Wednesday, August 9, 2017
Who's Running the DPRK Twitter Account? Pyongyang Rose?
by Kim D.
Okay, I know we aren't in an active military conflict with North Korea, per se; however, with all the ramped up warmongering rhetoric coming from both countries, who knows what the future will bring.
The trash talking coming from the DPRK News Service is rather interesting. It's almost like the country is hell bent on pushing all the right buttons to provoke the Unites States - its leaders and people:
First the leaders:
Okay, I know we aren't in an active military conflict with North Korea, per se; however, with all the ramped up warmongering rhetoric coming from both countries, who knows what the future will bring.
The trash talking coming from the DPRK News Service is rather interesting. It's almost like the country is hell bent on pushing all the right buttons to provoke the Unites States - its leaders and people:
First the leaders:
Orange-faced oaf Donald Trump threatens DPRK with "fire and fury," yet delivers only wind and flatulence. pic.twitter.com/r7BrTBJrnQ— DPRK News Service (@DPRK_News) August 8, 2017
Once Proud Fat Man Chris Christie is reduced to theft of "nachoes" from unidentified "hipster" to feed his family, in undated photograph. pic.twitter.com/mHLSHTLVH9— DPRK News Service (@DPRK_News) July 31, 2017
Donald Trump son-in-law Jared Kushner stares in stunned amazement at his own folly in marrying pretty billionaire's daughter for money. pic.twitter.com/hAo1QM0xR2— DPRK News Service (@DPRK_News) July 28, 2017
Then the rest of us:US deputy Warlord Steve Bannon reported to possess amazing prehensile male appendage, of sort longed for by all US politicians and reporters pic.twitter.com/1sg9RkXTzM— DPRK News Service (@DPRK_News) July 28, 2017
Panty-clad US resistance holds effeminate cuddle sessions in protest of Donald Trump tyranny and treasons.— DPRK News Service (@DPRK_News) August 5, 2017
DPRK resistance mounts bayonets. https://t.co/9B4VDjM71X
Eclipse-related destruction in United States not expected to harm economic interests of Democratic Peoples Republic of Korea, experts say. pic.twitter.com/4tdjeSH5nM— DPRK News Service (@DPRK_News) August 4, 2017
FACT CHECK-Donald Trump claim that US New Hampshire province is "drug infested den" MOSTLY TRUE.— DPRK News Service (@DPRK_News) August 4, 2017
Province is drug infested den of perverts. pic.twitter.com/e6QscnFytp
Kind of sounds like a catty chick keyboard warrioring, right?Sport of "football" in US is organized brawl featuring two teams of 21 criminal thugs, and 1 man designated to stand during national anthem. pic.twitter.com/jLxO5VR2uS— DPRK News Service (@DPRK_News) August 4, 2017
Hump Day Quickie: Not allowed to participate
"You are now out of favor because you are a Christian! You are no longer allowed to participate."
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Tuesday, August 8, 2017
What did Glen Campbell and Bon Scott have in common?
They both could play bagpipes. Scott played it on AC/DC's It's a Long Way to the Top (if You Want to Rock and Roll). He took the instrument on tour and played it when the band performed the song. But alas, someone stole Bon's bagpipes. He reportedly was relieved as he hated playing the damn thing. Anyhow, let's listen to both men play the weapon of choice.
Wichita Lineman reaches end of the line at age 81
RIP Glen Campbell (April 22, 1936 – August 8, 2017)
Global Warming Gurus Go After Fido
by Kim D.
A new global warning study is circulating and advocating we think about our familial relationships with the cute and fluffy. That's right the climate change movement wouldn't be complete until pet lovers were shamed about the damage caused by the bookoodles of dangerous carbon dioxide emissions that they are encouraging.
How so, you ask?
According to UCLA professor Gregory Okin, the meaty diet we are feeding our pets is the same thing as driving over 13 million cars each year:
A new global warning study is circulating and advocating we think about our familial relationships with the cute and fluffy. That's right the climate change movement wouldn't be complete until pet lovers were shamed about the damage caused by the bookoodles of dangerous carbon dioxide emissions that they are encouraging.
