Good Morning—Midnight—
I’m coming Home—
Day—got tired of Me—
How could I—of Him?Sunshine was a sweet place—
I liked to stay—
But Morn—didn’t want me—now—
So—Goodnight—Day!I can look—can’t I—
When the East is Red?
The Hills—have a way—then—
That puts the Heart—abroad—You—are not so fair—Midnight—
I chose—Day—
But—please take a little Girl—
He turned away!
We are nailed to ourselves. Each of us is our own cross to bear.
A USC doctoral student at the School of Social Work has filed a lawsuit against the university and professor Erick Guerrero, alleging USC did not impose disciplinary actions that she found sufficient after investigating a sexual harassment complaint she filed in January.
Professor Guerrero says the student, Karissa Fenwick, is taking advantage of “her life of white privilege.” Fenwick counters that white privilege in this case is trumped by Guerrero’s gender privilege.
Women or minorities — who are the most victimized victims?
Politico tells us that more than 10,000 female “cryptoanalysts” were enlisted by the U.S. Army and Navy to help crack Nazi codes and ensure the Allies’ victory in World War II , but until now they have been mostly overlooked by history. (Politico: The Female Code Breakers Who Helped Defeat the Nazis)
OK, but male code breakers have been overlooked by history too, haven’t they?
Name a few famous male code breakers. Name one. Don’t say Alan Turing, he was British.
Stinging rebuke from a one-term president who won the White House on the coattails of Ronald Reagan!
Read my lips: Hurry up and die.
I dislike Republicans and Democrats equally. It’s a choice between which gang of thieves you want to be robbed by.
Elect a Democratic president and get four years of trench warfare against Republicans. Elect a Republican president and get four years of trench warfare against Democrats.
One of the things I like about President Trump: Democrats don’t like him, Republicans don’t like him, nobody likes him except the people who voted for him, and that’s enough.
A raindrop, dripping from a cloud,
Was ashamed when it saw the sea.
‘Who am I when there is a sea?’ it said.
When it saw itself with the eye of humility,
A shell nurtured it in its embrace.
My fellow Americans —
Democrats are now confirming something that we already knew: the primary election was rigged for Hillary Clinton.
I observed during the 2016 primary election campaigns that both parties would rather lose the White House than give up the power to shove horseshit candidates down the public’s throats and make them think that’s who they voted for.
Do I understand your question, man? Is it hopeless and forlorn?
Destiny eats prayers like a toad eats flies . . .
Yu Darvish gives up 5 runs in an inning and two-thirds.
Unless I’m forgetting someone, there really aren’t any clutch Asians in professional sports.
Sorry Dodgers . . . see you again in 30 years.
A team of researchers at UC San Diego has used “advanced machine learning” to develop technology that mines Twitter to identify entities illegally selling prescription opioids online.
Apologies to everyone involved if I’m misunderstanding the media release, but the advanced machine learning seems to consist of looking for tweets that contain any of the keywords codeine, Percocet, fentanyl, Vicodin, Oxycontin, oxycodone or hydrocodone and include a hyperlink.
That is a great fright wig! . . . it’s not a fright wig?
Facebook says that as many as 126 million people may have been exposed to 80,000 posts from a Russian propaganda group known as the Internet Research Agency over a two-year period.
Who cares? People believe what they want to believe.
Have you ever heard anyone say “I completely changed my mind on this issue after reading a Facebook post by nobody I know”?
Or “I was going to vote for Candidate A and now I’m going to vote for Candidate B”?
Neither have I . . .
[See You in Hell is a feature by our guest blogger, Satan — PE]
I’m old enough to remember when professional athletes took pride in their trash-talking abilities. Now they sound like a bunch of 5-year-olds: he made a face at me, he called me a name, boo hoo hoo!
One day when you’re rotting with leprosy and stewing in a million kettles of snot, cockroaches and gangrene — I stir them myself! — only then will you look back on this kindergarten-level bullshit and realize how good you had it!
See you in Hell . . .
A miser had accumulated, by effort, trade, and lending, three hundred thousand dinars. He had lands and buildings, and all kinds of wealth.
He then decided that he would spend a year in enjoyment, living comfortably, and then decide as to what his future should be.
But, almost as soon as he had stopped amassing money, the Angel of Death appeared before him, to take his life away.
The miser tried, by every argument which he could muster, to dissuade the Angel, who seemed, however, adamant. Then the man said:
“Grant me but three more days, and I will give you one-third of my possessions.”
The Angel refused, and pulled again at the miser’s life, tugging to take it away.
Then the man said:
“If you will only allow me two more days on earth, I will give you two hundred thousand dinars from my store.”
But the Angel would not listen to him. And the Angel even refused to give the man a solitary extra day for all his three hundred thousand pieces.
Then the miser said:
“Please, then, give me just time enough to write one little thing down.”
This time the Angel allowed him this single concession, and the man wrote, with his own blood:
“Man, make use of your life. I could buy not one hour for three hundred thousand dinars. Make sure you realize the value of your time.”
Nose-Picking Masturbator Terrorizes NYC Subway Riders — NBC New York
That description doesn’t narrow it down very much. Unless he was doing both at the same time. That would be unusual.
John Muir walked away into the mountains
in his old overcoat a crust of bread in his pocket
we have no knowledge and so we have stuff and
stuff with no knowledge is never enough to get you there
it just won’t get you there
[See You in Hell is a feature by our guest blogger, Satan — PE]
Breakfast in Hell:
GAZE UPON MY CROISSAN’WICH AND TREMBLE!
See you in Hell . . .
Their father was a bank robber once on the FBI’s Most Wanted List.
The nuts didn’t fall far from the nut tree in the Paddock family . . .
