Barely time to reload, in the jungle......:
Tuesday, July 17, 2018
NPR: WHY? WHY ASK WHY? ASK THE STONE IMPROVMaybe Trump is an idiot, as they suppose.
My explanation is that set out below.
My view is, also, and separately, that even if he did what he did for wrong reasons, he did the right thing.
He can do a right thing for, possibly, wrong reasons, or for no reasons at all.
Say he did it based on a feeling at the time, or at the moment, a sense of danger or peril, a sixth sense, a scent, say, in the jungle, at night, circling around the perimeter of another hungry prowling cautious cat, only half visible.
It is sort of a take off, and the obverse, of Thomas Friedman's remark, 'some things are true, even if Trump believes them'.
Monday, June 10, 2019
THE MENU MEDIA NYT COMPLAINS RE GOOGLE POP CULTBUNDLES MONOPOPOLIES
Thursday, November 2, 2017
HACKING INTO GLOBALIST MYSTERY MEAT TAX CUT ECONOMICS THE MENU
Saturday, November 16, 2019
OBAMA WARNING AGAINST REVOLUTIONARY DEMOCRATS
He is aloof, in a pinnacle, not down on the floor of their jungle, where it is now Dem eat Dem.
Their backs, these cats, are all now backed against the wall, cornered where they lurk, and each must turn and fight.
They see that Trump is bloodied but still relentlessly bearing down even now on what is left of their few and dwindling unstarved attrited numbers.
Why not turn further down and left to fight on to the end at a lower, visceral, level, here in the jungle?
Their backs, these cats, are all now backed against the wall, cornered where they lurk, and each must turn and fight.
They see that Trump is bloodied but still relentlessly bearing down even now on what is left of their few and dwindling unstarved attrited numbers.
Why not turn further down and left to fight on to the end at a lower, visceral, level, here in the jungle?
Tuesday, August 27, 2019
WITH WHO OWNS THE AMAZON? THE WORM OF RAVENOUS LIEO LIBERALISM HAS TURNED NOW INTO A NEOCOLONIALIST AFRO JUNGLE SHOWDOWN
Its back against the wall, its balls to the wall, there is nothing, nothing, left now, no alternative, no plan B, for it to do, now, but finally, finally, reluctantly, cornered, turn, and fight, fight its way out of what it has built around it, fight for its life, fight for survival, like a wild animal in the jungle at night, surrounded by other predators, none of which can truly, or for very long, ever, ever, be trusted, each, emaciated, old, almost toothless, mangy, half starved, obligate carnivores, preying on ruminants, other game, and now, increasingly, as market and attacker capitalist wild game profit margins finally collapse of their own weight, on each other, each more hungry, half famished, almost as well armed, and way more numerous, and fully as dangerous or more so now, than itself.
This is dedicated to the memory of E R Burroughs, with whose ideas I did not normally agree, but who could paint a picture.
This is dedicated to the memory of E R Burroughs, with whose ideas I did not normally agree, but who could paint a picture.
Tuesday, July 17, 2018
THE JUNGLE
"...It is composed of only two kinds of people, the rulers, who rely largely on intimidation, and the ruled. Every deal has a winner and a loser--there is no such thing, in his universe, as mutual advantage. This is also why he can't trust anyone, and why his White House will continue to look like a revolving door. That view is genuinely dangerous and politically disastrous to our standing in the world, which depends on the recognition and pursuit of common interest...." DK
There is no common interest in the jungle.
No allies. No trust.
No mutual advantage.
Simian.
Trump Putin, circling each other, Helsinki dialogue:
Great job Terkoz!
Thanks Kerchak!
Simian.
Trump Putin, circling each other, Helsinki dialogue:
Great job Terkoz!
Thanks Kerchak!
Thursday, June 7, 2018
THE COLOR WHITE SIGN OF ORIGINAL RACIST IMPERIALIST SIN IN THE JUNGLE
You can't be white anymore, especially white male, but all white women are also tarred with the same brush, believe me, baby, whether they like it or not.
Same with Uncle Aunt Toms (eg Ferguson's Wife, triple whammie: black, Muslim, Aunt Tom, woman), in the globaliberal jungle.
Friday, February 16, 2018
DK POST MY COMMENT
"Today much of the left believes in a world where virtue or the lack of it is defined by skin color, gender, and sexual orientation." DK
I would go, and have gone, a little further, perhaps too far, in this sort of analysis of globalist leftism:
The good skin color is a blend where no race is distinct, the good gender is at best ambivalent, the good sexual orientation multivalent.
