Yawn. A man so distraught by public perception that a 17-year-old’s little website with a game in which a cat swats at Hair Furor’s head caused Trump’s lawyers to send “cease and desist” letters. Story here. Play the game here.
Everything that doesn’t reflect the yellow snowflake well is “fake news.” Trump tweets NBC, ABC broadcast ‘biased and fake’ Russia stories. Story here.
The Trump family is cashing the BIGGEST welfare checks of all time. America’s poor deserves no government aid so that we can spend a shit ton of our government taxpayer money pampering ONE family. One small story here. (Secret services asks for $60M more budget in 2018).
Trump Jr. gets a much needed slap down for being a dick to London’s Mayor hours after news of the terrorist attack. What a political hack. Story.
Playground president says, “I’m president and you’re not.” Na na na na boo boo, stick your head in doo doo.
Whilst grasping at straws, Trump says, “So that means I’m right” on intel information that still has nothing to do with his claim that Obama surveilled him.
This is Trump’s on-going quest to embarrass Americans every day in anyway he can.
The above is what Hair Furor said about uranium in his own words. Below is a comparison guide to our so-called commander in chief next to Angela Merkel’s cover page to a doctoral dissertation she wrote on uranium.
“Study of the mechanism of decomposition with single bond breaking and calculation of their rate constant on the basis of quantum mechanical and statistical methods.” (“Dissertation to obtain the academic degree doctor in a branch of science – diploma physicist Angela Merkel…”)
Trump is worse than ol’ G.W. Bush when it comes to talking to Americans like they’re toddlers at Sunday School.
I’m surprised a couple movies didn’t get mentioned, but this is a fairly great overview and somewhat exhaustive list of great movie dialogue examples and screen writers.
I’m not sure I agree with the title of this piece (atheism pertains to no singular religion), but I can surely find interesting bits from which to drive validation. Emphasis is mine below. Link in title below as well.
The issue most often cited by Arabs as their first step on the road to disbelief was the apparent unfairness of divine justice. The picture they had acquired was of an irascible and sometimes irrational deity who behaves in much the same way as an Arab dictator or an old-fashioned family patriarch – an anthropomorphic figure who makes arbitrary decisions and seems eager to punish people at the slightest opportunity. Dire warnings, constantly repeated in the Qur’an, of what would happen to non-believers had clearly made a strong impression on them in childhood.
“The idea of eternal hell was very disturbing to me,” said Mohammed Ramadan, an Egyptian. “I was nine when I asked my parents why would God punish us for ever when we live for an average of only 70 years.”
A Saudi who is known on Twitter as “Arab Atheist” was troubled by the question of why seemingly decent non-Muslims should be punished by God. Arriving in the US to study at a Jesuit college, he began to realise “how similar all religions are” in their basic teachings. “In Islam,” he said, “we are taught that all non-Muslims are going to hell. I had Jewish neighbours who were the kindest and sweetest couple and it made me wonder, why should they go to hell? And suddenly Islam started to crumble in my eyes.”
Just like every other thoughtful, sentient being living on planet Trump today, I’m dumbstruck by the level of holy-shit-balls-it’s-fucking-nuts these days. I’m fully aware I’m not the only person who is incapable of comparing the events in America to writings by George Orwell.
“All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others” goes through my head about once a day.
I scratched my head a bit as to why 1984 sales surged early in Trumptopia’s new regime when I feel like Animal Farm is more àpropos to the conversation.
At the time of this writing, Trump’s only been in the office 59 days, 8 hours, 16 minutes, 33 seconds. Barring screaming from a minority of shouting voices on the left and the right, I get the continued feeling that the self-aware among us are more oppositional to the course we’re on. There are die-hard fans of Trump’s campaign promises and republican so-called ideals that will stand on the poop deck holding on for dear life with this administration as the ship with a gaping hole in its hull descends under icy-cold water … and its captain and his family rides off in safety on a lifeboat.
So many feel helpless. I too feel that sentiment.
Even more feel hapless. I ride in that boat, too. Continue reading
This is a real Creationist production with new, improved and more accurate subtitles.
Side note: for special people who pay special attention to star posts, this blog is like Facebook. In other words, I’m shown who taps stars.
About the project:
Welcome to Whitman, Alabama.
This is an experiment in using documentary and poetry to reveal the threads that tie us together—as people, as states, and as a nation.
For two years, filmmaker Jennifer Crandall has crisscrossed this deep Southern state, inviting people to look into a camera and share a part of themselves through the words of Walt Whitman. The 19th century poet’s “Song of Myself” is a quintessential reflection of our American identities.
Who is America? The question will always be a difficult one. But if you listen to Alabama’s many voices, you may hear some of the answer.
“For,” as Whitman says, “every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.”
Check out different clips at their youtube page.
Seen at Kottke