The truly funny part about this video is that it was posted in July. Randy Rainbow just had a feeling, I guess…but I don’t need to know the details.
Soooo, in a continuation of the Great Emasculation, Hillary Clinton and Donald “Tic Tac” Trump will appear at a town hall style forum in St Louis, MO (6 pm, PT), wherein inexplicably undecided voters will ask questions of the candidates.
Hillary will attempt to behave in a statesman-like manner, while barely containing her giggles and snorts in regard to the state of her opponent’s campaign; and Donald will flop and flail around like a potty-mouthed steelhead landed next to the fish ladder — you almost made it, little guy! — and will probably say something that will cause me to choke on my popcorn within the first 15 minutes.
Join us, whether you’re just hanging out in the comments section, or doing hard-hitting live commentary on the 2016 presidential race (somebody should, I guess), or just pointing and laughing your ass off like the rest of us.
EDIT: Here’s one of the places you can watch the aforementioned clusterfuck:
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I found one of these videos posted in the Raw Story comments by “sam202.” All the words are Trump’s own, but a genius named Peter Serafinowicz dubbed him to sound all catty and Liberace-like.
I think the dubbed voice is more appropriate for the gossipy content of Trump’s speeches anyway.
This is our totally late — so late we’re down to leftovers — open thread.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
~Lt Col John McRae
This is our daily open thread — In Memoriam of those service members who died while serving their country.
In 1968, my family was living outside of the U.S., in a little place no one has heard of since, namely Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. I was nine years old and only beginning to become aware of the world outside family, neighborhood, and school.
I was the kind of kid who was outside from morning ’til the street lights came on, so television — especially the news — was way down my list of interesting things to do. Dad turned on the six o’clock news every night, and I began to realize that the world (the U.S., my world) was burning — literally.
By the time we left Gitmo, I was going on eleven years old, and I knew two things for sure:
War is bloody and horrible and fucked up, and we need to find a better way to deal with our disagreements.
People need to be able to stand up for themselves and their rights — civil or otherwise — and speak their minds, without being beaten, fire hosed, or killed.
I was a naive child who thought we’d have these things figured out by the time I had children. Ha! Said children are 28 and 33 years old, and just look at what we’ve done to this country…hell, the world.
I admit it: I can’t get enough of Drumpf getting the shit startled out of him when a protester made it past the security gates (although not on stage). I wish I were more of a computer geek, so I could make a loop of the initial panicked grabbing of the podium, through the “I just want to go home” look when the secret service guys let him go back to inciting the crowd.
Drumpf was probably hoping they’d just rush him back onto the Drumpf Aeroplane, so he could he could have a bit of a crying jag — and then have his manservant bring him fresh drawers. He talks tough, but I think he actually pissed himself in Dayton, OH.
You reap what you sow, you bombastic blibbering baboon.
Bernie Sanders, one of the Democratic Presidential candidates for 2016, made his debut on Saturday Night Live last night. He appeared in a Titanic skit with his twin separated at birth, Larry David. Naturally, Bernie always gets his message across!
Sanders shouted, “I’m so upset with the one percent getting this preferential treatment,” before making a suggestion: “Enough is enough. We need to unite and work together if we’re going to get through this.”
“Sounds like Socialism to me,” David said, dismissing him.
“Democratic socialism!” Sanders countered.
“What’s the difference?” David asked.
Mimicking Donald Trump, Sanders replied, “Yuuuuge difference.”
Pretty damn good timing, Bernie!!
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With the passing of Alan Rickman, David Bowie, Glenn Frey, and especially our own EbbandFlow, I think we can agree that this year really can’t get any worse — and that is not me issuing the universe a friggin’ challenge.
Let’s take it easy on ourselves the rest of the year, eh?
I know I’ve posted this video a few times over the years, in one form or another, but I’m posting it again.
Why? That’s a good question. I’m glad you asked.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m feeling especially pessimistic or cynical these days, but I’m thinking that we haven’t learned anything over the past year. Maybe it’s just that the United States is absolutely fucking bonkers right now, and I’m having trouble seeing the good in the world; or maybe we’re at a critical turning point, and, much like correcting a naughty child, the behavior gets much worse before it starts getting better.
I hope it’s both, and I hope the “getting better” part starts happening soon.
This is the last Sunday Roast of the year — What do you think?
Weirdly enough, it’s December AGAIN. Where did this year go?
