The hinterland, the hinterland, we're gonna sail to the the hinterland, it's so far far farfarfar, farfar far away, it's so fa fa fafafa, da da da da dadada
Many Americans angrier that cosplaying crackers ransacked
Pelosi's office than angry that 4000 Americans are dying daily
by deliberate institutional incompetence in the service of shitlord profits
Meanwhile look over there >>>>
Trump now permanently banned from twaater out of fear what he will incite
I will bark this again: Ruth Bader Ginsberg's Death *the* pivotal event of this election
Shitlords changed horses, if Ginsberg hadn't died, Trump would have won
When Trump and his followers, and not just the dopes cosplaying Davy Crockett, say shitlords had their thumbs on the scale, true
the entire tone of Trump coverage changed after Ginsberg's death, and major breaking bad for Trump stories
like the NYT piece on his shit finances and dumpster fire tax problems, which could have been released months earlier, dropped
Anyway, twaater - within their legal rights, etc - killing the high priest of conspiracies while the incoming president tells them to chill with the conspiracy shit
confirms the conspiracies for the conspiracists and martyrs the high priest.
I type these 16 boxes with the second from the right in the second row: as the plague reminded us, our shitlords never let a clusterfuck go to waste
Think of the photos of cops in riot gear before a BLM march and cops not at crackerevolution
Any new laws against speech and assembly will be written with *you* in mind, not Davy Cracker
Reminder: shitlords don't see hippies versus crackers, they see subjects they can pit against each other instead of uniting against them
The question is why would shitlords so provocatively incite the reaction they say the banning was done to prevent?
Kidding, rhetorical that, above and below.
The question is why would crackers incite shitlords to crack back on crackers the way crackers said shitlords would crack back?
Bowie born 74
years ago yday
my favorite Bowie
song ever, folk
can vouch, my
most air-guitared
song ever
I can vouch
WOODWORK
Bill Manhire
Children are building their teacher a coffin.
There it is in the paper, somewhere in Holland,
a good plain coffin made of many parts,
and two of the children
call each day and talk to the teacher
to keep the teacher posted. Is she happy?
She is ill but quite contented.
What will they give her to take with her
into the earth at last, or across those borders
where only teachers travel? There is dark energy there
and multiplication tables, and many children are in a room
with chisels and planes and spirit levels.
They must be making something wonderful.
Everything needs to be straight.
I made a boat, a tie-rack, a wooden spoon.
The boat sat on a mantlepiece in several different houses.
It was happy with its yellow funnel,
somewhere it is sailing. And everywhere children
are waving and working hard.
They are building their teacher a coffin.
I can be angry about multiple things. Because I can reject the either/or, which is pretty obviously a false binary in this case.
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