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The Thinly Veiled Racism of the Republican Orange Boy Fantasy
My daddy told me one time when I was knee-high to a grasshopper–okay it was a really big grasshopper–that I would do well to look a man in the eye when he paid me. I was not to take my pay by reaching behind my back to get it. In time I learned that to do as he instructed, it was necessary to do my work as he had instructed me too. His only instruction about work was, “If it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing right.” Right meant that not only was work to be done to a standard higher than a client could reach himself and to be done efficiently and, obviously, so that it could not be done better in the same time by anyone. It could be done as well, but if someone could do it better, the job just wasn’t done yet. I’ve found in my brief sojourn here in this world that the old man knew what he was talking about.
By John Worthington2 years ago in The Swamp
Have We Become a Nation of Pig Beauty Apologists?
Not that it’s any of my business particularly, but I have a couple of thoughts about “woke” that I’d like to run by you for your esteemed consideration. I think there’s a good chance that underneath the Republican bullshit about the poor old unsuspecting word “woke,” there are some real nuggets of wisdom we shouldn’t ignore completely, merely because some often offensive Other thought smart thoughts. Besides, I suspect that the part of what those folks are calling “woke” is really a stupid part of the “We all be one big old feelings protected family. Kumbaya!” crowd and other equally challenged demographics on both sides of the great Left/Right divide. Maybe what the anti-woke wing of the Freedom Circus is trying to say (but lack the verbal mastery to spit out), is there are word salads which just do not make sense simply because they do not define reality but rather attempt to put lipstick on all their pigs. That is something that has gradually become all too real in our society. I fear we’ve advanced into a nation of pig beauty apologists.
By John Worthington2 years ago in The Swamp
With Friends Like These You’d Crib Out in Court Too
Is Will Smith up for a new role? Men in Red Ties? What a spectacle, eh? Big Orange in court for a crime that got his fixer 3 years. His fixer was convicted for the same damned thing Big is in court for. Big and the fixer were in it together. There’s a little bit of a backstory here. Seems Big Orange is such a sensitive human being that he needs a mental health specialist, like his niece. I think she must have written a prescription for Big. If it wasn’t her, it must have been someone else close to him, like his mommy. I can’t pinpoint exactly who, but someone must have prescribed sleep therapy to counteract tense events in his life, like being nearly 80. I think the prescription must say something like–if an event is overly intense the best way to keep the heart from exploding from pride or something is to just zone out. Sleep is good for the inventive mind. Tesla, Franklin, Bell, Ford, Einstein and now Big Orange all endorse naps as a rejuvenating and creative activity which costs very little. Well, usually, I don’t know how much it costs to crib out in court.
By John Worthington2 years ago in The Swamp
Silly Socialites and the Contrarians Small Town Tour 2024
I don’t know that I’ve mentioned this, but I grew up in a small town. Small towns are “interesting,” and that would be something good you could say about small town life. There isn’t much to do in a small town because no one can afford to keep an entertainment center open for the dozen or so kids that might live there. Potlucks at the fire hall or the lodge can be the most exciting thing to take place for weeks at a time. Churches become community gathering places for this or that level or pecking order within the town itself. The most overriding aspect of small town life is that everyone knows your business. And there is always a cantankerous person or two who have some cantankerous friends who collectively are known as Contrarians. They perennially oppose The Silly Social Club who are the progressives in town. You know the ones. They’re the ones who want street lights, stop signs, and paved roads.
By John Worthington2 years ago in The Swamp
Trump's First Assassination Attempt. Content Warning.
Before 20-year-old Thomas Crooks attempted to kill former President Trump, there was Michael Steven Sandford, a British man who was the same age as Crooks tried to assassinate Donald Trump before he became the President-Elect in 2016. He didn't shoot Trump or anyone else. This is how it all unfolded.
By Gladys W. Muturi2 years ago in The Swamp
