Never mind all that – "[Confetti falls; a distant vuvuzela sounds.]" is how we all will live our lives when the Great Bedarkening 2® enfolds us once more. I only hope the confetti is made of some biodegradable, re-edible substance for ingestive purposes once the mondo-over-el-topo hyperinflative event happens...
"Miss Nelson, you and the rest of the ladies put your shoulders to the harness – I've a long go and intend to get there by sunrise. Now GO!" [whipsnap]
I said something like this two weeks ago. The more Trump is provoked, the more he falls back on the greatest hits--windmills, birds, Hannibal L., tariffs. These are the applause lines at rallies, and are what his people want to hear. And the more he does that, it's reasonable (let's say) to hope normal people are put off. Yes? No? Maybe?
Normal Person: "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention, can you have him do it again maybe 20 more times, I might try to pay attention to one of them, thanks."
This is something that struck me, reading Yasterbylansky's latest literary analysis of Trump's offering. The meaning of his words is not relevant, its the buzzwords, triggers, symbols that communicate to his base. They fill in their own meaning, and are happy Trump agrees with them. It is reasonable to hope normal people are put off, but in the immortal words of Yogi Berra, "yes ma'am, but I need a majority".
Yes, all this. And for all the talk of "dementia," he knows what he's doing.
I think one thing that's making the rants sound crazier is the cites of hoax stories that are under the radar for most people. He's always used them, but the churning in the hoax story pipeline is way accelerated as we get closer to November. It used to be evident what memo du jour had gone out from Fox to all the GQP. Lately, it seems there's more digging needed to figure out wtf Tubby is ranting about. "Gang took over a city" was distorted from a local story (where the real evil doers are an absentee property company). From that, to fascist social media, to being shoveled into certain ears (by Scavino, Don Jr., or some such goon). Whether or not they know the specific fauxtrage yet, fans hear their cues. Everyone else is left shaking their heads.
The demenmtia stuff is all wishful thinking. Everyone wants someone or something else to deal with Trump.
Something clicked for me reading Yasterbylansky's latest critical reading of a recent Trump tone poem. His gag is to treat his rambling as poetry, but for me it highlights that his communication is not exactly verbal, but the expression of symbols and memes. The gangs taking over your house rant touches a primal fear of the scary Other with a gun coming for you and your family. It doesn't have to make sense, its better when it doesn't make sense, because we're not dealing with sense here. A private language for private, hidden fears. All the better when the normies scoff and dismiss. "We'll show them. We'll show them all, one day soon".
"And the more he does that, it's reasonable (let's say) to hope normal people are put off. Yes? No? Maybe?"
Ain't the question.
Again: he's obviously reaching out solely to core supporters. No effort to go beyond.
How it plays out is the big question, obviously.
A close second is it because he's simply not counting on the popular vote to win so it doesn't matter. He's got the Electoral College, SCOTUS and a possible successful putsch.
And, of course, there's a possibility of genuine cognitive collapse going on. As I enjoy joking, with a pathology like his, it's going to be pretty late by the time we know for sure. First one loses one marbles slowly then all at once...
In this day & age, I really have a hard time not imagining the Prestige Press as gooners, crouching in dark offices lit only by monitor flickers, clad only in a fedora with a press ID tucked in the hatband (natch), skin turning green from lack of food, sunlight, & oxygen, huffing poppers as they click from poll to poll, editorial to editorial, podcast to podcast — finger itching with each new site, each new video to head straight for the outright Fash stuff & the explosion that it inevitably brings…
Debate's a-comin! That will . . . not do a goddamned thing except provide the media with yet more reasons why Harris shouldn't be president. Trump can (and probably will) be an incoherent blithering imbecile, but the focus will be entirely on Harris's failures even when there are no actual failures.
Whatever she wears will be wrong.
She will laugh too much AND too little.
She will smile too much AND too little.
She will focus on details AND be chided for being vague.
Thus, I plan to spend tomorrow evening studiously avoiding the debate. My sanity demands it!
Me, I'm hoping they've prepped her to provoke him into rally-worthy incoherence. Let's stipulate that "comparing and contrasting their positions on the issues of the day" is irrelevant, and it's a contest to see who wins Miss Personality. Still. I'm watching.