I would go, and have gone, a little further, perhaps too far, in this sort of analysis of globalist leftism:
The good skin color is a blend where no race is distinct, the good gender is at best ambivalent, the good sexual orientation multivalent.
This is an old post of mine on multiculturalism and where it has led: Wednesday, April 5, 2017
Monday, February 24, 2020
JUNGLE DIALOGUE 2095
Where are we?
Not far from the coast.
Pretty overgrown.
Yeah.
Any humans?
Only cannibals.
Any idea what this place is?
Used to be called Hollywood.
Not far from the coast.
Pretty overgrown.
Yeah.
Any humans?
Only cannibals.
Any idea what this place is?
Used to be called Hollywood.
Friday, December 16, 2016
RE PUTIN US HACK CLAIMS INDECENT SHOW HOW WE KNOW LEOPARD MAN HACKING DIALOGUE
Cannibal Politics:
General Butt Naked (A Leopard Man): "How you know we hacked you?"
Ogunda, (A Crocodile Man): "We hacked two men, they confessed."
General: "I cannot tell this here; tribe will hack me."
Ogunda: "Nor I; I will hack my men who hacked your men."
General: "More meat!"
Ogunda: "More meat!"
This post dedicated to Newt Gingrich
General Butt Naked (A Leopard Man): "How you know we hacked you?"
Ogunda, (A Crocodile Man): "We hacked two men, they confessed."
General: "I cannot tell this here; tribe will hack me."
Ogunda: "Nor I; I will hack my men who hacked your men."
General: "More meat!"
Ogunda: "More meat!"
This post dedicated to Newt Gingrich
Thursday, October 17, 2019
LISA LERER ON POLITICS WHAT'S EATING JOE BIDEN?
ANSWER:
Thursday, October 17, 2019
FAMISHED DEMOCAT IN THE IMPEACHMENT JUNGLE
Big tempting piece of raw boar impeach meat, dimly moonlit clearing.
The famished, old, mangy off color Cat gathers itself for a spring, maybe its last spring, the air thick with the scent of other predators, Neocarns.
It pauses, crouched, parched, and waits.
It can almost feel the hot fetid breath of close simian scrutiny:
An almost invisible, hardly indifferent, black robed leopard.
No nearby tranquil bubbling Brooks.
Another Hunter, young, reckless, greedy and abroad.
Nearby, a spotted leonhardt, flat out, tail twitching spasmodically.
Fears finally Trump greed, even hunger, in the Wilde.
It pauses, crouched, parched, and waits.
It can almost feel the hot fetid breath of close simian scrutiny:
An almost invisible, hardly indifferent, black robed leopard.
No nearby tranquil bubbling Brooks.
Another Hunter, young, reckless, greedy and abroad.
Nearby, a spotted leonhardt, flat out, tail twitching spasmodically.
Fears finally Trump greed, even hunger, in the Wilde.
It smells many things, flowers, the scent of man, of cannibals!.... Is the hunk of mystery meat Biden, a quid pro quo, not boar, T Rump, St hein quarter, a leftover hunk of raw Gabbard, in the half light, the Twilight?
A trap to capture it live! (On television.)
Haul it, panting and mute, onto the floor of The Swamp In the fierce blinding Schiff ting glare of Open Midday Hill transparent Sunshine.
Cornered, a big, long in the tooth, Cat can't escape down a narrow dark mysterious Warren, an inaccessible subterranian catacomb fit only for Hobbits or dwarves, Cruzes or Rubios.
Go ask Alice.
Go ask Clinton, when she's ten feet tall.
Haul it, panting and mute, onto the floor of The Swamp In the fierce blinding Schiff ting glare of Open Midday Hill transparent Sunshine.
Cornered, a big, long in the tooth, Cat can't escape down a narrow dark mysterious Warren, an inaccessible subterranian catacomb fit only for Hobbits or dwarves, Cruzes or Rubios.
Go ask Alice.
Go ask Clinton, when she's ten feet tall.
This post is dedicated to Newt Gingrich.
I wrote the original post, Famished Democats, today, before seeing Lerer's article.... It was just Kismet. The above is an extended embellishment. Embellished again later.
I wrote the original post, Famished Democats, today, before seeing Lerer's article.... It was just Kismet. The above is an extended embellishment. Embellished again later.
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