May 11 2013
May 11 2013
One can only imagine the denizens that titular link bait will draw, huh? And all they’re gonna get is a pic of three half-bald admittedly attractive grannies who like to mind-rape powerful men. Opps, did it again didn’t I? This place could be fixin to be interestin …
Peggy Noonan is a camouflage artist. She can look perfectly reasonable, even blend in as relatively non-partisan at times, and then morph into Teahadi activist in a flash. Who’s to say which is the real Noonan? Here she comes riding in on an ideological bender waving this decade’s version of a semen colored dress — hey this is show business, man, right-wing demand for scandal must be satisfied like any other, and page hits equal ratings. It happens to have no such material on it, but that ain’t stoppin her from pitching the usual vague implications. This part is particularly bait worthy:
May 10 2013
May 10 2013
Imagine you’re a staunch NRA member legally pack’n, in the movie house settling in for a newly released super hero movie, and lo and behold, all of the sudden an armed gunman in full Dawg-theBounty-Hunter gear is up in front of you, what might you do? What might the stranger also pack’n one row over do to you or anyone else when you do what you’ve been jonsing to do since you bought that sweet Glock? This could have gone wrong in a lot of ways. As is, since no one was hurt, do we just call it the worst publicity stunt ever conceived? Or just the worst one this decade?
May 10 2013
I understand there are readers here who, by now, think I’m a hyper-partisan neurotic writer wanna-be prima donna asshole. Hi, thanks for reading. Partisan and the other stuff, yeah maybe. Hyper? Probably not. And imo I’m moderately partisan for a good reason; we have a party deeply compromised by big money that fucks over their base from time to time causing everything from short term disgust to permanent nausea, and then there’s a bug fuck crazy party composed of scads of lunatics and — not sure if this is worse or better — sociopathic grifters shamelessly peddling mind numbing, bug fuck crazy destructive nonsense for a shred of profit of any kind. It’s an easy choice at the ballot box.
Maybe that does color my perception. I’m intellectually honest enough to recognize the possibility. Then something like right-wing Benghazi-hysteria rears its ugly head on a regular basis and reminds me that, no, I’m right and they really are shameless destructive sociopaths:
May 09 2013
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Apr 30 2013
The other day I heard what sounded like a bowling dropping on the floor in the apartment above. Then I started smelling burnt wire, it was faint at first, but got worse fast. So I’m running around, smelling my fridge, the computer, anything electrical, can’t find the source. My smoke detectors go off, then I hear smoke detectors going in apartments all around. I run out, knock on one door, no one home, run upstairs, knock on that door, tell the guy something’s on fire, he doesn’t see or smell anything. I go back down to my place and just in the minute or two I was gone there is smoke coming out of my bedroom, I hear a crackling sound. I go in there, and in my bathroom ceiling there is smoke coming out. I found out later the guy’s bathroom above had developed a leak under his floor, the water built up around an internal motor and heater in my bathroom ceiling, and it eventually got high enough that when the motor turned on it shorted.
I shut every breaker in the place down and now the apartment is pitch black. Except for a nice toasty glow I can see through a crack between the metal plate covering the motor and the ceiling plaster. I got a fire extinguisher out of my kitchen, ran in there, cranked down on that plate by hand — it was bolted to the ceiling — and got enough play in it that I could get the nozzle on the fire. And I emptied that fucker into the flames. Which by the way added a thick fog-like white mist to the already smoky interior, but it wasn’t too bad, no damage done except for the motor and some wiring and casing up in there. It stank the place up, god only knows what I inhaled, but it dissipated fast with all the doors and windows open.
But had I not been here, or had I been in a deep sleep, I don’t think it would have stopped by itself.
I know the last few years have just been a bad run of luck. There are plenty of people who have way worse luck, this sure could have been worse. But when you have one bad luck event after another, it’s easy to understand how less skeptical people might start seeing cosmic conspiracies or supernatural intervention. You search, for a cause, for a solution, but there isn’t one, because it’s just bad luck.