I suppose the possibility that he'd just pull out his diseased fascist mushroom dick and slap it on the podium and start screaming for vengeance is too much to expect, and, if it DID happen, it'd just be sanewashed like everything else he does.
"No question, liberals did not enjoy seeing Trump's penis. And the FCC is considering a fine for the exposure of it -- but that plays directly into the Republican base's conviction that the Deep State is out to get him and them. Mere talk of a fine, or any critique of his penis at all, could energize his base enough to lock up Pennsylvania. After all, polls show that a majority of Pennsylvanians are repulsed by Harris-Walz big governmentalism except in towns exceeding two hundred people."
Sure, but have you seen what BACON costs? That'll be the new status symbol, rich guys wearing suits woven from strips of bacon. "Ha, don't you wish YOU could afford this, loser!"
Another trenchant episode! By the way, did you know that Stephs'* hand-picked squad of gabblers are now known as "The Power House Players"? I saw it in a caption. It seems to me your intrepid bigfeet need some sort of name ("The Earl of Exxon's Troup").
From the Volvo in the car-crusher theme music to the final smirk of the moderators, we're promised a rare shit show tomorrow. The Griper in the diaper fulminates, lies truth out of the solar system, and tells stories so bizarre that Kamala won't be able to challenge them because she's still trying to get her jaw off the floor.
*Or "Slopolopolous" as the always dapper and younger than springtime Trump calls him.
I live about 2 hours from Mosinee, I have to find out "Trump says his plan to expel millions of immigrants will be a ‘bloody story’" from a British newspaper.
They had a lengthy story about his rally on the Spectrum news, some clips of Trump talking, some quotes from rally-goers. One woman said her business has been slow the past 3 years, she wants Trump back in to "get the economy going again." Didn't say what she did for a living, I'm guessing she's a mortician.
The clips of Trump we saw were no more than 5 seconds each, then we hear the voiceover of the reporter saying "The former President raised concerns about the cost of living." Apparently he needs a translator now, and our local reporters are happy to do the job.
And, yeah, Queens Man's fretting about cost of living because he lies about everything and we presume he's skint. The election cash flogging enterprise doesn't even keep him afloat.
He's helped by the sheer verboseness of his craziness. The clip of "childcare is a small number but the taxes on foreign government is a big number" is nearly two minutes long, and have you ever in your life seen a TV news story that features a clip of a candidate speaking that's even one minute? These days, the clip might be 10-15 seconds, max. That's how we do things. Are you saying we should do things differently for Trump? Sounds like bias to me!
Well, come the Great Redarkening* of 2025, you can be certain things will be differently done, yeah. My question is When the Big Guy is Back In Charge, will his rhetorical output be broadcast any more than it is now, or will there be sufficient improvement in AI to simply allow some minion to drop in roughly cogent sound bites immediately before the 2.4 million person crowd (Honest!) cheers wildly to the point of collapse?
*Couldn't remember what I called it up above, and couldn't be bothered...
John Stoehr runs The Editorial Board. He has settled into an extended series on how (truly, and by all appearances clinically) demented Queens Man is, and how desperately important it is to call it out. Pretty good reading.
Buff ain't doing too great lately. I think he needs a vacation, and perhaps Mr. Bombass can come on in his place - he seems like a reasonable deep thinker.
But that Guardian story and Gruppenführer Miller growling about der Endlösung für die Mexikanerfrage when a normal human being would be trying to play it down two months before the fucking election. Holy FUCK.
Received Opinion -- Featuring The Wallet Inspectors. They just want to help by confirming the structural integrity and quality of your wallet!
"Open your wallet and repeat after me, 'Help yourself.' "
Never mind all that – "[Confetti falls; a distant vuvuzela sounds.]" is how we all will live our lives when the Great Bedarkening 2® enfolds us once more. I only hope the confetti is made of some biodegradable, re-edible substance for ingestive purposes once the mondo-over-el-topo hyperinflative event happens...
"Hark! The vuvuzela calls! I must away!"
"Quick, to my barouche!"
"Miss Nelson, you and the rest of the ladies put your shoulders to the harness – I've a long go and intend to get there by sunrise. Now GO!" [whipsnap]
So. Am I the asshole for thinking that today’s Trump dialogue was lucid when it’s pretty he’s stopped all efforts at coherency?
