George Clooney sucks harder for an appointment than a Dyson vacuum cleaner so you know he wants some damn thing plus he ponies up the big bucks to prove it. There's no underestimating Hillary Clinton's sense of the auriferous and anywhere there's gold she will find it.
Bingo! She found it alright.
Therefore we can reasonably predict George Clooney will be appointed Ambassador to Who Gives a Shit since that's the usual payoff for high-ticket donors who are also publicity hounds.
Whatever comes of it should be funny as maybe he cops a tiff on some star-studded whine show because 'that fuckin' bitch promised me an appointment.' This oh-so-emotional moment will blow smoke over Clinton's advance of US military to further encroach on Russia's borders.
The promise of total absurdity from these flaming narcissists wouldn't even play Vegas because it's a gimme and the House can't win.
Somebody's going to do something stupid just as sure as dogs don't like cats. Spare me the cute pic of yer fur baby and Li'l Missy Curds and Whey and let's see how she does with a Rottweiler, shall we?
I'm not convinced Americans will remain blind until Election Day as there's such an avalanche of slop coming out of this campaign that eventually you recognize and look for ways to ameliorate it, neither of which lead the race. This does not indicate endorsement for Gary Johnson since I don't see anything particularly imaginative in his ideas whereas I wholeheartedly endorse Jill Stein. I recognize Gary Johnson's candidacy when the so-called populists so assiduously work to block he or Stein from participation.
Big problems need visionaries and they never come with more of the same but with a different coat of sprinkles on your ice cream twirlee.
Visionaries almost invariably see the best of the future and work toward it, albeit with some moderation from an ethics board needed as mentioned previously due to possibly ill-considered extrapolations of inventions which sometimes seem do not occur to pure scientists versus applied scientists).
Conservatives hardly ever work beyond a five-year plan and it is specifically intended to keep everything generally the same but with growth, growth, growth to their imaginary limits far beyond the capacity of a finite world. Their only consideration in their wild consumption is how much resource is needed for the next five-year plan. Beyond that, usually nothing.
Sure a fighter aircraft concept may go out decades but that's only repetition of the same thing rather than any fundamental evolution; it's just more obsessive production for its own sake.
What the hell, go ahead with an appointment as Ambasador to Who Gives a Shit because, well, who gives a shit. We do know it will be the first stop for the Kim Kardashian Party Boat because this so needs a selfie with the Ambassador. She will bring her entourage and she will advise them, 'everything will be fine but, ewww, don't drink the water and, icky icky, don't eat the food and, yuckyyyy, don't touch anything and, you know, like, try not to breathe.'
Amazingly enough, we look for people who do give a shit and about vastly more than ambassadorships. Thanks for hanging with the show as you wouldn't do it otherwise since I'm well-aware of how abrasive it can be.
Part of the abrading is from some deep anger as I've been ashamed all my life about the Army even when I knew it was right and there was no alternative. Now I see all of America, except for a precious few, painting WE KILL GOOKS on their helmets and I will not have it now any more than I would then. That shame has been the biggest destroyer in my life and now the epiphany is all of America is doing it and Fort Polk never even mattered. It carries the most blasting irony but it still pops funny for me, hilarious, in fact.
Note: I'm not being cynical, it's like rainbows.
Bingo! She found it alright.
Therefore we can reasonably predict George Clooney will be appointed Ambassador to Who Gives a Shit since that's the usual payoff for high-ticket donors who are also publicity hounds.
Whatever comes of it should be funny as maybe he cops a tiff on some star-studded whine show because 'that fuckin' bitch promised me an appointment.' This oh-so-emotional moment will blow smoke over Clinton's advance of US military to further encroach on Russia's borders.
The promise of total absurdity from these flaming narcissists wouldn't even play Vegas because it's a gimme and the House can't win.
Somebody's going to do something stupid just as sure as dogs don't like cats. Spare me the cute pic of yer fur baby and Li'l Missy Curds and Whey and let's see how she does with a Rottweiler, shall we?
I'm not convinced Americans will remain blind until Election Day as there's such an avalanche of slop coming out of this campaign that eventually you recognize and look for ways to ameliorate it, neither of which lead the race. This does not indicate endorsement for Gary Johnson since I don't see anything particularly imaginative in his ideas whereas I wholeheartedly endorse Jill Stein. I recognize Gary Johnson's candidacy when the so-called populists so assiduously work to block he or Stein from participation.
Big problems need visionaries and they never come with more of the same but with a different coat of sprinkles on your ice cream twirlee.
Visionaries almost invariably see the best of the future and work toward it, albeit with some moderation from an ethics board needed as mentioned previously due to possibly ill-considered extrapolations of inventions which sometimes seem do not occur to pure scientists versus applied scientists).
Conservatives hardly ever work beyond a five-year plan and it is specifically intended to keep everything generally the same but with growth, growth, growth to their imaginary limits far beyond the capacity of a finite world. Their only consideration in their wild consumption is how much resource is needed for the next five-year plan. Beyond that, usually nothing.
Sure a fighter aircraft concept may go out decades but that's only repetition of the same thing rather than any fundamental evolution; it's just more obsessive production for its own sake.
What the hell, go ahead with an appointment as Ambasador to Who Gives a Shit because, well, who gives a shit. We do know it will be the first stop for the Kim Kardashian Party Boat because this so needs a selfie with the Ambassador. She will bring her entourage and she will advise them, 'everything will be fine but, ewww, don't drink the water and, icky icky, don't eat the food and, yuckyyyy, don't touch anything and, you know, like, try not to breathe.'
Amazingly enough, we look for people who do give a shit and about vastly more than ambassadorships. Thanks for hanging with the show as you wouldn't do it otherwise since I'm well-aware of how abrasive it can be.
Part of the abrading is from some deep anger as I've been ashamed all my life about the Army even when I knew it was right and there was no alternative. Now I see all of America, except for a precious few, painting WE KILL GOOKS on their helmets and I will not have it now any more than I would then. That shame has been the biggest destroyer in my life and now the epiphany is all of America is doing it and Fort Polk never even mattered. It carries the most blasting irony but it still pops funny for me, hilarious, in fact.
Note: I'm not being cynical, it's like rainbows.
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