If we are all living in a simulation then how come my avatar is a poor white-trash kid from Parkville with an accent of the lower “name patch on a shirt” class, and not, say, creator of the “Tommy Bahama” line of clothing billionaire who lives a quiet life out-of-sight and happy. I’d like a billion, or two.
No one you know, no one, knows how to translate money into fun more than me. Golf, beach, boating, Vegas, live events, you give me a billionaire budget we will travel, laugh, consume, laugh, see, and laugh some more. Speaking of laughter who wouldn’t want to go to The Comedy Store on Sunset tonight, with a stop on the way for some authentic street Mexican tacos. A few Modelos, a few Ketel One sea breezes, a great night in LA. Next night “The Sphere” in Vegas. Copter into the Grand Canyon for a picnic lunch the next day.
They gave my avatar enough brains to know, but not enough cash to do.
What kind of asshole wrote this program?
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They keep talking about a long hot summer, it’s a long weary slog toward the Election Day in November. It’s June and I’ve had it with Democrat lies already.
Did you see the White House spokeswoman, saying the videos of Biden shutting down in a dementia senior moment were “deep fakes”?
Isn’t don’t trust your lying eyes, believe what we tell you straight out of the book “1984”?
I can’t hate that Jean Pierre or whatever her name is. She is awfully cute for a liberal. Her girlfriend is a lucky woman.
I’ve said it before, I think I could turn her straight and conservative if she gave me a long weekend in a Hawaii beachfront. Give her the chance to live the next forty years of her life happy, and not as a miserable liberal lesbian.
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The Hodge Twins online are more entertaining than anything on network TV
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What did Neil Armstrong really mean when he referred to “removing one of truth’s protective layers”? ‘Splain that one Lucy.
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I think the producers of “Bridgerton” or whatever this thing on Netflix is called, watched a few hours of Pornhub and said “what if we married Pornhub with The Hallmark Channel”?
And Bingo!
A show was born. Porn Lite, for the bashful church-goer with fantasies they can’t speak on, the other love that dare not speak it’s name.
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Conspiracy theorists with an open mind in 2024 are asking the question, “Was Monica Mossad”?
After the Jeffrey Epstein revelations, what little we do know, it is a valid question. Especially when good old Jeffrey had a painting hanging over the divan of Clinton laying about in the “blue dress”. Why would Clinton and the “blue dress” be of some amusement to Jeffrey?
I’ve wondered how Monica supports herself after L’affaire Clinton.
Perhaps now we know the answer to that simple question.
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As one can see from regularly reading my column, being a conspiracy theorist is fun.
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Name a fame-whore bigger than Heidi Klum.
I’ll wait.
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What was the connection between Kesey, MK Ultra, and the spread of LSD into youth culture in the 1960’s? Was he an acolyte, a disciple, sent forth as a change agent? It is documented he participated. And he did lead a movement. Or am I connecting disparate threads?
By happenstance or design?
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Frankly I am still trying to grapple with this idea that the “greatest generation”, the one that saved our entire world from fascism, that saved us all from the brink of disaster, that came home, went to school on the GI Bill, bought a little spec house in the growing suburbs, bought two cars and raised a family, this guy, this “worldly animal” who had seen all, and done all by the age of 26, this guy wanted to settle down in his mid-40’s and watch mindless television in his living room consisting of a “witch” that twitched her nose and wreaked havoc, a family of hillbillies that got oil rich and moved to Beverly Hills, and were really into watching a blended family of divorce form a “Bunch” with dad providing weekly moral lessons to his new formed family of misfits. Oh, and I forgot the show where the guy had a car that was his reincarnated mother.
Are you telling me that the same GI’s that stormed beaches, faced a hailstorm of bullets and survived, came home to a grateful nation, and were served up the worst of sitcom television in the history of television, and these men just sat there and watched that crap?
The same men who had the seven mile stare because they witnessed some serious shit, they were involved with life and death up close and personal, and as they aged and mellowed their idea of a great night was to grab a church key, puncture a beer top, and sit and watch Jed and Jethro’s antics?
I don’t understand. It makes no sense. Make it make sense.
I was there and I still don’t believe it. I saw it and it doesn’t make any sense.
Heroes of the Second World War sitting and watching the very fey effeminate doctor on “Lost in Space”, where the robot machine had more sense than the humans?
I guess when you were weaned in the 1950’s on Jerry Lewis slapstick low brow humor, well, they just kept dumbing it down, and dumbing it down until we were all in “Danger Will Robinson territory”.