That raised, I’m also open to the idea that maybe he’s easing off on lucidicy and coherency to save up for Tuesday
Of course, he’s clearly focused on shoring up the base and they love the toxic insanity…
I said something like this two weeks ago. The more Trump is provoked, the more he falls back on the greatest hits--windmills, birds, Hannibal L., tariffs. These are the applause lines at rallies, and are what his people want to hear. And the more he does that, it's reasonable (let's say) to hope normal people are put off. Yes? No? Maybe?
Normal Person: "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention, can you have him do it again maybe 20 more times, I might try to pay attention to one of them, thanks."
This is something that struck me, reading Yasterbylansky's latest literary analysis of Trump's offering. The meaning of his words is not relevant, its the buzzwords, triggers, symbols that communicate to his base. They fill in their own meaning, and are happy Trump agrees with them. It is reasonable to hope normal people are put off, but in the immortal words of Yogi Berra, "yes ma'am, but I need a majority".
Yogi woulda won the election except that his campaigning was so sporadic...for instance, he was always too busy to go on the stump in October...
Yogi was always stumping the Dodgers in October
I figured you'd chime in. Where would the Bombers Bronxian have been without him?
Elston Howard was also pretty good
"My assistant manager, Mr. Berra" Casey Stengel always used to call him.
Dude was an athlete, the best bad-ball hitter in baseball. Hit the first pinch-hit home run in World Series history.
(Trivia tidbit--when Bill Mazeroski won Game 7 of the 1960 World Series with a home run, the left fielder whose head he hit it over was Yogi Berra.)
Yes, all this. And for all the talk of "dementia," he knows what he's doing.
I think one thing that's making the rants sound crazier is the cites of hoax stories that are under the radar for most people. He's always used them, but the churning in the hoax story pipeline is way accelerated as we get closer to November. It used to be evident what memo du jour had gone out from Fox to all the GQP. Lately, it seems there's more digging needed to figure out wtf Tubby is ranting about. "Gang took over a city" was distorted from a local story (where the real evil doers are an absentee property company). From that, to fascist social media, to being shoveled into certain ears (by Scavino, Don Jr., or some such goon). Whether or not they know the specific fauxtrage yet, fans hear their cues. Everyone else is left shaking their heads.
This is what Trumpov is doing. Doesn't matter if it's true; it's what they *want* to be true, and they'll bend reality until they get it.
The demenmtia stuff is all wishful thinking. Everyone wants someone or something else to deal with Trump.
Something clicked for me reading Yasterbylansky's latest critical reading of a recent Trump tone poem. His gag is to treat his rambling as poetry, but for me it highlights that his communication is not exactly verbal, but the expression of symbols and memes. The gangs taking over your house rant touches a primal fear of the scary Other with a gun coming for you and your family. It doesn't have to make sense, its better when it doesn't make sense, because we're not dealing with sense here. A private language for private, hidden fears. All the better when the normies scoff and dismiss. "We'll show them. We'll show them all, one day soon".
And your little dog, too...
I knew about the situation in Colorado, but they covered it on Knowledge Fight.
"And the more he does that, it's reasonable (let's say) to hope normal people are put off. Yes? No? Maybe?"
Ain't the question.
Again: he's obviously reaching out solely to core supporters. No effort to go beyond.
How it plays out is the big question, obviously.
A close second is it because he's simply not counting on the popular vote to win so it doesn't matter. He's got the Electoral College, SCOTUS and a possible successful putsch.
And, of course, there's a possibility of genuine cognitive collapse going on. As I enjoy joking, with a pathology like his, it's going to be pretty late by the time we know for sure. First one loses one marbles slowly then all at once...
In this day & age, I really have a hard time not imagining the Prestige Press as gooners, crouching in dark offices lit only by monitor flickers, clad only in a fedora with a press ID tucked in the hatband (natch), skin turning green from lack of food, sunlight, & oxygen, huffing poppers as they click from poll to poll, editorial to editorial, podcast to podcast — finger itching with each new site, each new video to head straight for the outright Fash stuff & the explosion that it inevitably brings…
15 years ago, Suck.com (I think it was) described such a figure as "the bold new breed of journalist that doesn't talk to anyone or go anywhere."
