“I shall wear my glassfloor breaking HillaryBubble Suit as I insanely exceed my namesake Sir Edmund Hillary’s conquest of Mount Everest by becoming the first woman to reach the summit … and stay there.”
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From my youth up I never liked the city.
I never forgot the mountains where I was born.
The world caught me and harnessed me
And drove me through dust, thirty years away from home.
Migratory birds return to the same tree.
Fish find their way back to the pools where they were hatched.
I have been over the whole country,
And I have come back at last to the garden of my childhood.
My farm is only ten acres.
The farm house has eight or nine rooms.
Elms and willows shade the back garden.
Peach trees stand by the front door.
The village is out of sight.
You can hear dogs bark in the alleys,
And cocks crow in the mulberry trees.
When you come through the gate into the court
You will find no dust or mess.
Peace and quiet live in every room.
I am content to stay here the rest of my life.
At last I have found myself.
— Tao Yuan Ming (Tao Qian) Chinese, 365-427
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I won’t be surprised to turn on the telescreen someday and see a report about Hillary Clinton mysteriously exploding. Maybe because she got too close to an RF source or something.
“It happens sometimes. People just explode. Natural causes.”
One trip, topple and resultant bounce with that bubble wrap suit will result in an epic head injury. Guess she got the idea after falling during her bubble bath. Eureka!!! And no Hillary, Melania is not impressed.
Hee hee. Forgot the helmet. Not that there’s anything left to save up there.
For real?
…and always, Humma’s grimacing rictus and Mail Pouch dip lower lip. Her iPhone-clutching claw. It’s always nauseating…
And it is MURCEK for the win with: “Mail Pouch dip lower lip.”