The guy was considered surly by the people who knew him, may have had gambling debts. Usually, the guy jumps off a high rise, but in the Andy Warhol culture, he has to take everybody with him and get his name in the papers.
And, of course, the Demos, who never let a good crisis go to waste, feel the need to capitalize. The hardcore Lefties must show their contempt and indifference.
The people on the ground showed the usual class and guts. Something we need to keep in mind. That's the real America.
I'm ignoring all Democrat nonsense brought to my eyeballs by the right wing sites that I read. They love this stuff. They love covering all the ugly things people say and all the gun-related obsessions they exercise. They love pointing out hate and stupidity.
Want to hear something else that's that's hateful and stupid?
Closer to home, bring it all down, Chip. Reel 'er in.
I ran out of coca colas just now so I put on my socks and my pants and shoes and a jacket and backpack and stepped out. The bottle shop is very close. Goes like this.
At each point out and in, elevator, front doors of both places back and forth, people were present stepping it up and holding back. For me.
For me.
♫ For me-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e *Bohemian Rhapsody guitar riff*
But at the counter the new clerk over there is talking to a elderly woman who has been kicked around the block.
Like a million times.
She saw me walking up the aisle with the 12 pack of coca colas and took them from me to assist me with the final three steps. That's how alert this gal is.
And she says to the clerk. "And did you see the price on them? They already got their taxes."
And the guy says to her, "It's the Republicans. They love to tax. They always lower their own taxes and make up for it by taxing everyone else."
How professorial. What tremendously detailed and acute insight.
And their conversation is none of my bizwax. So as I heard this I thought to myself silently in disgust, editing the f out of my vocalization organs; voice box, throat, mouth, tongue, lips and sinus, upper palate and teeth. Now see, that right there is matury-tah! "You're too stupid to even talk to. You cannot be set right. Politically, you're so desperately sunken the Titanic feels pity for you. Stay stupid, Stupid Person. You deserve your miserable drowned lot. Thanks for getting the bottle of bitters for me, Bitch. Stupid Bitch. Who lives and will die stupid." I actually marveled at the depth of sunken stupidity. But what came outta me instead contrary to all that was duplicitously cheerful, "Thanks!"
"When You Politicize Shootings You Make It Harder To Find Solutions: There are two kinds of social media reactions to horrifying events such as the Las Vegas shooting. One of them makes debate impossible."
There are folks out there (including Jesse Watters, for example), who earlier this evening stated that he wasn't willing to rule out an ISIS connection.
OK. Then. So, let's say for the moment that Paddock got radicalized via Islamic terrorism.
Shall we, for the sake of argument, add 64-year-old white guys fitting Paddock's profile to the list of those automatically inspiring suspicion [officially speaking, to be clear.]? That's generally speaking, I mean.
..."You're too stupid to even talk to. You cannot be set right. Politically, you're so desperately sunken the Titanic feels pity for you. Stay stupid, Stupid Person. You deserve your miserable drowned lot. Thanks for getting the bottle of bitters for me, Bitch. Stupid Bitch. Who lives and will die stupid."...
Hilarious, Chip. That's essentially how you've chosen to think of and treat the likes of me for many, many years now.
To which I say: That's too bad. *shrug* Your choice. Wish it weren't so, but it surely is so. *so be it*
I appreciated the quiet opportunity this picture presented to reflect with thoughts and prayers. I experienced it as a visual oasis in a sea of silliness, a moment of invitation, one home bringing to mind the many senselessly disrupted by violence, trauma and death.
I couldn't figure out the subject or purpose of that picture - is it the wires? Is that the moon or a lens flare? Oh, I know, it must be about the roof partially obscured by trees - that's in the center of the picture - new roof, right? What about the star? What's up with that? Oh, there's the flag. That's nice, but it's way down in the corner. All in all that is a picture that tells no story whatsoever.
What I saw was a fairly non-descript, seemingly ordinary home with occupants particular enough to make the effort to hang a flag and a star. And seeing that reminded me of the ordinary day described in "Our Town" by Wilder
It also invited the awareness that ordinary home life was impacted in a deep way for the loved ones of those killed and wounded, and all who were present and survived a seemingly random act of violence, along with the many who needed to care for, combat and attend to a situation not of their own making. A whole lot of ordinary went out the window, while a whole lot of ordinary people living in ordinary homes, were called on to reach inside for something more and offer themselves and their skills to righting a wrong, and coming together for greater good.
While the picture not have been great, I was grateful for the connections it prompted in me. It also reminded me of the first house we bought in 1982, without the flag or star, so there was that as well.
Sixty Grit: Thanks for the correction. You are absolutely correct.
Without explanation, I will still say this: Our flag was at half-staff, from the time of the declaration and until just after the end of the declaration (we were out at the time of the end, but appropriately and respectfully did abide, as soon as we got home).
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There's nothing you can say, really.
The guy was considered surly by the people who knew him, may have had gambling debts. Usually, the guy jumps off a high rise, but in the Andy Warhol culture, he has to take everybody with him and get his name in the papers.
And, of course, the Demos, who never let a good crisis go to waste, feel the need to capitalize. The hardcore Lefties must show their contempt and indifference.
