Thursday, January 07, 2021

DON'T RILE UP THE FOSSILS!

In my day, we didn't storm the Capitol! No sir! We just gave pointless tax breaks to millionaires while people died in a pandemic! And we played football to get rid of our frustrations, and exercise our sexual fantasies! Or so I imagine some old people are now saying, while obfuscating their role as closet fascists from the Reagan era in inciting and enabling yesterday's disgraceful events.

Then they take another drag on their smelly green cigar manufactured by an extreme rightwing Cuban immigrant in Tampa, and return to sipping their weak cup of mixed Folgers and Postum.
Perhaps, finally, it is time to poo.


When their beloved children and grandkids come back from Washington, where they attended a "cultural event", they will give Covid to everyone in the retirement village. Souvenirs!

There is a folkloristic aspect to rioting, vandalism, and sedition in America.
It's the highest form of artistic expression in some states.
Treason Season started early this year.
The Red ones.


Not being creatively inclined, this young fellow prefers to think back fondly on all the times he's unfriended people on Facebook, refused to stand in the same protest lines as the assholes, sneered at their inchoate faux-intellectual existential angst, and refused to drink crappy liquor or shitty McDonalds coffee.

While, in a snooty fashion, smoking a pipe with fancy tobacco.
Because Prince Albert is too damned "inbred Jed". Pretty much the bargain bazaar brand, horrid Burley leaf, favoured by Christians in Kansas.

The pipe pictured above was made in the United States by a company that had been founded in 1851 by fine people from .... Germany. As a Dutch American whose first New York ancestor arrived on these shores four centuries ago, I should probably pooh-pooh their déclassé origins, barely a shade better than those horrid English Puritans whose damned dry bird shows up in every nasty sandwich between here and the Eastern Seaboard, but I've never been a snob, and I'll gladly accept such folk as my equals. Provided they don't go around instigating riots. As one particular such person did recenty, a certifiable sexual predator, slum landlord, associate of casino-operating mobsters and child-molesters, and all-round skeevy conniving conman.
Also president of the Springfield Gay and Lesbian Alliance: Hans Moleman.
Not our type, dear. A total cad.
And his role in yesterday's disgraceful insurrection cannot be doubted.


"In so far as he encouraged people to storm the Capitol and in so far as the president consistently has cast doubt on the outcome of a free and fair election, I believe that that was completely wrong."
-----Hans Moleman's bestie, Boris Johnson


A paltry 68 people got arrested for misbehaviour during Rudy Giuliani's rock concert, and only four people were shot. One would have expected hundreds of arrests, and several more dead considering how many braindead headbangers were walking around with assault riffles, but sofar it appears to have been a largely peaceful violent and destructive mob. The only thing damaged was the American Constitution, and seeing as most people pay no attention to that anyway, no harm no foul.

Far be it from me to criticise a bunch of potsmoking hippies from Texas and Arkansas.

Or their syphilitic meth-manufacturing redneck cousins.

Ford pickup on cinder blocks.



Yesterday we showed our ass as the banana republic shithole state we've always, in our heart of hearts, been. It was a shameful display. Buncha dumbasses.


"We're in! Keep it moving, baby!"
------Derrick Evans, a Republican member of the West Virginia House of Delegates, elected in 2020.
Who livestreamed himself breaking the law.



There should be mass prosecutions.
But there probably won't be.

And by the way: West Virginia produces better tobaco than people.
Same can be said for the state of Louisiana.
Those are indisputable facts.
Sad.



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