TOO MUCH MARIN COUNTY

Nearly six hours of sour moronic Republican senile delinquents foaming at the mouth over Democrats, Liberals, Europeans, and Zelensky leave me with no love for Marin County, Republican crypto-Nazis, and elderly white men. Most elderly white men. The pipe club meeting is coming up, and many of them are elderly white men. But pipesmokers can be quite civilized.

Cigar smokers are largely crazed hyenas.


Marin County is not a pleasant place to miss the bus back to civilization (San Francisco) because the damned Orcs stayed too long at the inn screeching about Democrats, Liberals, Europeans, and Zelensky. It is cold and dark in early March, and there was a freezing wind blowing. While begrumbling my fate an indistinctly outlined furry creature crossed the road, and from that distance I couldn't tell if it was large rat, a raccoon, or a misshapen dog.
Or someone's inbred loin fruit, using both hands and feet to scurry.

Rats are profoundly social creatures. But this was Marin. So not a rat.
Marin is not conducive to any creature with social skills.
Well, except for the crows.

Daniel remarked, in response to my foul comment about what I had to eat for lunch, that there was always In N Out burgers. I'm sorry, but fastfood shit with bible verses is NOT edible, and I don't have time to queue up for that. On my days off I'll make up for lunching surrounded by suburban barbarism by having Chinese food not too far from where I live, where I don't have to put up with rightwing human garbage either. Thank you. Can you please tell those toxic hosebags in the back to kindly choke on their own body parts?

Especially Jeff and the crazed bald deviant.

I look forward to tomorrow.



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VOICES RAISED IN SONG

One more day before my weekend. And by now you've probably figured out that work is a little stressful because of the republican sewer in the back room. So I shan't mention that. Instead, I'll dwell on the possibility that a friend will drop by as he regularly does on Sunday to smoke a pipe and have a cup of tea. Which is very kind of him. There are some people there who are quite rational, and very civilized.

By and large I hate Marin and its denizens, but there are exceptions.
What I think about Trumplandia can only be imagined.
Although I will spell it out frequently.


All of America's problems could be solved if malaria became prevalent here. Just imagine the changes it would bring to the suburbs, the ellimination of much that is wrong with this country, and the wholesome positive benefits.

One could spend whole days without running into a single Christian if mosquito borne ailments were rife. Sheer heaven.


I fondly think of the red states as being the disease zone.



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RABBIT RABBIT MARCH 2025

Rabbit rabbit. You're supposed to say rabbit rabbit first thing on the first day of the month for good luck or something before you start bellyaching about things like the orange cheeto's clown circus sending everything to hell in handbasket but for various reasons (actually one main one) which are hard to explain I do not blogpost on Saturday till the evening so the first thing here today is rabbit rabbit and if you've been here before you've probably already heard whatever I have to say about the old adderall addicted fool and his passle of opportunistic hateful incompetents like that big-jawed blonde twitty poo who handles lying to the press room or his vicious Guju attack dog and that Anglo South African egotard as well as the fact that a gibberant weirdo televangelist was appointed to the White House Faith Office (good lord why does that even exist?) which pleases the Christian nutballs who think he's the damned second coming and cream in their rose coloured panties when they fantasize about him grabbing them by their feline euphemisms with his short stubby fingers.
So let's just leave it at that. Rabbit rabbit.

The demented old poisonsbags in the backroom at work aren't even believers and they're positively creaming into their incontinence pants over the man. Even the Jews among them are giddy crypto-Nazis, oblivious entirely to the contradiction that presents. Jeff almost fouled himself with glee yesterday, having lost his moral balance entirely upon marrying that vicious anti-communist refugee who has him spin around her little finger. The man has turned into saddest excuse for an intelligent Jewish boy ever.

He wasn't there today. Praise the heavens.

The two evil bald deviants and the Irishman were. Scumsucking insects.

Last week it was a darn good thing that I do not bring a flamethrower to work. This week is shaping up to be as bad. Perhaps with March madness and the eventual start of the football season they'll have their unclean little joys over something else.
Instead of a Kremlin asset pissing on the Ukraine.
Like Putin told him to.
Krasnov.

How much does a good flamethrower cost anyway?

One or two cylinders of flammable liquid, one cylinder of propellant gas, flexible hose and a triggered nozzle with an igniter. Possibly the whole deal mounted on a baby carriage for greater mobility, as well as to disguise it. So far it's just the idea stage.


Rabbit rabbit.



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