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Y’know, all this talk comparing D. Trump to A. Hitler is terribly unfair — at least the Führer had enough intelligence to write his own book.
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High Hopes
Kudos to Cory, Michelle, Sens. Warren & Franken. Bernie Sanders comes out in full-throat to support Hillary. All great things. Let’s hope corporate media doesn’t decide to fixate on the booing some tantrum-y Bernie-ites masturbatorially engaged in last night inside and outside the arena.
So far, so good
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Cathi’s Communiques
This, at about 11;45 last night, just after Bernie’s thrilling speech.
Atmosphere was not good in the hall tonight.
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And then her communications devices ran out of juice. She — as well as her phones, pads, and other connections to the universe — should be recharged this AM. More to come.
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Bernie Backer
CC’s traveling pal, Jeanne Smith, OTOH, must have been swooning over Bernie’s oration. Beforehand, though, journalists of many stripes and and nationalities swooned and swarmed her for her views:
Today I was interviewed by a French journalist, a Chinese one, NPR, and some unknown radio station. I was invited to film a Colbert skit tomorrow.
Media Darling
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Conspiracy Theory #googol
Do you buy the story that the Russians hacked the DNC’s computers and intentionally released the emails that humiliated the Party and its outgoing chair Debbie Wasserman Schultz last week?
“Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not dissolve in one’s bath like a lump of sugar.” — Pablo Picasso
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IL FORNO
In the car, on the way home from work at about 6:30 last night, The Loved One driving. We’re heading east on Atwood Avenue. We both see a woman jogging with a big old dog.
The dog’s tongue is dragging about a half a block behind him.
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Me: “Anybody who runs with a dog in this weather is insane.”
The Loved One: “Anybody who runs in this weather is insane.”
Our old pal god made sure a miracle occurred during the shooting rampage in Aurora, Colorado, Friday morning.
One of the victims took shotgun pellets to the brain. Lo and behold, she has some previously undiagnosed brain abnormality. The 22-year-old woman has a channel or void in her cerebral structure that actually allowed the shot to pass through her brain while causing minimal damage. The condition is called Cavum septum pellucidum.
So instead of being instantly killed or relegated to a life of slurred speech and halting ambulation, she’ll recover fully.
Natch, her priest is grabbing all the credit for his boss. Pastor Brad Strait of the Cherry Creek Presbyterian Church, of which the woman is a member, says it’s “a miracle.”
He writes: “In Christianity, we call it a ‘prevenient’ grace: God working ahead of time for a particular event in the future. It’s just like the God I follow to plan the route of a bullet through a brain long before Batman ever rises. Twenty-two years before.”
Crime…, Oops, Miracle Scene
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I bet that makes the families and friends of the 12 people killed feel great about things.
BTW: Cavum septum pellucidum is associated with the eventual onset of schizophrenia, chronic brain trauma, and antisocial personality disorder.
Yeah. That’s what some lunatic panel of judges and a vote of Indiana residents has determined to be the signature food of the state fair this year.
In addition to anything and everything deep-fried, spaghetti ice cream will now join the pantheon of nauseating fair food.
The “spaghetti” tag is a sham, of course. The dish is made of gelato, strawberry sauce, and white chocolate.
Still, I’m not into toy food. My taste for “creativity” in my comestibles extends only as far as animal crackers. BTW: I’ve always been partial to elephants.
And where did I read this? Only in America could a massacre carried out by a clearly deranged young man who’d amassed an arsenal of firearms cause authorities to ban the wearing of costumes in movie theaters.
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SHOTGUN
By Jr. Walker and the All Stars. The only pop chart song whose rhythm line is a single chord throughout.
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