Remember how the Yippies used to joke about dumping LSD into big cities' water supplies? Maybe they weren't kidding. Sometimes it takes a while to come on.
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Remember how the Yippies used to joke about dumping LSD into big cities' water supplies? Maybe they weren't kidding. Sometimes it takes a while to come on.
Our 18-year-old cat, Miss Mia Sopaipilla, rests in her patented BedCave™ after having a cyst removed from just above her right eye.
Miss Mia Sopaipilla is resting comfortably after having a cyst removed from just above her right eye. I have it on good authority that she's dreaming about using Beelzebozo's new Tesla as a combination scratching post/litter box.
If a Forest Service falls in the wilderness you're definitely gonna hear it. There won't be anyplace to drive your Sprinter to, except the mall. Which will probably be closed, too.
Hey, when did Ralph Spoilsport Motors open a White House dealership? They really do it in the road at their West Gomorrah location.
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Basically a herd of John Wayne Gacys with better clown suits.
"Hi, and welcome to 'Democrats on Defense.' Today we're going to show you how to build a barricade using a tub of tapioca. Tomorrow: How to use a banana as a bayonet."
Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortex condemned ICE’s detainment of Mahmoud Khalil, calling it a “tyrannical” move.
“If the federal government can disappear a legal US permanent resident without reason or warrant, then they can disappear US citizens too."
My cat Miss Mia Sopaipilla and my Rivendell Sam Hillborne bicycle.
Awwwwww. Here's our cat, Miss Mia Sopaipilla, who wants to know am I gonna ride this bike and get out of her face or what.
They have a high standard of standardness. Or not.
Sad news. Kevin Drum, one of the good guys, has gone west. He was a blogger I turned to regularly for his take on the day's news, which he kept providing until just a few days before he passed. Peace to Kevin, his wife, Marian, and their cats, Hilbert and Charlie.
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And the Firesigns have a presence here, too:
bsky.app/profile/fire...
The Firesign Theatre could be considered our Monty Python. Smart guys, absurd humor. Never got the same sort of traction, though; better at audio than video.
I started listening to them in high school and saw them live once in Denver.
You can wander through their history here: firesigntheatre.com
The good news about "springing forward" tomorrow is that we're spared an hour of facetime with the shit monsoon from DeeCee.
I think I was channeling the Firesign Theatre's readings from "The T.B. Guide" on the album "Dear Friends" when I wrote that. They were always funny and often true.
Wile E. Coyote on the railroad tracks, holding a sign that reads "Stop in the name of humanity."
On the next episode of "Che!", Fidel (W.E. Coyote) explains to Che (Frankie Quinones) that the key to overthrowing the Batista regime is wearing pink fatigues, standing on the railroad tracks, and holding signs with the revolutionary slogan "Stop in the Name of Humanity."
I was so lucky to have that small, deeply disturbed gaggle of editors and readers who kept saying, "Yes, please, more of that barely printable lunacy completely unrelated to our core mission; here, take this money."
The onliest thing I ever could pitch was a fit.
The problem with Democratic Party is that no one takes them seriously because they don’t take themselves seriously.
You can’t simultaneously argue Trump is a fascist intent on destroying democracy but your major response is to wear a pink suit to a speech, and expect to be taken seriously.
There isn't a bag of dicks big enough for this guy to eat.
I was thinking maybe a butter gun but it's getting warm out and it might get a tad droopy.
Do we bring butter or guns? I'm guessing we can't afford both.
Install a window in your fridge?
The Tuberville Trolley goes off the rails again. I assume he sits on a sandwich to eat it because he's clearly shitting out of his mouth.
Our backyard maple tree budding out.
Your occasional reminder that not everything sucks: the backyard maple budding out.
Beelzebozo has all the tugging on it and groveling well in hand, thanks. He doesn't need any help there.
Plus, it all smells like Micket D farts.
Hey, it's The Washington Post. Its ownership specializes in "profoundly soulless and offensive." To him it's a feature, not a bug.
"When the going gets tough, you don't want a criminal lawyer. You want a CRIMINAL lawyer." — Jesse Pinkman
What a numbnuts. If Bozos wanted to own some bumwad, all he needed to do was have his chauffeur swing by a Walgreens for a jumbo pack of Charmin'.
I know many of you still have so many unanswered questions and want to talk about your concerns about what’s happening in D.C. That’s why I’m holding a Town Hall in Albuquerque on Thursday! Please join us!