DON'T BITE YOUR TONGUE!

According to Steve Bannon, whom I would label a fascist damned close to Mussolini-grade, and probably poke disdainfully with my walking stick if I ever met the son of a bitch, one third of America's teachers are terrorists indoctinating young minds with revolutionary propaganda. Meanwhile, Bill Maher continues to whinge, sneer, and mew pathetically about all manner of things, but especially how we liberals are doing it all wrong in talking to and understanding the right-thinkers. In short, he's being a strident cringing scumball, as usual.
A pox on both of them. May they burn in hell.
Or Louisiana. I'm not particular.
Florida too. A sewer.

During work I put up with similar crap patiently and tolerantly. It's the nature of the job. I'm just glad that the sour old rightwing senile delinquents don't poo in their pants at the drop of a hat, as I'd have to hose them down out back and burn the comfy chairs they sat in.
We don't have enough tranquilizers on the premises to knock them all out.

I am far more Christian in my daily interactions than in my belief system, especially when you look at some of the people whom Christians in this country adulate and admire.
Most of whom are unhinged unmitigable garbage.
And Republican.


The last decent Republican we had was Gerald Ford.

And that was clearly a mistake. From the heart of the country, born before the Great War. In that day most people there were church-going simple near-illiterates.Profoundly conservative and hate-filled. Anything foreign, unless it was German, Scandinavian, or Slavic, was to be distrusted. And they were absolutely convinced that Africans and Asians did not eat human food or speak in civilized languages. But he was a good man, and educated. As well as, and this is probably entirely beside the point, a pipe smoker. Further beside the point: he was surrounded during too much of his life by damned Dutchmen. Dutch Americans.

[This blogger is also a Dutch American. But we don't talk to those people. My ancestors were in New Amsterdam, whereas the Grand Rapids folks are all heretics and retrogrades who came over two centuries later.
So technically, darned-well heathens. Many of them are utterly reprehensible. Still.]

Gerald Ford habitually smoked Field and Stream Walnut, which sadly no longer exists. An aromatic blend, but not a gloopy one, nor overladen with sweeteners, although there was a touch of maple. It was a basic Virginia, Burley, and crimped Cavendish concoction topped with something like anise or licorice (which because of anethole lessens tongue bite). Described in its later iterations as soapy and fairly mediocre.

He would probably have liked Brigg's Mixture.
Or Revelation; Einstein's tobacco.
Both also unavailable.

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