Sorry everyone, in hospital the next couple of days. Things you don’t want to hear your oncologist say: “your labs are terrible!” All I have with me is my tablet, so I probably won’t be blogging.
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Sorry everyone, in hospital the next couple of days. Things you don’t want to hear your oncologist say: “your labs are terrible!” All I have with me is my tablet, so I probably won’t be blogging.
Lance Wallnau came a ridin’ to the Tiny Tyrant’s rescue, sort of, over the stock market decline taking place after the Tiny Tyrant’s bragging.
“Don’t worry about it,” Wallnau said. “Don’t you be worried, don’t you be concerned. Donald Trump is the president of the United States, there ain’t no way—that guy, as long as he is in office, this country is going to prosper, I tell you that, because God is going to give him the treasures of darkness and hidden riches in secret places.
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“What you have got to worry about,” he said, “is the crazy, lunatic left that wants to take him out. I think it’s witchcraft, I think there is a mind-binding and a mind-control over journalists, leftists activists and half the Democratic Party.” Wallnau said that “probably 90 percent of academia and media and Hollywood” has given itself over demonic spirits and now “these people can’t see truth.”
Right. You’re all upset about demons and witchcraft, but not at all upset by “Jehovah’s gonna give him the treasures of darkness and hidden riches in secret places.” See, I can imagine Lance, or any one of his fellow fanatics saying that sentence about, oh, Ms. Clinton or Pres. Obama, and my, wouldn’t it have a different spin? Or maybe these fucking idiots have just forgotten which side they are supposed to be on.
You can read and watch the whole mess at RWW.
Hans Steininger, a 16th-century burgomaster of Braunau am Inn had a beard which has survived him for many a century. Why? Because, unfortunately, it was the cause of his death. You can read all about it at Atlas Obscura.
BenightedAdjective.
1: overtaken by darkness or night.
2: existing in a state of intellectual, moral, or social darkness: unenlightened.
-benightedly, adverb.
-benightedness, noun.
(15th Century).
“Yes, she did sing,” he said, “but only as a stand-in, an understudy, a second-best, and she couldn’t bear it, she needed her big break. She was mortally jealous of Sophia. So she pushed her luck, she got her poor benighted brother to attack Sophia, so that she would be able to take her place on stage, a simple idea.” – The Three Evangelists, Fred Vargas.
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That godsdamned tiny, jumped up wannabe dictator is talking treason. Why? Oooooh, get this: people didn’t applaud.
Donald Trump on Monday suggested that Democrats could be guilty of treason because of their reaction to his State of the Union address.
Trump complained during a speech in Ohio that Democrats had not applauded during his State of the Union. The president said it was “un-American” of Democrats not to give him an ovation when he spoke about topics like unemployment.
“It was bad energy… even on positive news, really positive news, they were like death, and un-American,” he said.
“Someone said ‘treasonous.’ I guess, why not?” Trump added. “Can you call that treason? Why not. I mean, they certainly didn’t seem to love our country very much.”
“But you look at that, and it is really very, very sad.”
NOT ENOUGH FUCK YOU. Paint me treason colour, drape me in a treason flag, complete with all the treason accessories, and I’ll parade them all over the damn place. I already have one hell of an attitude going about all the tainted, toxic positivity crap, and now there’s this.
For the record, Donny Dipshit, no, you cannot call that treason. For fuck’s sake, have someone look it up in a dictionary and explain it to you, you brainless lump. “I guess, why not?” Aaauuuugggh. Because words have meanings. Concepts have meaning. You. Do. NOT. Get. To. Do. Whatever. You. Want.
There’s video at RawStory, if you want to punish yourself.
A poor sketch by the same hand as f.94r. The open stone, lying on green water, takes in the heavenly dew in order to grow a pearl.
Nothing but preaching.
Text Translation:
Of the stone called mermecoleon. There is a stone in the sea which is called in Latin mermecoleon and in Greek concasabea, because it is both hollow and round. It is, moreover, divided into two parts, so that if it wants to, it can close up. The stone lies at the bottom of the sea and comes to life early in the morning. When it rises from its resting-place to the surface of the sea, it opens its mouth and takes in some heavenly dew, and the rays of the sun shine around it; thus there grows within the stone a most precious, shining pearl indeed, conceived from the heavenly dew and given lustre by the rays of the sun. The stone, therefore, is called conchus; it symbolizes Saint Mary, of whom Isaiah foretold, saying: ‘There shall come forth a rod out of the stem of Jesse’ (Isaiah, 11:1). And again: ‘Behold a virgin shall conceive and bear a son’ (Isaiah, 7:14). Of the rod and the virgin, Saint Mary, it is said: ‘A flower was born of Saint Mary, our Lord Jesus Christ’. For just as the stone rises from the sea, so Saint Mary went up from the house of her father to the temple of God and there received the dew from heaven. These are the words which were said to her by the archangel Gabriel: ‘The Holy Ghost shall come upon thee, and the power of the Highest shall overshadow thee; therefore also that holy thing which shall be born of thee shall be called the Son of God’ (Luke, 1:35). Behold these words are the heavenly dew, just as before her, the patriarch Isaac, blessing his son, signifying that Christ would be born from his seed, said to him: ‘God give thee of the dew of heaven and the fatness of the earth’ (Genesis, 27: 28), signifying the chaste, untouched virgin Mary. ‘Early in the morning’ refers to the time of prayer. The mussel opening its mouth signifies the occasion when Mary says to the angel: ‘Behold the handmaiden of the Lord; be it unto me according to thy word’ (Luke, 1:35).
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Open Thread. Don’t be an asshole, thanks. Previous Thread.
Wish I was too dead to cry
My self-affliction fades
Stones to throw at my creator
Masochists to which I cater
You don’t need to bother, I don’t need to be
I’ll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on, I won’t let go til it bleeds
Wish I was too dead to care
If indeed I cared at all
Never had a voice to protest
So you fed me shit to digest
I wish I had a reason, my flaws are open season
For this, I gave up trying
One good turn deserves my dying
You don’t need to bother, I don’t need to be
I’ll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on, I won’t let go til it bleeds
Wish I’d died instead of lived
A zombie hides my face
Shell forgotten with its memories
Diaries left with cryptic entries
And you don’t need to bother, I don’t need to be
I’ll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on, I won’t let go til it bleeds
You don’t need to bother, I don’t need to be
I’ll keep on slipping farther
But once I hold on
I’ll never live down my deceit
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