Everyone's talking about bathrooms for chicks with dicks and not about Obama's lying ass general factotum Ben Rhodes and our knee-pad wearing know very little to nothing journalism industry.
Right wingers call them lap dog media. How so? Lapdogs sit on their owner's laps and be petted and fed and cared for. American media is more useful than that. They're more like working dogs. Faithful working dogs. Not hunting dogs, not sporting dogs, real working dogs. Still dogs, always reliabe to throw up on your carpet, shed all over the place, slober on your dress pants, bark, bite, roll in poo, tear up the trash, pee on your bushes, squat on your new sod, burrs in thier coat, still dogs.
Bathroom controversy is us being trolled.
Know what's not us being trolled?
A bum offered me a litte dry bud of marijuana today. That is a first.
How did that come about?
Earlier today I bought a potato. Walked two whole blocks just to buy a potato. On the way back I ipassed Sports Authority that's having a huge sale, going out of business, a lot of odd people in and out of that placae, and right beyond that is parking with a parpet wall. A bum was sitting there on the wall, a good place for afternoon sun, and he goes, "Hey! Nice day innit. Not too cold anymore. Say, do you smoke pot?"
"Nope. Can't walk if I do."
"the thing is, I got a little weed but I'm looking for two dollars to buy a beer."
I sat on the parapet next to him. Took off mybackpack and dug out my wallet, say aloud. "I'm down to my last $14.00 cash. *boink* here's 2."
"Thanks, Buddy. I'll see ya around and pay ya back."
"Don't do that. Just forget it." Then he walked with me the whole rest of the way because now he's buying his beer at the bottleshop underneath where I live.
I say bum becuause he bummed $2.00 for a beer but other than that he turned out to be a regular person, a typical conversationalist.
An hour elapsed. I stepped out again for a 5 alarm hoagie (It's not alarming) and a gallon of milk. See, I'm triangulating these things with the potato. On the way back I'm walking along and that guy again came up from the behind me and overtook my pace to catch up walked beside me again and said, "Look. Here. Have this bud." And showed me a marijuana bud right there on Broadway. Take it. Thanks for the beer."
I look down and see an itty bitty little green tight dry bud cupped in his hand sufficient for one bowl. He's giving it to me. I'm trying to walk.
Now isn't that sweet? He ran to catch up to give it to me. For the beer.
Bum's got my back. "No thank you. But thank you for offering." That's never happened before.
That's the second odd offer in two days. Offers from the street, out at large.
Yesterday I was stopped and offered an electric wheelchair. "I'm getting rid of the wheelchair and I wanted to offer it to you first before taking it in."
I don't even know the person. Just someone I stopped and talked to one time. I dont' know his name or anything.
These two stories are examples of everyday things that are the opposite of being trolled by community activist president. Rather than trolling and straight bumming, they are assisting in their odd street-level ways, things that I cannot avail, but still, don't look a gift horse in the mouth or whatever that means. These two street-level people who I don't even know are more directly impacful to me than master troll level president's provocations.
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No, we know.
Pissy hates it.
Obama troll level: master.
Everyone's talking about bathrooms for chicks with dicks and not about Obama's lying ass general factotum Ben Rhodes and our knee-pad wearing know very little to nothing journalism industry.
Right wingers call them lap dog media. How so? Lapdogs sit on their owner's laps and be petted and fed and cared for. American media is more useful than that. They're more like working dogs. Faithful working dogs. Not hunting dogs, not sporting dogs, real working dogs. Still dogs, always reliabe to throw up on your carpet, shed all over the place, slober on your dress pants, bark, bite, roll in poo, tear up the trash, pee on your bushes, squat on your new sod, burrs in thier coat, still dogs.
Bathroom controversy is us being trolled.
Know what's not us being trolled?
A bum offered me a litte dry bud of marijuana today. That is a first.
How did that come about?
Earlier today I bought a potato. Walked two whole blocks just to buy a potato. On the way back I ipassed Sports Authority that's having a huge sale, going out of business, a lot of odd people in and out of that placae, and right beyond that is parking with a parpet wall. A bum was sitting there on the wall, a good place for afternoon sun, and he goes, "Hey! Nice day innit. Not too cold anymore. Say, do you smoke pot?"
"Nope. Can't walk if I do."
"the thing is, I got a little weed but I'm looking for two dollars to buy a beer."
I sat on the parapet next to him. Took off mybackpack and dug out my wallet, say aloud. "I'm down to my last $14.00 cash. *boink* here's 2."
"Thanks, Buddy. I'll see ya around and pay ya back."
"Don't do that. Just forget it." Then he walked with me the whole rest of the way because now he's buying his beer at the bottleshop underneath where I live.
I say bum becuause he bummed $2.00 for a beer but other than that he turned out to be a regular person, a typical conversationalist.
An hour elapsed. I stepped out again for a 5 alarm hoagie (It's not alarming) and a gallon of milk. See, I'm triangulating these things with the potato. On the way back I'm walking along and that guy again came up from the behind me and overtook my pace to catch up walked beside me again and said, "Look. Here. Have this bud." And showed me a marijuana bud right there on Broadway. Take it. Thanks for the beer."
I look down and see an itty bitty little green tight dry bud cupped in his hand sufficient for one bowl. He's giving it to me. I'm trying to walk.
Now isn't that sweet? He ran to catch up to give it to me. For the beer.
Bum's got my back. "No thank you. But thank you for offering." That's never happened before.
That's the second odd offer in two days. Offers from the street, out at large.
Yesterday I was stopped and offered an electric wheelchair. "I'm getting rid of the wheelchair and I wanted to offer it to you first before taking it in."
I don't even know the person. Just someone I stopped and talked to one time. I dont' know his name or anything.
These two stories are examples of everyday things that are the opposite of being trolled by community activist president. Rather than trolling and straight bumming, they are assisting in their odd street-level ways, things that I cannot avail, but still, don't look a gift horse in the mouth or whatever that means. These two street-level people who I don't even know are more directly impacful to me than master troll level president's provocations.
It's so unpopular, even Elton John's against it.
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