Tuesday, October 10, 2023
Is Everything Suddenly Going to Hell?
Monday, October 9, 2023
The Ministry of Truth Fires Up
“Do not refer to militants, soldiers, or anyone else as ‘terrorists. The notion of terrorism remains highly politicized and is part of the story. Even when quoting/clipping a government or a source referring to fighters as ‘terrorists,’ we should add context to ensure the audience understands this opinion, not fact.”According to the Daily Caller, Anti-Defamation League CEO Jonathan Greenblatt lit into MSNBC’s early morning propagandist Jonathan Lemire on live TV for the network’s coverage of the attack. In particular, network slugs Ali Velshi’s and Ayman Mohyeldin's attempt to blame the attacks on Israel. Greenblatt point blank asked who was writing MSNBC's script's. Hamas?
Sunday, October 8, 2023
Friday, October 6, 2023
Middle Finger Symphony Theater
~ No Tuxedos Required ~
Wednesday, October 4, 2023
Your Official Almost Semi-World Famous Fabulous Mid Week Irredeemable Big Ass Open Thread.
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I Should Have Listened to the Dog and took a Right Turn at the Red Barn
As a musician, I've played many types of gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper’s cemetery out in the country. As I was not familiar with the area, I got lost.
I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch.
I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I didn’t know what else to do, so I just sat down and started to play.
The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I’ve never played before for this homeless man I had never met.
And as I played ‘Amazing Grace,’ the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together. Even the dog. When I finished, I packed up and started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full.
As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, “I ain't never seen nothin’ like that before and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.”
Apparently, I’m still lost…




