tulsi speech at tpusa — i wish she wouldn’t dignify them with her presence, but if you want to be president, you should dignify as many of us as you can while making certain you are as dignified as ever you can be — i really hate her solemn spiritual master charlatan cadence toward that end, but it’s pretty much mandatory to the participation of the weak-minded — so she covers all her bases — and i’m pretty sure she’s changed her position on gun control, or softened it, but i can’t remember what gave me that distinct impression — almost certainly on a podcast, but if someone knows of it, please advise, because, much as i do NOT want a woman president — nobody EVER listens to me — if we’re going to have one, it really SHOULD be tulsi
oooooooo, goodie for me — you know, i almost got my eardrums blown out from my effort to meet bernie taupin when i was a young woman — do not EVER [still] go to an elton john concert if you value your ears — i’ve been to a million extremely loud concerts and not one of them can hold a candle to elton’s volume, but i’d been invited to one, given a backstage pass, even — i was SO hoping bernie would be back there so i could pick his brain about song writing, but my abjection to physical PAIN and mortification from all the fatally-hip musicians between me and backstage, i just ran screaming out of the building — anyway, i STILL think bernie taupin is practically god
russians discussing russianly — in english, with insight
dershowitz being dershowitzy — much as i revile his filthy zionist bullshit and his fiddling around with epstein — the man is a serious, serious, serious ass good lawyer — good american — it drives me nuts i can’t just hate him for his failings instead of love/hate him for his services to our country with the filthy pall around it
every time i hear a note of the bad company album — i’m shot back to when it first came out and it was blasting from the house’s outdoor speakers while we all hung in the most excellent driveway at a house about a block up the hill from the service station in mill valley where carlos santana in his snakeskin boots used to eye me up one side and down the other betimes — often enough that it would cross my mind he might be down there, miffed that it wasn’t his album we were wearing out from playing over and over and over and over into infinity there — i think we’d already worn out his album by then — and particularly the title song — wiped it out with ultra-love-peace-groovin’
oh, i plum forgot there’s a gareth icke
tell you what, i never missed ’em even a little
in case you can’t tell, i’ve been trying to avoid thinking about this all night