The people on the ground showed the usual class and guts. Something we need to keep in mind. That's the real America.
I'm ignoring all Democrat nonsense brought to my eyeballs by the right wing sites that I read. They love this stuff. They love covering all the ugly things people say and all the gun-related obsessions they exercise. They love pointing out hate and stupidity.
Want to hear something else that's that's hateful and stupid?
Closer to home, bring it all down, Chip. Reel 'er in.
I ran out of coca colas just now so I put on my socks and my pants and shoes and a jacket and backpack and stepped out. The bottle shop is very close. Goes like this.
step step steppy step, step step step boom Bob's yer uncle.
At each point out and in, elevator, front doors of both places back and forth, people were present stepping it up and holding back. For me.
For me.
♫ For me-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e *Bohemian Rhapsody guitar riff*
But at the counter the new clerk over there is talking to a elderly woman who has been kicked around the block.
Like a million times.
She saw me walking up the aisle with the 12 pack of coca colas and took them from me to assist me with the final three steps. That's how alert this gal is.
And she says to the clerk. "And did you see the price on them? They already got their taxes."
And the guy says to her, "It's the Republicans. They love to tax. They always lower their own taxes and make up for it by taxing everyone else."
How professorial. What tremendously detailed and acute insight.
And their conversation is none of my bizwax. So as I heard this I thought to myself silently in disgust, editing the f out of my vocalization organs; voice box, throat, mouth, tongue, lips and sinus, upper palate and teeth. Now see, that right there is matury-tah! "You're too stupid to even talk to. You cannot be set right. Politically, you're so desperately sunken the Titanic feels pity for you. Stay stupid, Stupid Person. You deserve your miserable drowned lot. Thanks for getting the bottle of bitters for me, Bitch. Stupid Bitch. Who lives and will die stupid." I actually marveled at the depth of sunken stupidity. But what came outta me instead contrary to all that was duplicitously cheerful, "Thanks!"
"When You Politicize Shootings You Make It Harder To Find Solutions: There are two kinds of social media reactions to horrifying events such as the Las Vegas shooting. One of them makes debate impossible."
http://thefederalist.com/2017/10/02/politicize-shootings-make-harder-find-solutions/
There are folks out there (including Jesse Watters, for example), who earlier this evening stated that he wasn't willing to rule out an ISIS connection.
OK. Then. So, let's say for the moment that Paddock got radicalized via Islamic terrorism.
Shall we, for the sake of argument, add 64-year-old white guys fitting Paddock's profile to the list of those automatically inspiring suspicion [officially speaking, to be clear.]? That's generally speaking, I mean.
..."You're too stupid to even talk to. You cannot be set right. Politically, you're so desperately sunken the Titanic feels pity for you. Stay stupid, Stupid Person. You deserve your miserable drowned lot. Thanks for getting the bottle of bitters for me, Bitch. Stupid Bitch. Who lives and will die stupid."...
Hilarious, Chip. That's essentially how you've chosen to think of and treat the likes of me for many, many years now.
To which I say: That's too bad. *shrug* Your choice. Wish it weren't so, but it surely is so. *so be it*
I appreciated the quiet opportunity this picture presented to reflect with thoughts and prayers. I experienced it as a visual oasis in a sea of silliness, a moment of invitation, one home bringing to mind the many senselessly disrupted by violence, trauma and death.
Thank you, Lem.
Bless your heart, MamaM; why,bless your heart, MmM.
Bless the hearts of all those who underwent and endured this trauma.
Bless the hearts of those who lost loved ones in the Mandalay shooting.
May they receive the light and love needed to move through shock, loss, fear and grief experienced.
I couldn't figure out the subject or purpose of that picture - is it the wires? Is that the moon or a lens flare? Oh, I know, it must be about the roof partially obscured by trees - that's in the center of the picture - new roof, right? What about the star? What's up with that? Oh, there's the flag. That's nice, but it's way down in the corner. All in all that is a picture that tells no story whatsoever.
What I saw was a fairly non-descript, seemingly ordinary home with occupants particular enough to make the effort to hang a flag and a star. And seeing that reminded me of the ordinary day described in "Our Town" by Wilder
It also invited the awareness that ordinary home life was impacted in a deep way for the loved ones of those killed and wounded, and all who were present and survived a seemingly random act of violence, along with the many who needed to care for, combat and attend to a situation not of their own making. A whole lot of ordinary went out the window, while a whole lot of ordinary people living in ordinary homes, were called on to reach inside for something more and offer themselves and their skills to righting a wrong, and coming together for greater good.
While the picture not have been great, I was grateful for the connections it prompted in me. It also reminded me of the first house we bought in 1982, without the flag or star, so there was that as well.
Perhaps I ought to have posted a selfie with our half-mast Flag at the front of our house.
Oh ... wait. That would have required me to be into selfies. Sorry: Non-starter.
Half-staff, unless you live on a ship.
Sixty Grit: Thanks for the correction. You are absolutely correct.
Without explanation, I will still say this: Our flag was at half-staff, from the time of the declaration and until just after the end of the declaration (we were out at the time of the end, but appropriately and respectfully did abide, as soon as we got home).
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