UD thanks Al.
Honesty. John Eastman, Trump revolutionary who conspired to overthrow the United States government, speaks honestly about his anti-democratic praxis to Lauren Windsor. His pride in his almost-successful subversion of America shines forth just as strongly, in this exchange, as his anger at turncoat Mike Pence and at traitorous inside-the-Beltway RINOs more interested in their “cushy,” materialistic lives than sacrificing for the revolution.
Eastman himself seems to have made about $500,000 a year as a law school dean, but that’s not materialistic because he was doing the Lord’s work.
… You’ve called McConnell a dumb son of a bitch… You’ve called almost everyone who matters a jerk a fool an idiot an imbecile a cretin…
When do I get mine? I wait and I wait and time passes and then today!
Today Nancy Pelosi called me a moron.
That was supposed to be you! I was supposed to suffer abuse at your hands and grovel for more. Instead, Pelosi takes the words out of your mouth!
Don’t let the Dems win. TALK DIRTY TO ME.”
Or not. Apparently Sermon Stealing is worth noticing (by the New York Times!) on a sort of high-season basis, when one instance of it goes viral and prompts urgent discussion about the morality of getting emotional in front of the flock and testifying to someone else’s love of Jesus as if it were your own.
This latest shock and awe that ill-educated inspirationalists copy their betters will blow over in a sec, and the Bible Belt Industrial Complex will resume operations.
Young seemed to have set the standard impossibly high, but state senator Lora Reinbold has been in there slugging away for some time, and has now attracted national attention.
‘Alaska lawmaker blasted airline for ‘mask tyranny.’ Now she’s banned from the only flights to the capital.‘
That’s the Washington Post headline; plenty more like that all over the place. The germ theory of disease hasn’t reached Alaska yet, and Reinhold sees no reason to pretend that it has. She’s picked so many fights with Alaska Airlines personnel (the cops got called to one of them) over their silly pointless masking rules that the airline has banned her; and, well, Alaska… Not all that easy to get around. Only one airline available to her. So now she’s Nanook of the North, trudging, over many years, fingers frostbit as she clings to ice floes, to get to the capitol – but she’s also banned from most parts of the capitol building! – and now she emerges as a national heroine, a pioneering inspiration among her fellow anti-vax, anti-mask, anti-science, anti-evolution Americans. Just wait until Alaska secedes from the United States! The tyranny of empiricism will finally come to an end.
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UD thanks JKW for correcting her: Young is in the House, not the Senate.
Ever since he was a little boy, Josh has defended misunderstood domestic terrorists. Now that he’s all grown up, he’s leading them!
The best version. Obviously.
… UD votes for Your Love Is Lifting Me Higher and Higher… but the Rita Coolidge version!
The morning after a sad Zoom session with four of UD‘s old friends, she found this old English folk song in one of her piano music books and really took to it, singing and playing away, and finding its lyrics profound.
Come, let’s be merry, let’s be airy,
‘Tis a folly to be sad.
Come, let’s be merry, let’s be airy,
‘Tis a folly to be sad.
For, since the world’s gone mad, mad, mad,
Why alone should we be wise,
And like dull fools, and like dull fools,
Like dull fools gaze on other men’s joys?
Let not tomorrow bring you sorrow,
While the stream of life flows on,
Let not the morrow bring you sorrow,
While the stream of life flows on;
But when the cheerful day is gone
Still endeavour that the next
Shall be as gay, shall be as gay,
Be as gay and as little perplexed.
If you have leisure, follow pleasure,
Let not an hour of joy pass by.
If you have leisure, follow pleasure,
Let not an hour of joy pass by.
For as the fleeting moments fly,
Time it will your youth decay;
Then try to live, then try to live
Then try to live and enjoy while you may.
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Lotte Lehmann tells you how to sing it. Frank O’Hara elaborates on it:
Two communities outside Birmingham, Alabama, are
still searching for their dead.” —News Telecast
And tomorrow morning at 8 o’clock in Springfield, Massachusetts,
my oldest aunt will be buried from a convent.
Spring is here and I’m staying here, I’m not going.
Do birds fly? I am thinking my own thoughts, who else’s?
When I die, don’t come, I wouldn’t want a leaf
to turn away from the sun— it loves it there.
There’s nothing so spiritual about being happy
but you can’t miss a day of it, because it doesn’t last.
So this is the devil’s desire? Well I was born to dance.
It’s a sacred duty, like being in love with an ape,
and eventually I’ll reach some great conclusion, like assumption,
when at last I meet exhaustion in these flowers, go straight up.
…for President Warren.
The compleat Louisiana State University student, Li’l Cade The Frat Man smiles at you from his latest mug shot. Get lost in his baby blues and you’ll find everything that makes LSU the fabled school that it is: Sports, Sadism, and Stupefacients.
Witnesses described being forced to lie on broken glass, face down while they both sprayed with a hose, had milk crates thrown at them, and were urinated on.
Duckworth was booked on three counts of misdemeanor criminal hazing (misdemeanor) and one count each of attempted second degree battery, second degree battery and false imprisonment — all felonies.
This was not Duckworth’s first brush with the law. In 2017, he was arrested following a home invasion and burglary near LSU. During a search of the home where the reported robbery took place, police found marijuana and MDMA, also known as ecstasy. Duckworth was booked on one count of possession with intent to distribute …
Honey, only two things missing – sexual assault and possession of an illegal AK47 – and you know the cops is gonna find them iffn they just look more careful.
You can read up on LSU right here on this here blog iffn you want some background on how a university becomes famous for spawning vast colonies of students like this here Li’l Cade. I mean, the place’d be nuthin without its Greek life.
This is apparently the last place Hungarian passion expressed itself. Poor Viktor Orban.
How do you convince the tiny female population you have left to become state-sponsored brood mares? Orban himself produced five children. Maybe the solution is for him to visit targeted Hungarian homes and fuck any woman under the age of forty whether she likes it or not.
“One, two, three, four! One, two, three, four! Come on, comrades, put a bit of life into it! One, two, three … I’m thirty-nine and I’ve had four children.”