It’s The Revolution! Oh No!

Rick Wiles. Again. And Again. The upset this time? The above video.

End Times broadcaster Rick Wiles warned that a recent “Saturday Night Live” skit in which three R&B singers begged Barack Obama to come back and be president again was really deep state propaganda designed to prepare Americans for the coming left-wing revolution.

Wiles and his co-hosts were aghast that SNL would make light of something as serious as “throwing out the Constitution” and “insurrection.”

“They’re prepping the public for the revolution,” Wiles said. “We’re going to topple Donald Trump, we’re going to bring back Barack Obama, we’re going to throw out the Constitution and we’re going to start a new country.”

“It confirms what I said a year ago,” he added. “Barack Obama will run the country as a president in exile. All of this ‘Resist Trump’ garbage is all being directed by Barack Hussein Obama.”

No, Mr. Wiles, this does not confirm anything you said, and it certainly does not confirm your moronic conspiracy theories. It’s a skit which represents a whole hell of a lot of wishful thinking going on, because of the twin disasters of the Tiny Tyrant and the grand ol’ party of sociopaths. People are tired, scared, sinking into poverty, and half dead of embarrassment. And you’re all aghast that people long for the return of a competent and scandal-free administration? That people long for a president who is actually intelligent, thoughtful, and capable of empathy? That people are desperate for a leader who is capable of diplomacy and has better things to do than to spew shit and manufacture vendettas via Twitter?

Pulling off a revolution is not so easy; history would be your friend there. Perhaps you should go and read. It’s always of interest to me, given how much you christian conservatives always have your nose up the ass of the ‘founding father’s’ corpses, that you conveniently manage to forget it was a revolution which founded all you claim to love. There’s a quick lesson there – revolutions happen when people simply cannot tolerate the existing situation anymore, they don’t happen for no reason at all.

The Resistance is not garbage. It’s necessary. And once again, not being directed by Pres. Obama. Seriously, if it was, I want my personally signed memo, dammit!

Via RWW.

Word Wednesday.

Monstrance

Noun.

A vessel in which the consecrated host is exposed for the adoration  of the faithful. Example.

[Origin: Middle English mustraunce, monstrans demonstration, monstrance from Anglo-French mustrance show, sign, from Medieval Latin monstrantia, from Latin monstrare to show, from monstrum.]

(15th Century)

There’s also a monstrance clock: The monstrance clock, or mirror clock, developed during the Renaissance. The monstrance was a cross-shaped gold or silver vessel which played an important part in church ritual and often incorporated sacred figures as part of the design. The clock made use of a rotating ball at the top or in the base to indicate the time of day.

“Two years ago, the clock tower had collapsed, almost completely destroying the choir loft and the vestry at a time when more than hundred people were in the church. An elderly widow, Regina Reichart, was crushed in the rubble, and took three days and three nights of digging to find the buried monstrance.” – The Play of Death, Oliver Pötzsch.

Given that monstrance means to demonstrate or show, I think it would a fine word for those who insist on demonstrating their assholism.

And…

Ghost – Monstrance Clock. If you don’t know:

In the last tour, Papa Emeritus III had a monologue about this song, that was usually said before it: in the end and summing it up, he says it’s a song that” paints a picture of how the female orgasm can be achievied”, as it is deemed as “a craft of the devil”. In the monologue, Papa also talks about sexual encounters and the synchrony and affinity between a two people, reaching orgasm together.

Is It A Potus? A Geotus? No, It’s Batrump!

Sometimes, things one sees on the internet constitute cruel and unusual punishment, and Liz ‘Red Shoes‘ Crokin is spreading one around. Prepare yourselves:

Some call him POTUS, others call him GEOTUS, I call him BATMAN!‬

‪Trump is a real life super hero!

‪No pedo is safe in Gotham anymore!

Photo via Yash Sharma.

:gag: I will never forgive Red Shoes for the image in my head of a massive team of people trying to stuff the Tiny Tyrant into a skin tight batsuit with built-in muscles and stuff.

Via FB.

Pointy!

From Charly, who I think is being much too modest:

This is the first knife I have made with the help of my out-of-scraps built belt sander and my drill powered lathe. Because this was a learning exercise for me, I took a bunch of old worthless stuff – a rusty file, rusty pipe, some old hinges, broken furniture legs and a piece of cow bone dug out of the ground in the garden. I have also deliberately used only the machines to do most of the work, including polishing – I wanted to see what kind of fit and finish I will be able to get this way.

Because it was learning exercise and because the materials were of bad quality (the pipes were a bit too rusty, I sanded through them at a few places) the result is not something too great, but it is sharp, pointy and dangerous. The design is a sort of hybrid between the Fairbarn-Sykes and a medieval rondel dagger and I freehanded most of it, with almost no measurements.

Stats: overall lenght 33,5 cm, blade length 22 cm, work time approx 12 hours (not including curing of the paint)

I am not intending to stab anyone, but it is extremely good letter opener. Click for full size!

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35 Degrees South: Fire & Rain.

From Lofty: The local parks and wildlife dept burnt a small reserve at the end of our road, and I took a few pictures a week later during our three day rainy patch, to see how the colours were progressing. I’ll be keeping an eye out to see how the bush regenerates over the next few months. Bonus birdie in the last picture, a magpie looking for fried grubs I suppose. Click for full size!

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