Then Don goes bitching about the mic set-up at the debate. What a whiny little ***** this dude is. I nearly burst into tears, such was my empathy. I was so glad when somebody else besides me noted the similarities between Donny and Mussolini. I mean, come on, Don. I took that course. Now he’s bragging about how he hasn’t paid taxes in years. Wystan Hugh Auden says it best: “Intellectual disgrace stares from every human face”. Auden was great at parties.
“When you’re listening to “A String of Pearls” in twilight on Boundary Pass you know you’re at this Outpost of Empire. We’re back. Let’s capitalize on that. This gig is goin great. The votes are in and Glenn Miller and his orchestra are the big winners this evening. “Perfidia”. “American Patrol”. “In the Mood”. That’s how it goes. That’s the way it’s always been with me. What I mean is the job isn’t bad but the pay’s nothing. It’s the calmness at twilight out here because it isn’t always like this.
You start thinking about what’s it gonna be tonight? Mexican or British? What’s happening in the kitchen? It’s right in my kitchen. I mean “Better come in the kitchen, cause it’s going to be raining outside”. That’s when you know the forecast and you’re good with it. It’s all good. And then you just don’t care anymore. Because you’ve won, handsome. You made it and it didn’t matter if anybody noticed because this here is it!
Drown me with a spoon the “Maasdam” is just coming through Boundary Pass. A beautiful ship. Holland America Line. Sailing west heading for Haro Strait. A bit down in the bow and listing to port but that’s the sort of thing nobody on board ever notices. I apologize this image isn’t a bit sharper. I dropped the camera. 1250 passengers. 580 crew. Outbound for Sydney, Australia by way of Hawaii and the South Pacific. Holland America Line is headquartered in Seattle, Wa. I didn’t know that.
We’d just like to acknowledge the kind feed-back from the good people of Sequim, Washington and their kind forbearance for the the fact that (an expression my mother told me never to use) the site didn’t know the correct pronounciation of the name of their fine town. Pronounced “Squim”. You know, I seen it on a map and always thought of it as “See-quim” but that is just plain wrong. Next up on KSQM Miss Peggy Lee and “Why Don’t You Do Right (Get Me Some Money Too)” . Tomorrow night Iggy Pop’s coming in with some “Raw Power” and I know we’re going to get a load of that.
Thank you for your kind interest in this little travelogue. We appreciate it. Stay with us. We’ll be right back after these important messages.
“The stakes for self-aggrandizement have never been higher. Reference one Donald Trump. You know what? He’s not a bad guy if you don’t have to do business with him. I’ve lost, myself personally, far more money than I ever made by investing in Trump. That makes me a Democrat but no surprise there.”
“There’s a fifth dimension, and maybe a sixth or seventh, or who knows how long this can go on, maybe just until November 8, beyond that which is unknown to crazy Ann Coulter. It’s a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity.”
“It’s the middle ground between light and shadow, science and superstition, and lies and insanity, and it lies between the pit of our fears and the summit of knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination and bad acting. It’s an area we call the Twilight Zone.”
“You’re traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mindless stupidity and paranoia, a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination and cretinism and vulgarity. That’s the signpost up ahead–next stop November 8 Twilight Zone.”
“You’re traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind, a world inhabited by plum loco human beings like Kellyanne Conway. It’s a journey into a wondrously awful land whose boundaries are beyond your wildest bad dream. Your next stop… the Twilight Zone.
“You unlock this door with the key of imagination and a strong stomach. Beyond it is another dimension, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind-altering fakers like Stephen Bannon. You’re moving into a land of both shadow and substance and third-rate scripts and worse ideas; you’ve just crossed over into the Twilight Zone.”
“Your democracy is not a toy. If it was it’d be here and I don’t see it”.
Is that it? That’s the best you can do? Just put it up there, your testosterone-fuelled blood-lust? And how you poison the mind. Eats its own sick, dog. Merry Christmas in Daesh-land.
You murderous clowns are worse than the worst of the Irrational Rangers of Assassination (IRA) and you’re not even drunk. I’ve no pity for you. You’re up there with the Nazis. Good job. The drugs are working.
“The mouth of them that speak lies shall be stopped.”
This thing about “infidels” and “apostates”. Are we to languish in our holes and not take issue while the true infidels and apostates act with impunity? It’s sad, really.
Nemo me impuni lacessit. I believe it. You believe it.
A scourge. Vile. Words aren’t adequate to describe a half-wit pounding an ancient statue with a sledge hammer. ‘The vandals took the handles’. Such a concentration of filth. Oh my, but it smells.
“But those that seek my soul, to destroy it, shall go into the lower parts of the earth. They shall fall by the sword: they shall be a portion for foxes“.
Yea, it is written. They shall also be a portion for Hellfire missiles arriving at 995 mph. Technology won’t save us. But it doesn’t hurt to put the wind up this scum. Vaporize him who can. Feliz Navidad.
Never has the world seen such a concentration of small penises in grown men. A big part of it has to be sordid, sick sexual frustation. The only way this vermin can get laid is by rape. Joyeux Nöel.