I’m gonna need a bit to sort this shit out and find out what it means. Might be a bit before I am capable of rational thought again. Part of me wants to give more urgency to losing weight, and getting in tip top shape, so if I have to pay for this shit, at least I might be healthy enough to be able to avoid the clusterfuck that will soon pass for “healthcare” in this country.
Then there is the part that wants to drink, smoke, party, sleep around with strange women, and have as much fun as possible before checking out sooner than I had planned.
Aw Crap. I gots morals.
Maybe its more salads and excersize for me. Though I might revisit the possibility of “malicious compliance.”
Our mission, should we decide to accept it, is to purge Congress of liberals. The Other Side does not fight nicely (I doubt they would even consider such a thing); neither should we. This has become a cage fight.
I swan, I just do not comprehend the utility of Twitter and/or Facebook. I like email from its get-go. A swift way to talk to my friends and get replys; that is nice. I consider myself fortunate to have been raised in the era that I was. It was a smaller and friendly culture when the only computer was prolly at Bletchley Park! I bought my 1st computer (an IBM…) in 1986. There was no internet yet, but it was satisfying to write letters and have an easy-peasy calculating machine at home + I finally scored the benefit of 2 fucking years of typing in High School. I was a QWERTY Cro-Magnon competing with *pint of Whiteout* Neanderthals!
I loved(still do…) when the inner-pipes were laid all over the Blue Marble and I would get emails that were often like a short novel, informative and as often a riot to read and reply to.
BUT, along came Facebook/Twitter. I tried Facebook, concluded that its main dealio was the accumulation of 50,000 fucking *friends* who were not—-and that it would bust my budget sending fucking holiday cards………..? Twitter? It`s like a Facebook/email where I have to learn how to spell in text and limit my *amazing jokes and huuggee store of knowledge* to sumfin like a hunnert n 4ort-teen nonwords??? And the ree-ward? Thousands of more fucking *friends* that I got no time to bond with…..or the desire to… Soooo, I gaffed both of them off! And glad I did.
I may get interested, when *they* come out with the little “Star Trek Transmit/receive badges” I can pin to the front of my seersucker short-sleeve shirts an shoot the shit w pals n ginchI who love/like this child w/o trying to sell me no cases of Valu-Rite Vodka along w a life insurance policy that don`t require no medical exam………..Or—-pimp me for no Reverse Mortgage wif them gittin the fucking house!
HOWEVER, in order to be *modern*, I might entertain a screen w 2-way comm and an a *video save* feature in my shower stall—-and *Hers*….
But. That. Is. All.
Comment by Colonel Jerry USMC — June 28, 2012 @ 2:11 pm
For the first time in his entire adult life, Patrick Gaspard used the word “constitutional” today.
P.s. why is it that all of these clowns have such pussy french names?
So far today, I ordered a shirt from CafePress that says “The Founders would be shooting by now” (where have you heard that?), and thought that maybe it’s time to get back in shape. My reasoning is to be prepared for the upcoming “aggression”. But, you didn’t hear me say that…
COL Jerry: We agree on the utility of Facebook. I don’t get it. “Hey! I’m in the store now!!!”
Twitter is even more pointless. It seems to be a way to send meaningless comments to uninterested strangers whose entire life consists of constantly checking cryptic comments on clumsy little keyboards connected to dinky little displays.
Don’t get me started on cellphone people who think the world is their phone box.
(My latest invention: in order to provide a quiet, secure place for people to make & take phone calls out in public, I’ve invented a little enclosure, about the size and shape of a porta-potty – except with glass windows. They’d be set up in strategic locations throughout the city. The idea is, you step inside, close the door, and call away.
I’ve been thinking of calling them “phone booths”.