No, that’s a terrible reconstruction, Clicky. You’d never get a job on Crimewatch… /squints …let me set it out…*

Although I’ve owned the box more than 20 years, it was the first time I’d noticed what is printed on it since… /thinks… well, since I bought it from the Stationery Dept at John Lewis, Oxford Street.

TRUMPERTON’S

AMAZING

TOY

EMPORIUM

MECHANICAL NOVELTIES

MUSICAL CONTRAPTIONS

TIN & CAST TOYS

BOOKS

PORCELAIN DOLLS

MAGICAL APPARATUS

GAMES & PUZZLES

WE LEAD

OTHERS FOLLOW

It reminded me that there was a card game from my youth that all the boys used to play…

Top Trumps was a card game popular with adults and children in the United Kingdom in the 1970s and 1980s, especially amongst boys, for whom it was a popular playground pastime. The topics tended to reflect this, and included military hardware, modes of transport and racing cars. The packs tended to be priced so that children could collect new packs by saving pocket money for a few weeks.

The original Top Trumps were launched in early 1976, with eleven different packs selling at 50p each, published by a company named Dubreq. Dubreq was also known for the Stylophone. Dubreq was taken over by Waddingtons in 1982, and they continued manufacturing packs until the early 1990s. The packs from this period are now collectible.

*/nods… Yes, that’s certainly a musical contraption, Clicky… And a bit of mechanical novelty*

Clinton’s got her cards… /sigh… I’m a sucker for an underdog… /rolls eyes…

Ruthenian (adj.) 1850, of or pertaining to the Ukrainian people (earlier Ruthene, 1540s), from Medieval Latin Rutheni “the Little Russians,” a derivative of Russi (see Russia). For consonant change, compare Medieval Latin Prut(h)eni, from Prussi “Prussians.” Another word in the same sense was Russniak.

Russian dolls

Rubedo
CLICKY: Are you sure?

*Yeah, have a Song*