I used to do "jazz for or from Clint Eastwood" posts, just like Clint's first directorial effort(Play Misty For Me). Could you say that carefully cultivated tough guy image just getting trounced when Clint himself took the helm.
So it must be true that man can not eat gravel alone, but must have some different fare now and then.
"I'm walking, yes indeed.
I'm talking, yes indeed."
Before Hoho does his pagan gift-giving magic, I thought I would impart something to ruin the holiday, then do a "mic-drop". Just kidding. Having a fine holiday here.
Trying to choke-out the girl in the pic using only my mind powers. :) Just kidding again.
One could light a Christmas Tree on fire and have a Burning Man tableaux, like a Druid crazy "seeing the future" thing. Excising the demon of commercialism and all the crazy stuff from before, like the fertility of the tree, the Father Totem and all that. Just watch it all go to sh*t, man.
But that's experimental stuff, and I don't really feel experimental so instead I'm sitting here having carrot cake and all the other mainstays, just having a day of it. And talking with the family.
We bring our A game, what's left of it.
I admitted that I felt bad for Trump after the House Impeachment verdict came through, but you have to admit, that whether guilty or innocent, its his words that caused all of this. Otherwise Dems would have been content with just blocking legislation like the Repubs did to Obama, but Trump and his darn Twitter account and his rallies.
I never quite forgave that bit about Trump being "the Second Coming". I'm not committing sacrilege to get a few social media Likes. But old Trump playing "fast and loose" with the language, like the human germs at WBTV, such that I can't look at them without having a dark moment, as if losing my faith in humanity. For my own part, that one lady with the particularly sharp laugh seemed to do me a bit of emotional harm, like something I would talk about in therapy if I had therapy sessions.
But no, we have to play stupid and act like that isn't mean. Like on Deadwood, "guess we'll just die stupid." Or as Al said, "take an ass-f*cking from the provisional government in Yankton." I don't subscribe to such failing mindsets, and if I ever get to that point, I get my tail out of there. Or as the one guy said, "I want to be the Alcibiedes to your Socrates", and the response off that is "you mean you want me to f*ck you up the a$$?"
And I'm thinking, the bigger point is that he wants your money. Like whatever would get that deal done.
Anyway, that moment of sympathy for Trump, thinking he didn't know what he had brought on himself, like feeling bad for someone having hurt himself, that moment didn't last long.
I just wished old Mark Sanford had built a groundswell to challenge in the Repub primary, and in Charlotte, NC, with the sharp-laughing lady on the CBS affiliate. Action and reaction, like I think I know what caused the laugh that bothered me and I never get to do a sufficient reaction, or at least, nothing as proportional.
You might say "I put that one in my book." Something in my hip pocket, and after saying, "I don't rise to the level of vengeance". But in the end its not vengeance at all, nor particularly a "jab" or an insult, but a teaching moment. Cause and effect. Straight cause and effect.
The always told me "you know, everybody ain't your friend". I'm like, "yeah, I was Rockingham 18 months, so I kinda know that."
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