How so, you ask?
According to UCLA professor Gregory Okin, the meaty diet we are feeding our pets is the same thing as driving over 13 million cars each year:
The number of dog- and cat-owning households is increasing in the US [8], and at the same time there is an increasing trend in the “humanization” of pets and pet products [22, 23]. As a possible consequence, there is a trend toward increasing meat quantity and quality in pet foods, which results in further increases in consumption of animal products by pets. There is evidence that this trend may continue as younger people are more likely to purchase premium pet food that includes more desirable cuts of meat [24]. Globally, the increasing pet ownership in developing countries [25, 26] may serve to increase the potential environmental impacts of pet dogs and cats.Basically loving pets plus feeding them a meaty diet equals globally offensive poop.
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"Hey, can you bring me some Sweet & Low?"
by Angela K. Durden
Technology inventor protecting creator's copyrights. Business writer, novelist, songwriter, and Citizen Journalist.
I met a friend at a restaurant in Midtown Atlanta (specifically Poncey-Highland area, for those familiar with Atlanta). They brought my unsweetened tea. On the table were Stevia and raw sugar, neither of which my body can abide. So, I asked for some Sweet & Low.
First, the wait-person's breath stopped. Then his lip curled. Then his nose rose. And here it came.
He leaned over me and with all the righteousness his Politically Correct body could muster, I got preached to, fussed at, and a finger shook in my face as he intoned about how righteous and wonderful Stevia and raw sugar are for the body, the planet, and all those poor put-upon indigenous peoples in Third World Countries who harvest them, and Lo! how terrible I was to hurt the body the Universe gave me, destroy the planet for which I was responsible, and I was racist to boot!
But as a writer in general and a Citizen Journalist in practice will often do, who simply allow people to act as they will and watch closely so they can write about it later, I too put this into practice at that moment and committed the moment to memory.
Still, the little devil in me decided to have some fun with the P.C. Preacher, and so after he finished his sermonized diatribe I said, where everybody could hear: "Soooooo...do you have Splenda? Equal's good, too."
My food was delivered by a female Deacon and fairly thrown in front of me. I did not go back. (They are out of business because even their food was "sourced politically correct", that is, it was as tough and tasty as cardboard with rabbit food on top.)
Still, self-righteous pretentiousness is in vogue. Witness the latest in Brighton. A young man crowdfunded his restaurant from folks who lived in that fair city. Remember that because it will be important. He then proceeded to blame all of Brighton when it didn't become the super popular place of his dreams.
Yes, Douglas McMaster then went on to insult all of Brighton when he said:
At the counter, mind you, I ordered a hamburger, fries, and a drink and paid almost twenty-five dollars for the privilege of being handed a number for my table. The cashier/order taker did everything in their power to make me beg for information about their food.
The menu on the wall was so convoluted I didn't understand it. "Look," I finally said, "can't you just have those people back there cook me a hamburger and fries? Why are you making me work so hard to give you money?"
Sneering followed, but I handed over my money (how dumb am I?), took my number, and waited.
And waited. And waited. And effing effing waited.
I got up and asked where my food was.
Sneering again and a condescending "Others are waiting, too, you know."
Just as I was about to make a scene, my food was slid in front of me. I ate the damn food and then went to throw my trash away.
I stood in front of a dizzying array of multi-colored trash containers all with cryptic hieroglyphics as to where to throw my godda — okay, no effing cussing, Angela. I couldn't figure out where to throw my Politically Correct Sourced trash.
A sneering and condescending employee came up — I kid you not — and said, "Don't you KNOOOOOW what to do with your trash?"
I said, "Why, yes; yes I do." Then I walked back to the table and left it all there.
Technology inventor protecting creator's copyrights. Business writer, novelist, songwriter, and Citizen Journalist.
I met a friend at a restaurant in Midtown Atlanta (specifically Poncey-Highland area, for those familiar with Atlanta). They brought my unsweetened tea. On the table were Stevia and raw sugar, neither of which my body can abide. So, I asked for some Sweet & Low.
