well it’s been about 3 years since I quit watching the news – cold turkey. I heard some noise about Donald Trump actually being a *frontrunner* in the race, so last night me and hubby decided to watch the debate. First time we’ve watched TV in many years, excluding the Walking Dead.
Honestly we didn’t know what to think. It looked like the sorriest pack of losers and the only one who seemed like maybe he was up for the president gig was Kasich. ?
It was depressing.. so of course I had to hop back on to PW to see what y’all are saying. Guess we’re not the only ones. :/
Woah guins, just vid-watched King Hank losin’ it with his hissyshit-net-fit last night — well don’er Pens, I say: well downer’d Rags (Pen’s knives center mass).
Q: “Would you flip your net like that?” A: Quoth the Flower — “No, that’s baby stuff .” [“shit” implied — ed.]
“There is nothing I could write that could reach to the heights — or depths — of the reality of the absurd of the last several days.”
>Someone on Twitter described the US of 2016 as like a long-running soap that has reached its final season and so the writers are just throwing anything on screen, resulting in increasingly berserk storylines. <
My wife watched an episode of “Friends” the other day in which Tony Joey is up for a Soapie for Best Returning Character against an actor playing a character who survived his own cremation.
I think. I was trying very hard not to pay attention, lest I accidentally learn Kim Kardashian’s bra size or something.
I may have that mixed up with a saint and martyr mentioned in the last episode of “Vikings” who, after surviving hercremation burning at the stake, failed to survive being beheaded (those wacky Dark Ages, with their blatant disregard for double-jeopardy rules). And I was actually watching that.
I think it passes left to right, first disappearing behind Klein’s skate from the left, where kicked, it traverses further on the right side of the skate to once again disappear under Raanta’s armpit.
“It’s this big,” he said holding his hands about ten inches apart. ” It feels like a flashlight in your hand. A curved flash light”
“An orange flash light? ” giggled the man to his right.
” That’s low energy little Marco, ” he said. The vitae thundered about in his head. He could not see the crowd, they were drawn back into billowing red clouds. Bass drums clubbed him
To his left another gentlemen was using his thumbs to letter-by-letter spell out “Sorry you weren’t here to see this Ben” on the touch screen of his phone.
Blast.
Meanwhile, Mack The Knife Mack The Knife
Crap.
well it’s been about 3 years since I quit watching the news – cold turkey. I heard some noise about Donald Trump actually being a *frontrunner* in the race, so last night me and hubby decided to watch the debate. First time we’ve watched TV in many years, excluding the Walking Dead.
Honestly we didn’t know what to think. It looked like the sorriest pack of losers and the only one who seemed like maybe he was up for the president gig was Kasich. ?
It was depressing.. so of course I had to hop back on to PW to see what y’all are saying. Guess we’re not the only ones. :/
Yes. Well, unfortunately Kasich has positioned himself as the competent manager of the Leviathan state candidate.
That worked out so well for Romney last time. Didn’it?
Little-known fact: Kasich’s dad was a mailman.
Woah guins, just vid-watched King Hank losin’ it with his hissyshit-net-fit last night — well don’er Pens, I say: well downer’d Rags (Pen’s knives center mass).
Q: “Would you flip your net like that?” A: Quoth the Flower — “No, that’s baby stuff .” [“shit” implied — ed.]
Die Rags, die — an’ take yer NYValues with yez.
I also understand he’s an adult McGehee.
“There is nothing I could write that could reach to the heights — or depths — of the reality of the absurd of the last several days.”
>Someone on Twitter described the US of 2016 as like a long-running soap that has reached its final season and so the writers are just throwing anything on screen, resulting in increasingly berserk storylines. <
http://davidthompson.typepad.com/davidthompson/2016/03/friday-ephemera.html?cid=6a00d83451675669e201b7c81ded14970b#comment-6a00d83451675669e201b7c81ded14970b
Mike “Idiocracy” Judge is a prophet.
My wife watched an episode of “Friends” the other day in which
TonyJoey is up for a Soapie for Best Returning Character against an actor playing a character who survived his own cremation.I think. I was trying very hard not to pay attention, lest I accidentally learn Kim Kardashian’s bra size or something.
I may have that mixed up with a saint and martyr mentioned in the last episode of “Vikings” who, after surviving her
cremationburning at the stake, failed to survive being beheaded (those wacky Dark Ages, with their blatant disregard for double-jeopardy rules). And I was actually watching that.Or Oswald Spengler was a comedy genius.
“When your child is destined to be the team goon“
Warren Zevon – “Hit Somebody!”
oy, The Beagle gets nine min. review. yipes.
>oy, The Beagle gets nine min. review. yipes.<
where's the puck
heh, that’s what everyone wants to know.
I think it passes left to right, first disappearing behind Klein’s skate from the left, where kicked, it traverses further on the right side of the skate to once again disappear under Raanta’s armpit.
http://www.motherjones.com/files/imagecache/top-of-content-main/gop-debate-detroit.jpg
“It’s this big,” he said holding his hands about ten inches apart. ” It feels like a flashlight in your hand. A curved flash light”
“An orange flash light? ” giggled the man to his right.
” That’s low energy little Marco, ” he said. The vitae thundered about in his head. He could not see the crowd, they were drawn back into billowing red clouds. Bass drums clubbed him
To his left another gentlemen was using his thumbs to letter-by-letter spell out “Sorry you weren’t here to see this Ben” on the touch screen of his phone.
All the while Kasich’s hands chopped.
“You know, ordinarily when a man’s holding a gun on another man, the other man wants to avoid getting shot.”
“That’s not a gun, Donald, it’s your finger. Your stubby little baby-carrot finger.”
“You want me to shoot him? They’re all applauding. That means I not only have the right to shoot you, I am required to.””
“That’s not how it works! That’s not how any of this works!”
where’s the puck?
Today we get to see the “post-cam” angle they saw at headquarters in T’ronto. Mo’ better.