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How was your bird?
[My Thanksgiving Day post, two days late]
A bad cold was kicking my ass, but I felt the need for sun and exercise late in the afternoon. All around me was that weird holiday stillness and quiet. It felt as if everyone had gone somewhere and I’d missed the boat — a boat I wouldn’t have wanted to board. More here.
Guessing Game
Who said this?
All of a sudden she’s at the top of the media. She’s at the top of the ladder. She’s paid no dues. Not born on third base. Born at home plate after the home run. She has not worked anywhere in journalism. She’s never had a job.
Now, that gets to the other point of this. Let’s go down to Occupy Wall Street or wherever else that there’s an Occupy, or go wherever there is a collection of liberals. What are they mad about? They’re mad about the 1 percent, and what are they mad about about the 1 percent? The 1 percent’s got it all. The 1 percent has everything and they’re not sharing it with anybody, and they didn’t work for it. There aren’t any jobs for anybody else because the 1 percent are making sure they’ve got all the jobs and they’ve got all the money.
So here we come with Mr. Democrat Party, the highest ranking, biggest star, most respected member of the Democrat Party, and with pure nepotism and nothing else his daughter, who is unqualified for this job, gets pushed ahead of everybody that works at NBC and gets this job. This is the quintessential thing the 99 percent are fed up with, that they don’t have a chance, that the game’s rules are rigged, that everything’s stacked against them…
And with apparently just a phone call, all Bill Clinton had to do, pick up the phone and call Steve Capus at NBC or Jeff Immelt or whoever, we don’t know, and say, “Hey, I have this person interested in working for you.” “Who, Mr. President?” “Well, you may have heard, name’s Chelsea.” “Oh, say no more.” Because NBC doesn’t want to consider the alternative of saying “no.”
So here you have a very prominent member of the 1 percent who flaunts that membership of the 1 percent greasing the skids for a child who’s unqualified and inexperienced. What does that say to all these people with all of these thousands of dollars in student loans, desperately trying, they think, to get jobs to pay off their student loans? They think the game is stacked against them. They think that the rules are rigged, that people like them are shut out, don’t have a chance.
The answer is here, and it’s a sad day when this dude seems to get it, and our own party just sticks its head up its ass to avoid dealing with the mess.
Oklahoma
Two earthquakes yesterday in OK, including a 5.6 – their biggest ever. I went looking today for any connection between the quakes and fracking (the official answer? Yes), and came across this woman’s video from May, claiming a dream warning from God about Oklahoma. Not claiming she predicted these earthquakes, just thought I’d share because it was sort of interesting. More things in heaven and earth… , etc.
Music to haunt you on Halloween
There are at least three varieties of scary songs — novelty numbers, done for laughs; songs that have dark lyrics but aren’t all that scary; and songs (“compositions” is a better word) that actually sound scary and give you the creeps. More here.
Gaddafi nailed because he had no nukes
My sources intercepted a final dispatch sent by Moammar Gaddafi to his friend and fellow war criminal Dick Cheney right before the rebels caught up with him:
Dear Dick,
It looks as if the sand fleas will feast on me after all, and I suppose this is a good thing, under the circumstances. My Amazons have deserted me. I’m down to my last pinch of pharmaceutical meth, and sub-Saharan crank does not cut it, any more than this third-rate kif from Timbuktu…
Baby I’m a-mazed
See, I don’t get that whole corn maze thing. It sounds incredibly boring. They used to have them near the Hellmouth, but I was never tempted to go to one. It just never seemed like my idea of a good time.
Pit bulls
Yeah, everyone tells me what nice dogs they are — until they’re not. They do have those locking jaws, you know.
Adios, summer girl. Or is it ‘sun-eyed’ girl?
Beck’s subversive little joke is that he’s not singing “My summer girl” on the chorus. “Sun-eyed,” maybe. It sounds like “summer” because that’s the word his melody has set us up to expect…
Damn
If that had happened to me, I’d have to shoot anyone who took one of my Fudgesicles. Just sayin’!
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