September, 2016 archive
Droning On 0
How is this not biological warfare?
Football uber Alles (Updated) 0
From Bob Molinaro, sports writer extraordinaire:
Addendum, the Next Morning:
Hostess Screwballs 0
Over at Balloon Juice, Adam Silverman is following the trial of the Bundy Bund, mostly from articles at the Portland Oregonian website.
He’s given them the delicious aptonym, Snack Team Six.
Afterthought:
One suspects that the Bundy Bund will be taken aback to learn that the U. S. Constitution does not say what they have dreamed it says in their fever dreams.
No government’s founding documents (or, in the days before “documents,” traditions) would reserve to citizens a rights of insurrection. The concept is so illogical as to be inconceivable to a well-ordered mind.
Trump’s Cavalcade of Lies 0
Dick Polman calls the roll.
A Deplorable, in His Own Words 0
It would seem that the new term for “white” is “European.”
Jesus.
H/T to Susie Sampson for having the tenacity to confront him.
Flagging Interests 0
Jingo bells, jingo bells, jingo all the way . . . .
And, for our second number, let’s have a resounding rendition of Oh, Comply All Ye Faithful.
Root Causes 0
This is America.
Of course it’s about race. Slavery is America’s original sin and race is the filter that distorts everything else.
Video via Raw Story.
Republican Family Values 0
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, the chutzpah.
It leaves one babbling.
(I guess the bright side is, he stands tall and proud in his hypocrisy.)
Via The Bob and Chez Show Blog.
Send In the Clowns 0
Two creepy clowns have been caught. Of course, they weren’t actually creeping creepy clowns. They were creepy clown callers-in, or whatever the proper term may happen to be.
Moody, pictured above, confessed that he was aware of “all the complaints about clowns and the schools being on lock down.”
And Now for Something Completely Different 0
When Second Son was about eight or 10, we went to Disney World (there was a conference of some sort involved). We ended up spending several hours each night at a comedy club, now closed for several years, modeled after a 19th Century Explorers club like the one in Around the World in 80 Days. The whole bit was good campy fun. One of the performers sang this song and a rip-snorting performance it was too.
What particularly sticks in my mind about that trip was this. Second Son wanted to meet “Dusty Chambers,” the maid. The lady playing Dusty Chambers was kind enough to put her costume back on to come out to chat with him in character.
