Got lost in a new set of photos today, with small amounts of Useful Stuff in breaks. That is the wrong way round.
*gives self stern talking to*
Right. Off to be useful.
#sillyScribbles #photography #lichenSubscribe #silly #nonsense #drawing
nonsense
#HillaryClinton: I’ve Debated #Trump & #Biden.
It is a waste of time to try to refute Trump’s arguments like in a #normal #debate. It’s nearly impossible to identify what his arguments even are. He starts w/ #nonsense & then digresses into blather.
#vote #BidenHarris2024
https://www.nytimes.com/2024/06/25/opinion/hillary-clinton-trump-biden-debate.html?unlocked_article_code=1.2U0.xlUu.Brtundb4MZQ_&smid=nytcore-ios-share&referringSource=articleShare&sgrp=c-cb
The reason #Weird works is there's no way to spin that as a power move. "Dangerous" doesn't work, because they want us in danger. "Racist", "Hateful", "Fascist", none if these work, because it's what they want.
But #Weird #Nonsense #Ugly #Bizarre #NotNormal, there's no way to spin that.
You can't imagine #Trump or #JDVance laughing at a normal joke, or rubbing a puppy's belly like an everyday human. It's out of their zone, because they are #Weirdos.
#Trump’s Baseless Claims [#lies] About the Assassination Attempt Are #Dangerous
His growing effort to blame #Biden & #Harris for the shooting isn’t supported by ANY #evidence. But experts say it could stir #violence.
#FactCheck #TrumpLies
#Incitement #extremism #radicalization #PoliticalViolence #DomesticTerrorism
#weird #insane #Nonsense #ConspiracyTheories
#WeAreNotGoingBack
#CommonSense #sanity #RealityBasedPolitics #HarrisWalz2024
https://www.motherjones.com/politics/2024/08/trump-assassination-attempt-blame-biden-harris/
Hyperbole and Understatement went to a party together.
--This is easily the best party we've attended, said Hype.
-- I don't know. It's okay, said Undy.
It was, in fact, a large gathering of fun individuals who were enjoying an evening that would be remembered as one of the better parties of that year. So, Hype was closer to accurate than Undy in this instance. As the evening progressed, Hype became completely wasted on schnaps and ouzo. Undy repeatedly commented that Hype seemed to be enjoying itself.
Approximately midway into the evening, Hype was incoherently explaining to everyone at the party individually and up close that they were its best friend ever and the most attractive and smart beings it had ever encountered in the history of all time anywhere in the universe, nay in the multiverse. It was difficult for many to understand what exactly Hype was saying, but that was the gist of it. Undy noted aloud that Hype seemed to like many of the party-goers.
At this comment, one of the attendees offered Undy a sip of Pernod. Undy rarely partook in alcohol but decided one drink would be permissible. Many Pernods later, Undy, too, was intoxicated. Uncharacteristically, Undy began to proclaim loudly that Hype's constant use of superlatives had become excruciating to the point of driving Undy towards violence. Hype stopped proclaiming things for long enough to throw up on Undy's shoes and pants’ bottoms, succeeding in soiling the shoes of several other party-goers in the process. At this last-straw level occurrence, Undy flew off the proverbial handle, grabbed an anvil, ran to a high tower that happened to be erected next to where Hype was then standing, and dropped the anvil decidedly and squarely upon Hype. Recovering in a flash, Hype, apparently sober the entire time, yelled--Gotcha!--while pointing up at Undy still in the tower. Hype and the party-goers began high-fiving one another in a furious manner. Undy remained in the tower fuming as it tried to cool down and reach its base level of non-reactiveness.
But the truth was out. Understatement would never again be able to convince the world that it lacked strong emotions. Its practiced stoicism would forever be suspect and subject to cajoling. Hyperbole appeared to have won a bet it had secretly placed with its partner in crime, Half-Truth and was fanning itself with its winnings. From that day on, Undy could be seen openly associating with Dishonesty. Hype and Undy rarely encountered one another again. When they did, Hype had a difficult time controlling its laughter as it recalled the expression on Undy’s face looking down from the tower that evening. Undy would look sullen and try to ignore Hype’s presence.
One day, Understatement had an idea. It decided to invite Hyperbole to a cookout to bury the hatchet. Hype immediately accepted the invitation and asked if it could bring a friend or two along, Half-Truth and Metaphor, to which Undy calmly agreed. Undy methodically prepared the location for the cookout and invited everyone including Dishonesty, Schadenfreude, Consensus, Joviality, Glittering Generality, Propriety, Whimsy, and Taylor Swift. They were set to have a reasonably good time, possibly even a very nice time. Undy also planned a little joke for Hype that it hoped would be well-received.