You tell me, you think it makes sense those tough Jarhead GI’s sat around in the 1960’s watching a genie come out of a bottle creating mayhem for poor Major Nelson?
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While we are talking about the 1960’s I have a message for all of you baby boomers who were flower children in the day. All of you “If You’re going to San-Fran-Cisco” types with flowers in your hair.
I was nine and I was onto all of you. I knew then it was all about sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll, and it had nothing to do with protests, change, trusting people over 30, and making the world a better place.
Your entire generation was about three things;
saving your ass from Vietnam
having sex like bunnies since the pill had been invented
and being as self-absorbed as is humanly possible.
I know, I’m right behind you in age and I had to witness all your shenanigans.
And lies. Sure, you were going to make the world a better place. Sure.
Hillary is as solid a boomer as exists. And she is Satan’s spawn, Lucifer in female form, the true Anti-Christ, the Succubus, the most venal and self-centered, self-absorbed individual ever birthed. Hillary is Baby Boomer 1, the unholy first birth of the generation. Maybe not chronologically, but as the awful generational prototype.
We have all as a society had to pay for her rejection by Bill. His repudiation of her, his refusal to allow her to bite his head off during a mating session and crawl away to her cocoon has cost us all. The devil himself regrets the day he purchased her soul. Baphomet laid with her in her bed and had conjugal relations. Still itches.
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It is watermelon and cantaloupe season in the mid-Atlantic. Let us all rejoice.
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Speaking of TV I never understood the appeal of David Letterman. Smarmy, untalented, odd, quirky, and arrogant as Hell, I don’t understand how he was so popular. Same with Conan. Just an oddball.
No one could replace Carson, no one. He was masterful. Just like Johnny Unitas was in football, the smoothest, greatest, effortlessly superb performer, so was Carson in his field.
Compared to Carson, Letterman was brain damaged.
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A friendly public service announcement. It is summer and beach season. If you get caught in a rip current don’t fight it. You’ll wear out quickly and drown. Let it take you out a bit, then swim sideways. Swim to the side, not toward the beach. Once you are out of the “rip” you’ll feel the pressure ease. And you can get back to shore.
Panic, and fighting the tide streaking you out and away will only exhaust you.
I’ve been caught in a few, more than I’d like to admit to, and if you lose your head you get tired quickly. The side, swim to the side.
Now, before I get in, if I see a trail of white, foamy water leading out and away from the beach, and look up and down the beach and see that same line at varying intervals, I avoid those areas when entering the water. That pull is severe. It’ll suck you out in a second.
Calm. Swim sideways, feel the tension ease, swim in. Life saved.
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Saddled up to a bar to have dinner the other evening with the wife, guy next to me was in a chatty mood saying hello, and telling me how good the food is. The guy to the other side told me the gentleman was a regular, and I should watch my wallet and credit cards if I was going to be sitting next to the man.
I said “well he sounds just like a regular Maryland Democrat then”.
And the man never said another word to me the entire meal. From being Chatty Cathy to a deaf mute, all in one sentence.
In my tiny brain I yelled “Nailed It!”.
How come Maryland Democrat liberals all own second beach homes and have such bleeding hearts, why don’t they sell off the beach house and help the poor and disadvantaged they love so much? They vote everyone’s money to help out by voting Democrat. But then sit at a fine restaurant and dine regularly all summer at their second beach home.
I hate limousine liberals with a passion. You want to be a real Maryland Democrat? Sell your possessions, move to “The Wire” West Baltimore, and live the tenets of your convictions and how you vote. Do it. Then I’ll have some respect for you. Don’t sit every evening having the $ 48 Rockfish plate.
Become Joe Ehrmann in the flesh. Do it. He did. And he is the only admirable Democrat alive.
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The beach town I’m in does a “Sundae’s in the Park” event every Sunday evening. An ice cream sundae booth, a bandstand, some good live free music. In just a beautiful park along the water.
The chance for that family that needs a great “free night out” to get off the spending train of vacation and take the kids to the park, where the playground has a lot of equipment, there are ballfields, a bay out beyond the park with a long pier.
We usually take the dogs to the park to walk. We went this past weekend and it happened to be on Sunday, so we got to see the band, hear the music, and enjoy the free festivities as well.
And man, it was packed. Like we’ve never seen it before. A stream of people just kept coming into the park, and coming, carrying folding chairs to sit and enjoy a beautiful night, the fading sunset over the bay, and some live music.
I’ve never seen so many people in attendance. We’ve never stayed for the festivities, we walk the pups, wander around the pond, gaze at the sunset, and go home.
