May 9th, 2024
Ongoing protest/police activity at UD’s GW tonight.

The school newspaper has up to the minute updates.

May 9th, 2024
Chexodus

UD thanks her sister.

May 9th, 2024
No shit.

When Necheles characterized Daniels’ e-commerce operation as “shilling,” the adult film star snapped back that Trump — who is currently hawking sneakers and Bibles with his name on them — does the same.

Not unlike Mr. Trump,” she replied.

May 9th, 2024
‘[B]eyond the specific issue of abortion, you’re in places with more patients who think vaccines will kill them, that Covid was a globalist conspiracy theory, and that you’re trying to indoctrinate their grandchildren into transgenderism.’

Our mentally retarded, dog-gunning states are now out of the closet – they’re the states with humongoid abortion bans. Turns out new MDs of all kinds don’t want to start their careers there, while significant numbers of established ob/gyns can’t get out fast enough.

UD sees this as a win-win. Kristi Noem’s rabid pack doesn’t believe in science, anyway; they’re happy to pray to the lord for healing. Physicians want to help people who want to be helped. It all works out.

Next to go – medical schools in the earth is six thousand years old states?

May 8th, 2024
Noem Goes Hoem

With her tail between her legs.

May 8th, 2024
Kristi Noem on her way to…

dispatch them.

May 8th, 2024
Poem.
GARRETT PARK

The day here begins in the eighteenth century:
No trains, planes, or automobiles. Birdsong, rather.
A farmer's market lays out tables down the street.
A choir in the Catholic church rehearses.

At eight the trains arrive from Harper's Ferry.
The industrial revolution is underway.
Handmowers, mailboxes, dishwashers, bicycles.
The buzz also of dogwalkers talking among themselves.

Cars are the following era, and planes from Reagan,
But cars are few, and planes keep their distance.
There's still not quite the din of the twentieth century.
Still a village quiet. Quieter still


Is the twenty-first. The dogwalkers walk heads down
At their cell phones. Electric cars are silent.
Evenings of course are timeless - black skies, stars -
Except for the strange passage of satellites.
May 8th, 2024
‘Asked last week if any of Mr. Kennedy’s health issues could compromise his fitness for the presidency, Stefanie Spear, a spokeswoman for the Kennedy campaign, told The Times, “That is a hilarious suggestion, given the competition.”’

And besides, the brain parasite is dead.

May 8th, 2024
MY gwu.edu email has lit up like crazy as…

… 33 people – some students, some not – are arrested after a long and disruptive protest.

May 7th, 2024
Wire-haired pointers, boxers…

The Republican breed certainly makes good copy.

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It’s true what they say – he really does have the common touch!

[Stormy Daniels] remembers Trump saying ‘I thought we were getting somewhere.’

‘”If you wanted to get out of the trailer park,” Daniels remembers Trump stating.

May 6th, 2024
‘Despite being made of metal, Dr Foyle also points out the object is surprisingly fragile.’

SOS says: Good on Dr Foyle for being able to point out anything.

May 6th, 2024
The Unbearable Brightness of Greening

On a misty morning, the view from UD‘s front stoop.

May 6th, 2024
Boxelders Mating

I think boxelders. I think mating.

May 5th, 2024
Moments after Trump called Jack Smith a fucking asshole at a speech at a fundraiser last night, one of the attendees got up and called Trump “the person who God has chosen” to lead.

UD does wonder about the nature of evangelical Christianity these days.

But as one pro-Trump evangelical leader eloquently puts it:

Irregardless of how overt he is with his faith, he always made faith something he was a stalwart for.”

May 4th, 2024
King Lear by Kristi; Folsom Prison Blues by Kristi

Howl, howl, howl, howl! O you are a bad puppy!

As for your tongue, and eyes, I shoot them so,

That Heav’ns vault should crack. O good she is gone forever!

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A reader writes:

Folsom Prison Blues by Kristi

When I was just a baby,
my mama told me, “Kris,
don’t ever kill a puppy
your daughter’s gonna miss.”

But I shot a dog named Cricket
just to watch her die.
When that didn’t cure my bloodlust,
I gave the goat a try.

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