Dogz in the club

A video is worth ten thousand words.

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This Blog Feels Like Home…

…so I’m going to put a picture up on the fridge. Cuinn is 5.

(Why am I posting on this particular subject? because maybe other people in total hip replacements will find it helpful. Because my hip is fake as vox day.)

I have only skimmed a few of the articles this search turned up, but I think I found the most useful information about how to increase the strength and flexibility of an artificial hip. And of course now, 6 months after my total hip replacement, I finally think of doing this particular search. I mean I looked at a couple general sites for athletes and they were very helpful, what’s the Kung Fu search is probably the best for my money.

I can’t wait for hopefully 25 years from now when my present replacement starts to wear out, they have better than natural bionic hips that they can throw in there. Or just yank the thing out, and regrow the bone in the leg well I lay in the hospital bed for three days. Hopefully, while having the money to order lavish meals from a meal delivery service that uses autonomous cars and autonomous pseudo-AI (what word can I make up or find for a neuter android or gynecoid)

The Shadow Knows…

… that aliens, apparently, live among us.

Virginia Kids, Illinois Snow

And unseasonably deep and cold Illinois, too. While we’ve been visiting family this last month, it has been more like December than November.

I haven’t gotten this much cold and snow all at once since my family left Wisconsin when I was 11.

It has been a nice walk down nostalgia lane, and great fun to watch my little ones experience it. 🙂

Let Me Explain All The Ways This is Awful

I heartily encourage you, especially creatives but frankly absolutely everyone, to INSTANTLY  BLOCK ON SIGHT any individual or organization that posts anything at all like this.

Because they’re g*dd*mn thieves and sh*tbirds.

They deserve nothing but to go out of business in the worst possible way. And I hope the a**holes who came up with this atrocity end up living under a park bench neck deep in pigeon sh*t.

Seriously. F*ck them.

The end.

Free candy pedobear van

That “legal” notice is like this van but for creatives. DO NOT GET IN. RUN AWAY AND TELL AN ADULT!

 

You Become What You Hate If…

GenX and Boomer politicians — which is just about everyone in Congress — remember the old Soviets well.

The peddlers of fake history (looking at you, David Barton and Dinesh D’Souza), like, you know, just about any dictatorial head of state thug.

The ones who disenfranchised, imprisoned, and quickly began to murder political opponents for being political opponents (looking at you, GOP. You’re halfway through the first and simultaneously the second so far).

The ones quick to rattle the nuclear saber (Hello, Donald).

The ones quick to crack down on their minority groups and all who demand their human rights. With deadly force (have you been watching the news these last few years?).

The ones who boldly speak as Orwell had his villains speak in 1984. Who tell us, literally, that war is peace and poverty is wealth (Donald, Paul Ryan, Mitch McConnell, Limbaugh, Hannity, Alex Jones, Drudge, and too many more, again literally, to count).

You can point to politicians in general from those generations and see flashes of our leadership becoming what they hated and feared up until the Soviet collapse.

Hate and fear come in part from feeling threatened.

Feeling threatened comes in part from believing that threat could be fulfilled.

From fearing death.

Ever hear the old saying “fight fire with fire”?

It means “build a firebreak by burning a bare patch the bigger fire cannot cross”.

But, see, a lot of folks especially in GenX heard “wow the Soviet fire is strong. Get some of that strong fire and let’s use it ourselves”.

So you end up with a lot of GOP leaders running around acting like dictators.

Because the Soviets certainly espoused communism, but it was only for the little people.

Soviet leaders were oligarchic dictators first.

And the US right certainly cannot adopt communism, nor do they want it. (A few on the US left do adopt this crap along with the communism, but they are a bare straggle compared with the mighty river of neonazoid extremism Trump has nurtured on the right).

Since the GOP cannot become communist any more than the Democratic Party could, what is left?

Be oligarchic despots! Follow the example  chose (the ideology they’ve chosen, uncontrolled capitalism, can be for the little people. The oligarchs, the dictators, feed off the people and ignore the state ideology — such crude things do not suit born aristocrats. They assume they deserve the support of the state to the tune of TRILLIONS of dollars in free stuff for billionaires. Socialism by another name, but only for the extremely rich. A safety net they begrudge the peasantry who they consider basically subhuman — as Mitt Romney put it, they won’t take responsibility for their own lives, apparently to be achieved by sending Mittboy a bunch of free money. He and all the rest think they’re entitled to feed on our blood and sweat as if we were beef steers ready for slaughter.

It’s no mistake that Donald has said again and again over the years that poorer (non-billionaire non-heirs of heirs like him) people are genetically inferior to the very rich. Hmm.

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And then he used donors. Went as far as soliciting recurring monthly payments.

Who is the best example to look to, if you have become what you hate by adopting the most deadly and vicious tactics of your former greatest foe?

Why, the despot who rules the successor state of your old foe! Who better to teach you how to become what you once hated?

So here we are at the marriage. Please welcome Mr. Vladimir Putin and Mr. Donald Putin.

They will show us pigs to our trough, which is the same worn wood and thin slop whether it has “communist” or “capitalist” scrawled on the side by some talentless, unseen hack in the guts of the One True Party. The Aristocrats (link to VERY NSFW Gilbert Gottfried edition, which may or may not describe the Trump family’s private life but it’s probably pretty close in my opinion.

So, thank you for attending my political thingie, however you’d describe this. And feel free to chime in.

It’s Gargoyle Laundry Day…

…at the old homestead. Hard to find a quiet moment.

Whale, Whale, Whale, What Do We Have Here?

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What do we have here? Opportunity for both whale prosperity and human fatness. Check it out:

I mean, isn’t it obvious?

Cultured meat has great potential; satisfying people who want to eat endangered animals is only a small, small part of that.

I have posted about it here before. And I’ve written several stories in which cultured meat is either a feature of the setting or actually important to the plot.

It’s fascinating to me. And I am an adventurous eater myself. I’d love to taste some no-harpoon, no-death, no-harm whale. But not otherwise.

I Am S.A. Barton And I Approve This Political Message

BONUS: read the tags on this one. Read them any way you want.