It finally happened, amidst the hoopla. Enough foreplay.
War is hell enough, without her getting her expectations up.
Going in without condom.
(The time is at hand to officially forego The Peace Presidency, the Start Or Star Of No Wars, the Nobel and now not worthy Peace Prize and the Wall of putrid Peace, not signed onto by a country with more than say, a million people to oppress, or of less than that square miles of land.)
The great big erect penis that is the US — got that reference from a rock critic — has pounded the tiny vagina that is Iran, then is getting slutty with righteous and proper Israel and wanting to rape Iran’s bitchy friends with little titties and bigger desert land, but still promiscuous with their protelyzation despite or because of their pious Islam — the-letter-I-being-used-to-begin-many-words, such as intercourse. (Even though we’re embracing isolationism.) That’s what Washington secretly desires. Taking out a leader by using many of their own U.S. troop bodies. “I’ll (take or trade or transact) seven lives for one …”
Would you forget PizzaGate and UFOs, come the GOP heated hearing queries, thank you Hillary Clinton, and even subdue in your mind Epstein and its files and questions about the files, as fatigue over it sets in — how pray tell will Iran, being pummeled like nothing this side of Ukraine, be free through our might? Wielded by our stealth, and OK you can prompt that reference with the Iranian surprise-attack that even caught members of both parties of Congress off-guard, can we save Iran’s people by being sneaky? Now it’s cited as being right at freedom’s door, if not heaven’s, but forget the idealisms of Kashmir. The issue is if those in soon-to-be bombed-out bondage can dodge the inevitable wayward war drones, and live to see a new day of Eden, as the original is a short jaunt from the area.
— Fuck all this, let’s talk about music. Fresh off their scheduled Friday show with a fairly elaborate stage setting, is the group DSG (OK regionally but not the bigger-known national one) at BGBR (otherwise known as Big Guys) located toward Houlton, to be followed up two weeks later by the band known as DTG (nearly namesake initials), and then one more week afterward by Hellion (does The Priest come across-state from homebase Green Bay, Rob residence, to our town, via instrumental? That Hwy. 29 between the two is the perfect east-west, for a road in your trip — reference to Exciter and Heading Out Down The Highway.)
This is the pairings of pairs, several times over. As Ziggy’s Hudson continues its transformation to Max’s, (now sign out front promoting their bands), there were two phone/internet service vehicles parked in front with just a space between them. Up the block, at the also new tattoo place, one could see in the window two golden lions flanking and facing each other — the kind you sometimes see at the end of driveways of moderate value homes — and they were flanked by a pair of sitting skeletons. Lastly on this theme, two Karjackers karaoke custom cars were spied parked outside of Cougar’s Bar and Grill, this time in adjoining spaces. No word on whether they were operating speakers, one side woofer for each vehicle, outside. —
Would advisor Race (or Steve, take your pick) Bannon — the new Mike Pence as a looker and also with a macho name and quest, and/or still hanging around politically with a podcast — have approved of this? Did he have a thing for Johnny Quest? Or hesitate to ask his young Indian friend out, for racist reasons.
The water-wanting citizens need to know, has Russia now entered into it with Venezuela as far as big, bad boat seizure, and why? Or is it concentrating on moving the Kremlin war room to Iran — you know, for efficiency sake. It’s been said here that the next World War — are we in it? — will be fought over water, and all they have to offer is hot sand …
Trump’s ballroom blitz is now being blitzed with more criticism, setbacks, and it seems construction has gone on forever. So will it still be in progress when the president reaches what, 90,000 years of age and still is in office? Methuselah and layers of his next of kin would be jealous.
But you can legally doobie your Mary Jane, via Trump’s wishes, and will this matter soon be weighty enough that it will merit an executive order, over even more Iran bombings? How is that situation so much different than that of Venezuela, and its harder drugs, in principle. When our bombs go off, after a while, it usually now gets buried by the bombardment of other news flooding TV channels, and is lost in the shuffle. All I hear about right now is the new war with Iran.
This was a telling scene outside of Hudson Physicians. Two deputies were leading a man who was Hispanic, go figure, to a waiting squad, and hey, at least they got him health care, which is not always a guarantee for even white people at a jail. He oddly seemed congenial to them, not looking like a hardened criminal, but he still was wearing just the proverbial orange jumpsuit. This is where I take issue: We are still in winter here in Wisconsin, and the jumpsuit was like a T-shirt, or maybe polo shirt, in short sleeves. And they were walking him all the way to the end of the parking lot. Brrr.
Another guy, seen downtown with brown colored skin, sported another T-shirt, this one extremely noteworthy. It said under his partially open coat, “self defense,” which could mean he’d be thought to be a lot of things: Proactive, scared, cautious or downright psychic. He had just walked through one of the busiest intersections in town, and if targeted by ICE, he could be easy pickings until he gets a few blocks away from here. One has to wonder if he worked at one of the nearby restaurants, in which case if on the job, could be grabbed with even more ease. He still was nice enough to bid me a good night, becoming even more visible and at-risk.
Gumbo bang chili nada gnarly band ditty squash pity. To my hearing, a song like this by Kid Rock and RFK Jr. makes for the rockingest duet together with twang that has such lyrics. Beyond sitting in a hot tub, which will get you named in conjunction with the Epstein files, maybe next to Clinton. But which is the lead tenor, and which singing background? Or how you just babble a bit, when a fed pushes your mouth below into the snowbank. Into bass becomes their shoven place. There was a contingent, who formed a makeshift metal band, and played loudly under an ICE window at a local motel, Living After Midnight, until the police shut-down their rally when it got close to 1 a.m. The cabbie who told me also said have no fear if in his business, as a rental car company has signed on to basically service all the travel for ICE.
Hey, a guy got shot for as much as the musical protests, while trying to force his way with gasoline into Mar-a-Lago. He’d rather burn that down, than the Renee Good Memorial? Give me fuel, give me fire, give me that which I desire. Mr. New Mar-a-Lago Man indeed was trying to accomplish much less dearth than was earlier attempted during the famous Jan. 6 crime incident at the nation’s capital. Hey, the earlier orchestration of madness was a crime against property, as Trump was not there, out jetting, so not an attempted massacre, regardless of the way you view the intent and extent of the envisioned violence against humans.
Why was there not an item — possibly positive about ICE — on the local news about ICE agents saving a drowning baby in a motel pool, a right-winger asks? Is this not what any Tom, Dick or Harry would do? Would it necessarily make the news if it was just done by an ordinary citizen, not a cop, who hopefully has such lifesaving training to boot? It would possibly go largely unnoticed in the news cycle, but there is always that perceived liberal agenda some people throw out there, as basically their only argument.
Hey, the reason they call them all issues, is that they are at issue, not being uniform, and thus raise more issues.
This did make the news, an item that dealt with almost one thousand turtles worth more than one million dollars? Frankly, I find reading about that bit more interesting. But here at state level will be shown roughly the same type of numbers, concerning other situations, such as Minnesota child care fraud. Those in the GOP have set the amount at between $3 million and $19 million, varying by the person and the day and if they can get their stories straight. I say that amount of money is small enough to be considered statistically insignificant chump change, when you figure the state’s overall budget — not spending — alone is almost $40 billion. So this is comparing the M word to the bigger B word, meaning that at my base income rate, admittedly lower because of being on social security, the entirety of the fraud would cost me less than a buck a month. If you make enough that it’s getting to be more like a Benjamin, you are earning too much to be whining.