Anyhoo, this seems to be the time of year when people are interested in cooking a big holiday dinner for the family and friends. Not me, of course, but some other people. You know who you are. 🙂
So I thought to myself, “Self, why not do food posts for the month of December?” And I replied, “Self, that seems like not all that much work…I mean, GREAT IDEA!! People will love this!!”
Well, ’tis the season of giving, so I give you a lovely ham video. Personally, I’m glad I’m not scrubbing that pan after dinner. Yikes.
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The Day of the Dead is a celebration held every year on November 1 and 2, mostly in southern and central Mexico, but celebrations are held all over the world — sometimes called “All Saints Day” or “All Souls Day.” They are days to remember departed loved one, and celebrate their lives with prayer, food, flowers, and sugar skulls that bear the name of the departed on the forehead.
Traditions connected with the holiday include building private altars called ofrendas, honoring the deceased using sugar skulls, marigolds, and the favorite foods and beverages of the departed, and visiting graves with these as gifts. Visitors also leave possessions of the deceased at the graves.
Although I have never visited a loved one’s grave after burial, and never intend to do so, I like the Day of the Dead because it’s a celebration of life, rather than a remembrance of illness, tragedy, and death. And sugar skulls — which are amazing works of art!
This is our daily open thread — Don’t forget that annoying time change thing.
It’s getting to be cranberry season!! Everybody cheer!! Or whine, if necessary. Go ahead, we’ll wait. *looking at watch*
I luvs me some cranberries — especially since they’re grown in Oregon. Throw a handful of dried cranberries in my morning oatmeal, and I won’t get upset. Hand me a refreshing glass of cranberry juice, cut 50/50 with ice-cold soda water, and I will follow you around the rest of the evening — fair warning. How about a whole cranberry dipped in chocolate — OMG!!!!
The only cranberry thing I don’t like is that wiggly jiggly can-shaped cranberry “sauce.” It’s too sweet, and the texture makes my tongue want to slap me, and cry “Why? How could you do this to me!?” Then I have to sooth it with a large slice of pumpkin pie, because I’m nice like that.
Okay, enough of my raptures. What Fall flavors are your favorites, and what are you most looking forward to preparing/eating? Recipes are welcome!
This is our daily open thread — Mmmmm, cranberries…
This is a few years old, but still pertinent, as Thom scrapes away at the white-washing — literally and figuratively — of the life and actions of Christopher Columbus. It’s absolutely sickening, and a horrifying indicator of the coming genocide of the indigenous peoples of the Americas.
Thank goodness the holiday isn’t until Monday — you have time to get to the mall for that big sale.
I found this on facebook, which found it on The San Francisco Globe. Never heard of it before, but I haven’t heard of everything yet. Heh.
I watched this video until my eyeballs went googley, and then I watched it some more the next day. Here’s the info:
John Edmark is an inventor, designer and artist who teaches design at Stanford University in Palo Alto, CA. One of his latest creations is a series of 3D-printed sculptures designed with proportions corresponding to the Fibonacci Sequence. When Edmark’s sculptures are spun at just the right frequency under a strobe light, a rather magical effect occurs: the sculptures seem to be animated or alive! The rotation speed is set to match the strobe flashes such that every time the sculpture rotates 137.5º, there is one corresponding flash from the strobe light.
These masterful illusions are the result of a marriage between art and mathematics. Fibonacci’s Sequence is defined as a recurrent relationship that can be expressed as F_n = F_{n-1} + F_{n-2}… where the first two digits of the sequence can be defined as F_1=1, and F_2=1. What this means is that the sequence starts with two 1’s, and each following digit is determined by adding together the previous two. Therefore, Fibonacci’s Sequence begins: {1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89…} etc.
What does all that mean? No seriously, I’m asking — what does all that mean? I dunno, but it creates some pretty cool designs and amazingly mesmerizing video. Or a dude in Palo Alto has way too much time on his hands — could be that.
This is our daily open thread — Watch the video over and over…
As if the GOP “debates” aren’t enough of a clusterfuck, the DNC has decided to put their own brand of screws to the democratic process. Because Hillary Clinton. And big money in politics, of course.
I know it’s a day early, but it’s just a short video on Labor Day, from the History Channel, so take a few minutes to watch it. I’ll wait!
Hey, isn’t it AWESOME that the State of Oregon was the first to legalize Labor Day as a holiday in 1887? I’m not sure I’ve said this before, but I love Oregon!!