But this year it seems as if people are in for “free” more than ever. The economy has changed. No more couple of hundred boardwalk Sunday nights, instead a free concert and cheap sundae.
In bad economies Presidents get voted out-of-office. that is factual.
If this “sundaes in the park” event is any indication, and the crowds keep up all summer, this could be a landslide election.
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We have two old “pups”, little fur balls, half-breeds. A Morkie, and something called a Multi-poo. They aren’t mine. Bought one for a daughter, she moved away for college and now it is “ours”. And the other our daughter bought when she lived alone in Alabama trying to be a newscaster babe, and now it is “ours”.
So the other evening I’m watching some show on the British attacking Germans in WWII and grabbing up radar gear, then fighting to get to the beach and rescued to the big ships offshore, really interesting program, when the wife starts yelling from the bedroom. I jump up, go in, and the poodle one is having some kind of seizure. It only lasts thirty seconds, but scared the bejesus out of us. I’ve watched two dogs die over the years, it isn’t fun, especially when they’ve become a treasured loved one.
So I hug the dog, calm the seizure, make sure he didn’t swallow his tongue. Notice he seems a bit dry mouthed. And bring a water bowl to him, get him to drink. He starts to recover a bit. The next day he seems fine. We baby him, wife takes him to the vet. No one can figure out what is wrong from blood tests, examinations, and looking at him.
I’ve tried to baby him all day. Little “Ollie” has a history that if something is going to go wrong to a dog, it happens to “Ollie”. He just has no luck. An adorable face, no luck in life. Both he and the girl have had a great run, “Ollie” is 14, “Sandy” 15. We love the little fur balls. But those are some high numbers for dog ages.
Here is hoping that little seizure event was a one-off, a case of dehydration. He never returns any of my love but I’ve grown to really enjoy his company. Come to think about it I could say the same thing about the wife.
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Piers Morgan is the real life “Frasier”. Prove me wrong.
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I’m asking a serious question. Is it really wrong to want the next illegal immigrant murder, the next illegal immigrant rape, the next illegal immigrant who beats someone, is it really wrong at this point to wish the victim could be Pelosi, or Schumer, or Mayorkas?
I know, I know, that is just a horrible thing to say.
But come on, every week an illegal is raping a citizen, killing one, beating one. Every week. Is it too much to ask that if they are going to do such crap, they could inflict the damage on those who keep our borders wide open? I don’t see that as such a bad request.
Poor mother of 5 cheese queen in Harford County Maryland was living her life, and now dead. Illegal. Raped and murdered.
You think if it could happen in the Pelosi family then we’d get real change?
Aren’t we all sick of this by now? When does a Democrat get theirs, so we can end this open border policy?
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Dear die-hard liberals; you have a super majority in California. You have “owned” San Francisco since the 1950’s. You rule everything out there completely. Every policy on your wish list has been enacted in California, and San Francisco specifically.
They why isn’t it heaven on earth? Why isn’t it Nirvana?
Something has to be wrong, there aren’t any Republicans.
Please explain this in detail back to me in the comments section.
California has the weather, geography, it is a world of splendor as far as location goes.
Then why has it become such a shit hole after 75 years of continuous Democratic rule?
You all make no sense. Can’t you see it, or are you in a cult so deep you are completely unaware?
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That Biden plans to campaign in Minnesota is instructive. The state should be a slam-dunk D win.
I’m telling you something is seriously wrong.
The Dems are smug over 2024. As if it is in the bag. Even with a brain-addled candidate.
You don’t have to campaign in Minnesota when it is “in the bag”. Ever.
So it is either one of two things. Either they are replacing Biden and therefore aren’t concerned about his numbers and campaign appearances. Or, the fix is in, same as 2020.
That is reality.
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Ella is one hundred percent correct! The only thing my father ever bothered with on TV was football and the news. Baseball moved to slow for him and he considered the vast majority of programming inane. Your observation on the baby boomers is pretty accurate however don’t forget the many members of that generation that did get sent to Viet Nam, especially those who didn’t get to come home.
My dad loved everything. Any little thing he came across was the greatest thing ever. Every person he met was delightful. His life attitude epitomized the magical thinking portrayed in the shows you list.
I tried to call up just one mental image of him in front of a television, but it doesn't exist. The only memory I have regarding him and tv is one day he walked through while my brother and I were glued to an episode of "Hogan's Heroes". He commented that it was it too ridiculous to be watched, that there was nothing comic about the Germans during World War II. This from the most positive person I've ever known.
Sounds like your dad was too busy for much tv, too.
It must have been us boomers watching all that stuff.