“Jimmy Carter funeral…The Oh bummer and Citric man are big buddies. Georgie bushy head acts like it is a frat party and his abortion loving mate Arual is there smiling but less demure than when she was lady of the house. Â
Michael d’Bummer is not at the big service. I am thinking she/he is not about all that fake stuff…not that she/he is so great…but she /he draws a line…maybe.
You should have seen the big power couple strut in. I mean that woman acted like she owned the place… Hellery…and her side-kick with the crooked….ummmm …finger. He pointed it at us years ago…
Oh-No-Joe is speaking and it is the most ridiculous intro. Words and his wretched actions do not connect ……”
20. Some good news
Ivan replied some time back, also Amfortas, DAD we hope has not relapsed, Islme is in contact … some issues but ok, Ian J just replied now, thoroughly p’ed off by what we’re facing right now, other chaps are around about, Toodles just checked in. So that’s not a bad result, I’m thinking.
“Xeno, could you put up a notice that I’ve been banned from posting Xes, screenshots or anything else on X? Sorry to art and nature Xers who view my Xes … seems I can still like or comment though. Ta.”
Is it fair to say that our side of politics reveres those who can build fine things, from huge dams’ intricate workings to the mechanics of a car to computer tech to cabinet makers?
I for one am in awe.
And there’s a tendency, politically, to embrace trades skills whilst perhaps dismissing arty-pharty things, popular musicians and so on. I say that that’s so wrong … the skill level of a gymnast, a knitter, crochetter, finger picking guitarist etc. etc., let alone artists in the near Rembrandt league … these people are simply awesome.
My mother knitted me plenty of jumpers, inc. big, bulky woollen ones, always stolen by girlfriends … and rightly so … have we boys really looked at what they take to produce?
Here are three examples of true skill … wish I could do these things.
(0830) Morning all … snow again this morning … interesting … missed a chance to sled as it’s now rush hour. Oh well. (0914)
10. As one does of course
9. Some truly idiotic leftist woman tweeted
”Republicans are out there acting like California “deserved” these unimaginably devastating fires …”
Talk about the most astounding mendacious projection … what brings a brain to write such things? Sassafras sums it up (abridged) …
8. Men out of women’s sport please
7. Lord Toby
6. Sleep
There’ve been many bloggers and Xers, plus NHSers, on about broken or lack of sleep. Being self-centred here and speaking just de moi … I’m finding it better to do first sleep early, say 2000, waking at midnight, doing some things and posting, then a good sleep till about 0800 … it covers Stevedrops, plus this is when many could do with a new dose of posting.
This paragraph adds to what Brit pundits are saying:
“It is not clear why it should be necessary to complete such an enquiry before doing anything to prosecute and punish those who have broken existing laws. But it is clear why a full historic investigation into police and local/national government negligence and collusion would be embarrassing – and not just for Labour.”
Good point … it’s a political statement more than anything, innit?
(1700 on the dot) Evening all, hope you’re well or coping. (1724) Back after dinner. (1856) Ran out of steam, finishing up for the night, laze and gem.
19. Decor
18. Starmer
17. Trump watch
16. Not too sure what’s behind this outburst
15. Pathetic
A few thousand, as against DJT’s hundreds of millions? Hers was criminal, he did nuffink.
14. Housekeeping
A curly one, this … might be spam, might be genuine … had to think. Decided to trash, not spam, keep a copy here:
Giving this a try, there were dozens of films … something about each though offputting. If we’re older now, you and I, shirley then we should love the old films, as today’s are gauche, overly graphic and Woke?
Time to embark on a general rant now, just skip over it, never mind.
Thing is, I remember my stepfather was a mad keen member of his football club, never missed a game … then he just gave it away … suddenly … stopped his membership. Wasn’t health at that point … he just lost interest. I was much younger, natch, and was still mad keen.
But eventually I just lost interest … I could have put it down to the commercialisation of sport, to the prima donna player aspect, to this incident or that … thing was, I just lost interest … I’d look at the terrace and think nah … not now. Ditto with concerts for bands both major and unsung. Just lost interest.
Cruises, travel, flying, even hiking … nah. Romance? Nooky? Shirley that was still exciting? Could be if there was something special involved, someone special, my spouse … but dating? No thanks. Music? Songs which we all adored, esp. by, say, the Beatles, other groups … nah. Slade, The Specials, The Clash, even The Stranglers, anything Live-Aid like, Springsteen, even Steppenwolf … just lost interest. Classical? Some, not all.
Some songs still stand up for sure, some films … absolutely … we’ve seen a few of them at the site here. Go out dancing? Go out for someone else’s commercial cooking? No thanks. Someone special cooking at home … different other matter … of course that would be great. Or me cooking for her more like … better after-dinner result. Going out for a romantic walk, a carnival? Well of course, except in 2024, when there’s the ever-presnt knifing or rape danger … different world now.
Blog and X/Gab friends? Excellent, would not swap this for the world … not the slightest dipping of energy since 2001, not even today when a bit out of it. No, this is rewarding.
It’s just other things people are doing out there which pale … they can keep them now. Affectation? Maybe.
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Late note: the ticker just showed a new upload by a gal called Stacey, asking, “Flute in a rock song?” Quick thinking on my part … could she, an American, mean Tull? Yep, sure could … Thick as a Brick.
Now, as a purist, I want to hear both sides one and two in full and can’t imagine a curtailed, commercial hack-job organised for vloggers. But it’s her … should be interesting what she thinks. Any good, I’ll run it here sometime.
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(1643) Live version of Tull, so shorter version allowed … awful titles over the performance, p,us she insisted on long advert two minutes in. Apart from that, she said Ian Anderson made it … I say her reaction made it … loves her music, not just a vlog to make money … maybe it is. Tull as good as ever.
Plus Toodles wrote, the icing on the cake. Was wondering if my sledding was to blame for the malaise. Nah … something I ate later, plus the cold. The sledding was a blast. Best to all our patrons and other readers.
(1043) Not sure about a filum today, none ready, plenty of politics though. (1258)
11. Moosh corner
And that romantic song?
10. Steve at 933
9. Poor poor pitiful me Phillips
Just a word about Lisa … she’s a regular, concerned with what we are … just a bit oblique in some conclusion drawing … but still luvv her, the pretty grandmother she is.
8. The Palisades inferno
What a sad place California is, in the grip of these Wokeleft mongrels. I can quite believe JVL above … they want to do something vindictive against the red counties? Do something like this, lyst as in NC with water. Sorry but the Woke left establishment are diabolical.
7. While there’s certainly humour in this, cobbers
… there’s also something unhumorous … one thing … and it was in an item on Gab about there being no such thing as Australia, no such thing as Australians. Pretty sure it was satire … site was Flat Earth Society … it went on and on, in the vein of something Miles Mathis would write … and it was illustrating how someone not on the ground but connecting snippets from afar … something we ourselves have to do, can get it wrong … hell, even Sherlock Holmes got it wrong and had to start over … but …
… and it’s a big butt again …
… the aim of this trolling is to negate in people’s minds the Miles Mathises … summary negation … turning away … which suits Them fine … and therein lies the ultimate purpose of the trolling.
While I can negate the negator here, simply as I’ve driven up the east coast, west coast and up the guts and it looked pretty real to me … it’s still asking you to believe, on my say-so, that I was ever in Oz … eventually, it comes down to those we trust and why. Plus trust on which points?
And how can we know if IYE and DAD are in France, that Steve was a para, that Andy is a bowls champ? At some point, laze and gem, faith rears its beautiful head, doesn’t it? Do we have faith in anything?