"Back To Journalism School: The Emboldening!"
"Infected aural gash"
I don't know what that is. Is that one of those messages that flashed on the screen in "Alphaville" ?
I loved that shit.
Everybody's getting all "Oh my God the sky is falling" again. I'm getting my absentee ballot
this week . I'm going to fill that out, mail that in and declare myself officially over election 2024.
I can early vote in NC Oct.17: I'll be voting ASAP.
Count on the ASAP Party to Get Things Done Right NOW!
Infected Aural Gash is touring with the Ramones starting next year.
Does Marky know?
I wanna be irrigated...
You one a those orchard-flooders? 'Cause 'round these parts that ain't gonna cut it no mo'.
Drip.
I'm still contemplating going to Toronto for at least until Thursday of Election Week.
Debate's a-comin! That will . . . not do a goddamned thing except provide the media with yet more reasons why Harris shouldn't be president. Trump can (and probably will) be an incoherent blithering imbecile, but the focus will be entirely on Harris's failures even when there are no actual failures.
Whatever she wears will be wrong.
She will laugh too much AND too little.
She will smile too much AND too little.
She will focus on details AND be chided for being vague.
Thus, I plan to spend tomorrow evening studiously avoiding the debate. My sanity demands it!
Aw, man...
Me, I'm hoping they've prepped her to provoke him into rally-worthy incoherence. Let's stipulate that "comparing and contrasting their positions on the issues of the day" is irrelevant, and it's a contest to see who wins Miss Personality. Still. I'm watching.
I'm still hoping somebody on Harris' team had the with to hire a few writers from Last Week Tonight.
I may turn off the damn TV for a week, until the "Trump exceeded expectations" dies down.
I suppose the possibility that he'd just pull out his diseased fascist mushroom dick and slap it on the podium and start screaming for vengeance is too much to expect, and, if it DID happen, it'd just be sanewashed like everything else he does.
"Trump Takes Soft Position"
and then steps on it...
From what Stormy said it isn't that big
"No question, liberals did not enjoy seeing Trump's penis. And the FCC is considering a fine for the exposure of it -- but that plays directly into the Republican base's conviction that the Deep State is out to get him and them. Mere talk of a fine, or any critique of his penis at all, could energize his base enough to lock up Pennsylvania. After all, polls show that a majority of Pennsylvanians are repulsed by Harris-Walz big governmentalism except in towns exceeding two hundred people."
Chuck Todd opined?
Who cares?
This is when Media Whores Online is really missed.
I thought for sure "Lardini" was a made-up suit name.
I thought „lardo“ couldn‘t be what I thought it was. (But it was, and it‘s delicious.)
LARDINI Suit
$ 1,855.00 (80% OFF)
$ 367.00
Marky Markdown and the Suits, coming to a disestablishing shopping mall near you!
Sure, but have you seen what BACON costs? That'll be the new status symbol, rich guys wearing suits woven from strips of bacon. "Ha, don't you wish YOU could afford this, loser!"
Dogs queuing up...
"Down, boy!"
They say dogs are generally pretty good judges of character. Dogs wouldn't like JD Vance if he came wrapped in bacon.
"You want bacon with that?"
"Nah, man – not with THAT..."
"Look, I get it, I'm a dog, I lick my own asshole and beg for food, but even I have SOME self-respect."
Has Peoni fallen on hard times? I notice that none of her outfits break four figures today.
Hey you can edit the comments now, when did that happen?
Quite a while ago, actually.
Welcome aboard!
Were it not for the editing function, my posts'd make less sense than Queensman The Magnificent!
Still doesn't exist on the mobile app.
Sit your ass down in front of a desktop computer like an adult.
For the entire set of adults who are barely ahead of the reaper, grim or otherwise...
Bleh! I can't be held down, I have STUFF TO DO, gotta be on THE MOVE sir!
KIDS TODAY I BLAME THE PARENTS
[inwardly smiling, chalking up another convert]
Get a laptop
They're on sale now, but were expensive when she bought them. Same with Chafe's suit.
That's how you know they're Old Money!
What's she hidin' under that turban??!!
Alcohol-related brain damage?