The party started off with everyone in good spirits. By the time Hype arrived, everyone was having fun, even Taylor Swift. Hype ran up to Undy and executed a bear hug, shouting thanks in Undy’s ear. Undy allowed the hug and replied –You’re welcome, Hype. Please enjoy some refreshments that I think you’ll find acceptable.
Hype laughed and clapped Understatement on the back. --Same Undy as ever!
Hype proceeded to explore the offerings, exclaiming that everything looked absolutely fantastic. But just as Hype was extolling the virtues of the shrimp cocktail, Undy rolled out an oversize novelty cake. Undy cleared its throat.
--Everyone, I arranged this party to, as we say, bury the hatchet with Hyperbole. Most of you were present on the day of my downfall, the day I sunk to the depths of despair in humiliation for allowing myself to appear to be as witless and emotional as the lot of you. Surprised that I should express it so emphatically? Well, since that day, I have become chummy with my pal here, Dishonesty. Oh, I know you all are friends with Dish. It’s just that most of you don’t like to admit it to yourselves and certainly not to others. But here we are, all together as friends. I’ve learned to lie to myself just as the rest of you have, with the exception of Taylor. You always face your fears, Taylor. I only invited you here because I adore you. So please just enjoy yourself and do not learn any lesson from these events. Thank you for being here, lovely. As for you, Hype, please turn your attention to this oversize novelty cake.
Everyone looked at the cake. As a calliope organ began to play Michael Jackson’s song “Smooth Criminal”, out of the top of the cake leapt Carol Channing with a huge smile on her face. She was holding a hatchet and began to wield it like a skilled assassin, which she was. Before anyone could react, Carol Channing leapt again, this time onto Hype’s shoulders and began hacking away while singing ‘Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend’ and smiling as largely as ever. When she finished, the attendees stood in customarily stunned silence as Carol Channing, panting and soaked in the ichor that spilled from Hype’s veins, made a little bow and leapt back into the oversize novelty cake never to be seen again.
--Well, what did you think of my joke?--Undy asked with a strange and desperate expression on its face.
The crowd slowly backed away, even Dishonesty, disappearing into the hedges that lined Undy’s back yard. Only Taylor Swift remained. Undy looked at her, hoping for an answer.
--Er, Carol Channing never ages, does she?--Taylor blurted.
--Well, I mean, not literally. She does appear quite natural, though.--responded Understatement.
--That bit you said earlier, about Dishonesty? That was some fairly jumbled up psychology, yeah? You’re just avoiding Honesty in your own way. You didn’t even invite it to your party! Maybe you could at least try to stop being so judgmental. Think about that as you’re cleaning up all this mess. You’ve proven that you’ve always been as full of bologna as the rest of us. That’s right, bologna.
Taylor took a bow, joined her entourage waiting by her limousine, and departed immediately.
--Well, this party ended terribly. Carol Channing is not getting a good review, Understatement understated.
Understatement is often used in the place of genuine feeling when responding to events that inspire intense emotion. It’s often in the company of jokes and is many times intended to be funny unless it isn’t. There’s some moral to this story but what it is may best be determined in your own mind. Maybe it’s something about taking the shit with the sugar? Or something about facing things head on? Or maybe something about giving yourself a break, being yourself? I don’t know. I’m just a person who writes silly stories sometimes. I hope you got a laugh, a giggle, a snort, something out of it.
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#Barron Bails On His #Trump #Crypto Launch Speech Because Dad's #Blathering Took Too Long
In what may be the most perfectest Trump product launch ever, Barron (evidently eager to prove #KamalaHarris right about his Dad’s rallies) decided to bail on his presentation as the “visionary” behind the project because his Dad’s blathering took too long. Perfect. So so perfect.
#idiocracy #grift #weird #insane #Nonsense
#CommonSense #sanity #RealityBasedPolitics #HarrisWalz2024
https://www.dailykos.com/stories/2024/9/17/2271082/-Barron-Bails-On-His-Trump-Crypto-Launch-Speech-Because-Dad-s-Blathering-Took-Too-Long
Had a chat with a friendly branch, because that's a thing, obviously
Emergency call out to knitters everywhere. It's getting cold, and we need to protect our mushie friends from the morning frost. To action!