First, the wait-person's breath stopped. Then his lip curled. Then his nose rose. And here it came.
He leaned over me and with all the righteousness his Politically Correct body could muster, I got preached to, fussed at, and a finger shook in my face as he intoned about how righteous and wonderful Stevia and raw sugar are for the body, the planet, and all those poor put-upon indigenous peoples in Third World Countries who harvest them, and Lo! how terrible I was to hurt the body the Universe gave me, destroy the planet for which I was responsible, and I was racist to boot!
Yes, I was not happy about that.
Still, the little devil in me decided to have some fun with the P.C. Preacher, and so after he finished his sermonized diatribe I said, where everybody could hear: "Soooooo...do you have Splenda? Equal's good, too."
Yeah, a head exploded, and the Right Reverend stomped off and refused to serve me again.
My food was delivered by a female Deacon and fairly thrown in front of me. I did not go back. (They are out of business because even their food was "sourced politically correct", that is, it was as tough and tasty as cardboard with rabbit food on top.)
But, you know what? That day, folks around me smiled. I do my little part where I can.
Still, self-righteous pretentiousness is in vogue. Witness the latest in Brighton. A young man crowdfunded his restaurant from folks who lived in that fair city. Remember that because it will be important. He then proceeded to blame all of Brighton when it didn't become the super popular place of his dreams.
Yes, Douglas McMaster then went on to insult all of Brighton when he said:
“Brighton is not the right place for Silo. Brighton has been a beautiful three years of getting it wrong then getting it right and we’re doing well but I’ve had to dumb down what I do. Brighton does not have the contemporary food culture that’s needed for Silo."
All I wanted was lunch.
Then there was the day I went to a new hamburger joint. As soon as I walked in I thought "Oh, God. Here we go again."At the counter, mind you, I ordered a hamburger, fries, and a drink and paid almost twenty-five dollars for the privilege of being handed a number for my table. The cashier/order taker did everything in their power to make me beg for information about their food.
The menu on the wall was so convoluted I didn't understand it. "Look," I finally said, "can't you just have those people back there cook me a hamburger and fries? Why are you making me work so hard to give you money?"
Sneering followed, but I handed over my money (how dumb am I?), took my number, and waited.
And waited. And waited. And effing effing waited.
I got up and asked where my food was.
Sneering again and a condescending "Others are waiting, too, you know."
Just as I was about to make a scene, my food was slid in front of me. I ate the damn food and then went to throw my trash away.
I stood in front of a dizzying array of multi-colored trash containers all with cryptic hieroglyphics as to where to throw my godda — okay, no effing cussing, Angela. I couldn't figure out where to throw my Politically Correct Sourced trash.
A sneering and condescending employee came up — I kid you not — and said, "Don't you KNOOOOOW what to do with your trash?"
I said, "Why, yes; yes I do." Then I walked back to the table and left it all there.
Sure. Yeah. That's the way to make a business grow and flourish.
Monday, August 7, 2017
Planned Parenthood should take a lesson: Swedish Crepes and a "Lady" Server at the IHOP
by Angela K. Durden
Technology inventor protecting creator's copyrights. Business writer, novelist, songwriter, and Citizen Journalist.
Planned Parenthood pushes radical agenda as if we're all stupid. After getting caught with their hands in the "baby parts for sale" till, they have the gall to release guidelines on how to talk to your child so they can determine their own sex.
Granted, super-sensitive Democratic Socialist Progressives need these guidelines, but the rest of us don't. Here's how most folks handle these situations.
I once went into an IHOP (International House of Pancakes) and was waited on by a person who physically looked like a man but who walked like a woman (the hip swing was to die for) and who was dressed as a woman down to the earrings, makeup including a killer lipstick shade, and hairstyle.
Even his voice was manly, though his inflection was purely female. He was not faking it. His mind and his genes were female. His body just came out with other parts. Purely a mechanical issue but one that could not get fixed unless one has a lot of money which he clearly did not have and wasn't about to get on his IHOP tips.