Is that hidden?
She's a little short of liquidity due to the "Turn-Reagan's-Shoes-Into-NFTs" crisis of 2023.
Seemed like "sNiFTs" was a sure-fire winner of a name, I don't know what went wrong.
NiFTy never really caught on either. For which I fallencrested.
Thanks a lot, Biden!
It took 40+ years, but it has been said: "So was Reagan!"
Bolt's list of questions confirms why I won't be tuning in. (That, and, the infected aural gashes and cochlea-boiling ear bullets.)
Maybe it'll slip by unnoticed, because of the TREMENDOUS EXCITEMENT surrounding the movie.
The Shot Heard 'Round The ... uhmm ... well, the ear, anyway...
Another trenchant episode! By the way, did you know that Stephs'* hand-picked squad of gabblers are now known as "The Power House Players"? I saw it in a caption. It seems to me your intrepid bigfeet need some sort of name ("The Earl of Exxon's Troup").
From the Volvo in the car-crusher theme music to the final smirk of the moderators, we're promised a rare shit show tomorrow. The Griper in the diaper fulminates, lies truth out of the solar system, and tells stories so bizarre that Kamala won't be able to challenge them because she's still trying to get her jaw off the floor.
*Or "Slopolopolous" as the always dapper and younger than springtime Trump calls him.
2 marks for 'younger than springtime'
Do you know how long springtime's been around? But that's Trump, he's younger than the planet's tilt on its axis and its orbit around the Sun.
Haven't really studied it...I'm too chicken.
Who among us doesn't eagerly await the ESPN Pre-Game aesthetics of the introduction, as happened last time?
I can't tell when you're kidding anymore. The Power House Players?
It REALLY said that.
If you want proof I can scan the episode, which is on Hulu
In the midst of all this savvy discourse, let me just say that I heart "Oh, you."
I live about 2 hours from Mosinee, I have to find out "Trump says his plan to expel millions of immigrants will be a ‘bloody story’" from a British newspaper.
They had a lengthy story about his rally on the Spectrum news, some clips of Trump talking, some quotes from rally-goers. One woman said her business has been slow the past 3 years, she wants Trump back in to "get the economy going again." Didn't say what she did for a living, I'm guessing she's a mortician.
The clips of Trump we saw were no more than 5 seconds each, then we hear the voiceover of the reporter saying "The former President raised concerns about the cost of living." Apparently he needs a translator now, and our local reporters are happy to do the job.
2 marks for career speculation.
And, yeah, Queens Man's fretting about cost of living because he lies about everything and we presume he's skint. The election cash flogging enterprise doesn't even keep him afloat.
That E. Jean Carroll suit shows us the high cost of lying.
"Don't let your enemies choose your generals." Rebecca Traister
Dunno who this guy is, but it's great framing in op-ed at RawStory via MSN :
"How the press corps is Trump’s assisted living program "
------ by John Stoehr
•
He's helped by the sheer verboseness of his craziness. The clip of "childcare is a small number but the taxes on foreign government is a big number" is nearly two minutes long, and have you ever in your life seen a TV news story that features a clip of a candidate speaking that's even one minute? These days, the clip might be 10-15 seconds, max. That's how we do things. Are you saying we should do things differently for Trump? Sounds like bias to me!
Well, come the Great Redarkening* of 2025, you can be certain things will be differently done, yeah. My question is When the Big Guy is Back In Charge, will his rhetorical output be broadcast any more than it is now, or will there be sufficient improvement in AI to simply allow some minion to drop in roughly cogent sound bites immediately before the 2.4 million person crowd (Honest!) cheers wildly to the point of collapse?
*Couldn't remember what I called it up above, and couldn't be bothered...
John Stoehr runs The Editorial Board. He has settled into an extended series on how (truly, and by all appearances clinically) demented Queens Man is, and how desperately important it is to call it out. Pretty good reading.
Buff ain't doing too great lately. I think he needs a vacation, and perhaps Mr. Bombass can come on in his place - he seems like a reasonable deep thinker.
But that Guardian story and Gruppenführer Miller growling about der Endlösung für die Mexikanerfrage when a normal human being would be trying to play it down two months before the fucking election. Holy FUCK.
That question being "Que pasa?"