I would like to promote the safety of morphous energy now: coal. It’s much safer to transport than oil that ruins everything when spilled or blown up in tar sands pipes. (Yes i know, coal is not really very morphous either, but we can’t afford to burn graphite. It is of some use in industry.)
One can be both: Authentically batty as hell. I guess they want a President who’s as batty as hell, damn them.
Many folks apparently think it’s funny to have a clown/freak show as entertainment in the White House.
And some folks just want to watch the world burn.
And assume they’re fireproof.
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Believe it or not, this same kind of nimby-ism is part of what’s holding up the project to replace the 100-year-old bridge that carries I-5 over the Columbia river between Oregon and Washington. The plan calls for the bridge to carry an extension of Portland’s light rail and the nimbys in Vancouver are convinced it’ll become a conduit for scary Antifas and crustpunks to surge into their city and bring havoc and destruction with them.
…I’m beginning to suspect that Trump thinks pro wrestling is real.
Shame on both of them.
Who both look like Ursula Andress, who was another of his wives.
This is a real problem, especially with young less-educated men. They love that he is rude and obnoxious and says whatever comes into his head. They do think he’s a funny tough guy. And they don’t know shit about history so they have no context for what he actually is about. Hopefully, they are so unserious that they won’t bother to vote.
Never mind. I was confused. But not that confused!
I didn’t invent it. It’s a lifestyle associated with hardcore punk music which often involves refusing to engage with capitalism to the point of being homeless by choice and scavenging for food out of dumpsters.
Could John Derek tell them apart? We know Trump thought E Jean Carroll was Marla Marples in a photo. Trump’s confused about what his ex-wife looked like. So much for Carroll not being his “type”.
Well, my first wife was not, and is not, my type. But I get your point.
I believe she’s … [wait for it] … twelve.
Thanks. I eventually figured that out. Hence my post disappearing. Oops.
Urban dictionary had never heard of “crustpunk” and I wasn’t smart enough to try “crust punk” until after I wrote & posted my piece. Then I had the inspiration to try alternate spellings. D’oh!
It’s real to me dammit!
Damn straight it’s real.
Washington is pretty solidly Blue.