It was around 3:00 AM, and I couldn't sleep, so I took my computer and did some editing over some coffee and Swedish Crepes. Man oh man, they were good.
I was the only customer at this time and so got a front row seat to a loud conversation between my "lady" server and a male server and a male cook.
The only thing I remember from that conversation is what my server said about his situation and how his family and friends handled it:
See? Family and friends handled it just fine. They aren't stupid. They were loving and kind. And me? Like a well-mannered stranger should, I edited, ate, paid my bill, and left. I didn't stare. I didn't ask questions. I didn't frown.
And that, Planned Parenthood, is how the vast majority of folks handle the situation.
Technology inventor protecting creator's copyrights. Business writer, novelist, songwriter, and Citizen Journalist.
Planned Parenthood pushes radical agenda as if we're all stupid. After getting caught with their hands in the "baby parts for sale" till, they have the gall to release guidelines on how to talk to your child so they can determine their own sex.
Granted, super-sensitive Democratic Socialist Progressives need these guidelines, but the rest of us don't. Here's how most folks handle these situations.
I once went into an IHOP (International House of Pancakes) and was waited on by a person who physically looked like a man but who walked like a woman (the hip swing was to die for) and who was dressed as a woman down to the earrings, makeup including a killer lipstick shade, and hairstyle.
Even his voice was manly, though his inflection was purely female. He was not faking it. His mind and his genes were female. His body just came out with other parts. Purely a mechanical issue but one that could not get fixed unless one has a lot of money which he clearly did not have and wasn't about to get on his IHOP tips.
It was around 3:00 AM, and I couldn't sleep, so I took my computer and did some editing over some coffee and Swedish Crepes. Man oh man, they were good.
I was the only customer at this time and so got a front row seat to a loud conversation between my "lady" server and a male server and a male cook.
The only thing I remember from that conversation is what my server said about his situation and how his family and friends handled it:
Look, my mama knowed I was a lady. My daddy knowed I was a lady. My friends knowed I was a lady. But I din't knowed I was a lady. Everybody knowed I was a lady before I knowed I was a lady. But now I knows I a lady. Snap!
See? Family and friends handled it just fine. They aren't stupid. They were loving and kind. And me? Like a well-mannered stranger should, I edited, ate, paid my bill, and left. I didn't stare. I didn't ask questions. I didn't frown.
And that, Planned Parenthood, is how the vast majority of folks handle the situation.
Bob Ross Estate Unhappy with Steven Crowder
Kim D.
Yep, I'm a huge Louder with Crowder fan . . . for many reasons, but at the top of the list would be that Steven is hilarious. For those unaware, Crowder joined the CRTV months ago and has been pumping out weekday shows. As a teaser, he always uploads Thursday's live show to Facebook and YouTube for free viewing.
Steven's lawyer joined him this past Thursday to discuss recent communications received from lawyers representing the Bob Ross Estate. In a bogus claim, basically the estate is saying Crowder's parody of Bob Ross is a trademark violation and is insisting this practice stop. It appears that the impersonations, especially ones depicting Mohammad are deplorable.
In response, Steven decided to do another parody which will leave you in stitches. Warning: no eating or drinking while watching the clip below.
Yep, I'm a huge Louder with Crowder fan . . . for many reasons, but at the top of the list would be that Steven is hilarious. For those unaware, Crowder joined the CRTV months ago and has been pumping out weekday shows. As a teaser, he always uploads Thursday's live show to Facebook and YouTube for free viewing.
Steven's lawyer joined him this past Thursday to discuss recent communications received from lawyers representing the Bob Ross Estate. In a bogus claim, basically the estate is saying Crowder's parody of Bob Ross is a trademark violation and is insisting this practice stop. It appears that the impersonations, especially ones depicting Mohammad are deplorable.
In response, Steven decided to do another parody which will leave you in stitches. Warning: no eating or drinking while watching the clip below.
Art is beauty. >> https://t.co/y79f3gUSR8 pic.twitter.com/Q0NOQE5Oyz— Steven Crowder (@scrowder) August 5, 2017
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