Hunger It's What's For DinnerMay 20, 2022, 7:59 PM
The pedocrats will burn it all down better with rolling blackouts, rationing of everything with equity czars, turning the dollar into Weimar Wheelbarrow Wallpaper, Helter Skelter divide and conquer, and more egalitarian misery for all. Yes we can!
At least we won’t have any orange tweets…by the people’s burn barrel café with tasty ratmeat kebabs and the new Brazil Favela bottled water in our sporty burlap sack pants made from old rubber tires sandals.
VanderleunMay 21, 2022, 12:08 AM
Huaraches… they’re whats for dinner.
Jim in OxfordMay 21, 2022, 3:21 AM
I’m hungry — how ’bout you?!
That was one of the most beautiful video clips I think I’ve ever seen. What a hard-working, fortunate pair of human beings!
Thanks, Gerard, for a break from all the bad news out there . . .
Strange vid. I’m totally not accustomed to the Shrill of the Chanticleer, particularly early in the morning before cup #5 (It takes me awhile). So, anywho, I immediately thought of this scene from Vacation:
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can’t be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can’t hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
“Where to? what next?”
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The pedocrats will burn it all down better with rolling blackouts, rationing of everything with equity czars, turning the dollar into Weimar Wheelbarrow Wallpaper, Helter Skelter divide and conquer, and more egalitarian misery for all. Yes we can!
At least we won’t have any orange tweets…by the people’s burn barrel café with tasty ratmeat kebabs and the new Brazil Favela bottled water in our sporty burlap sack pants made from old rubber tires sandals.
Huaraches… they’re whats for dinner.
I’m hungry — how ’bout you?!
That was one of the most beautiful video clips I think I’ve ever seen. What a hard-working, fortunate pair of human beings!
Thanks, Gerard, for a break from all the bad news out there . . .
If you liked that, try this, he’s been doing it for awhile.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v3LbCqUIySo
Strange vid. I’m totally not accustomed to the Shrill of the Chanticleer, particularly early in the morning before cup #5 (It takes me awhile). So, anywho, I immediately thought of this scene from Vacation:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bkExpbnjsX8&t=20s
That was just wonderful. Good photography, culinary expertise, and the pets are movie stars, at least to me.
I watch these all the time. Works fine to lower the blood pressure. Those people are living in the garden of Eden. Incredible.
I hope they are far removed from Nagorno-Karabakh, or they may find more than their pilaf baking among the ashes.