Labor unions fought hard for the workers, and we can thank them for the eight-hour work day, weekends, better wages, safer working conditions, pensions, and more.
Unfortunately, corporate America/the ruling class/the 1% succeeded in making “union” a dirty word, and pitted workers against one another to help them forget that unions protect the workers themselves, and severely diminished unions in this country.
So enjoy your day off on Monday, even if you have to hit the mall for back to school supplies, but while you’re there, spare a thought for those who worked so hard to get you that day off — and all your other days off.
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Okay, I know this video is from 2013, but it was taken in the high desert around Joshua Tree — which is the land of my birth — so I had to use it.
My eldest son was born 33 years ago, yesterday. When he was little, I told him that the annual Perseid meteor shower was a light show just for his birthday. Of course, it was a total lie, but it was a lot of fun and pretty damned convenient, so don’t judge me.
Now I just have to stop hyperventilating over the fact that I have a child who is 33 years old. Breathe…
This is our daily open thread — Don’t forget to look up.
The “Phony Express” clip seems most appropriate here…dunno why…
If there’s enough alcohol on the planet, a couple people might take on the Alternet GOP drinking game, but — FAIR WARNING — if you do, you will die.
You have been warned!!
Here’s the deal: All y’all are on your own for watching the Clown Car Clusterfuck, but please feel free to leave your in-the-moment thoughts and impressions in the comments section. Sarcasm, temper tantrums, and snide comments are welcome — in fact, they’re encouraged!
Do your worst, my Critters and Zoosters, cuz you know the GOP clowns will be doing the same.
I’m sure some you out there in the Land of the Interwebs are wondering to yourselves and others, “Why all the pomp and circumstance around removing the heinous Confederate flag?”
I’ll tell you why: Because we were brought up with manners, and it’s best to remember that — always.
Wait…what? Yeah, you heard me — manners.
Had the horrible, shameful Confederate flag been removed from the grounds of the South Carolina statehouse by the on-duty maintenance man, who promptly tucked it under his arm, walked to the nearest garbage bin, deposited said horrible flag, and then kicked over the bin — the way we all wish it had been done (or worse) — the ENTIRE story in the media would be the weeping and wailing over the lack of respect given to an important part of our history. Which would give rise to us missing the damn point. AGAIN. STILL.
The Confederate flag is a part of U.S. history — like it or not. History that is not kind or good, nothing to be proud of, nor is it remotely humane — like much of our history. But like so much of our history, a story was built up around the Confederate flag and the Civil War, and it became romanticized through novels, movies, television series, and even our history books. We found a way to live with ourselves — to generously forgive ourselves — for perpetrating the unforgivable crime of enslaving our fellow human beings to lay the foundation of our promising new nation, and enrich ourselves in the process.
The flag became a fanciful imaginary symbol of “Southern Pride,” whatever that is, and Southern “heritage,” which is claimed to be in no way racist or hateful. But here’s the problem with such notions: They. Are. Not. Reality. The Confederate flag was created and acknowledged as a symbol of the Confederate States of America, whose purpose was to continue slavery and enforce white supremacy, along with other treasonous ideas. More info in this article on Vox.
So the shameful Confederate flag has had more than its fair share of exposure and misplaced pride/nostalgia, and it’s time to put it in the Smithsonian museum with all the other relics, where we’ll teach and learn (re-learn, if necessary) the facts about one of the most terrible times in our history and the fall-out that continues to this very day.
If it takes remembering our manners and a bit of pomp and circumstance to achieve that with a minimum of fuss (or what counts as a lack of fuss these days), I can live with it — because it’s an excellent start.
This is our daily open thread — Let’s brace ourselves for the backlash…
How does anyone get out of primary school without knowing basic facts about our own country? These people think they’re cute, but being so fucking stupid does not qualify as cuteness.
No wonder this country is in such deep shit. So embarrassed…
This is our daily open thread — Get a clue, morans!!
Saturday morning, Bree Newsome took matters into her own hands and removed the Confederate flag — a flag that celebrates a heritage of racism, slavery, and treason — from in front of the South Carolina State House.
Newsome and others calling themselves “concerned citizens” released a statement explaining, “Deciding to do what the SC Legislature has thus far neglected to do, the group took down the symbol of white supremacy that inspired the massacre, continued to fly at full mast in defiance of South Carolina’s grief, and flew in defiance of everyone working to actualize a more equitable Carolinian future.”
The flag was soon replaced, but the image of Newsome climbing that pole and removing it is indelible.
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