“And if my thought dreams could be seen, they’d probably put my head in a guillotine. . .”
Keep a close eye peeled for the now even more repulsive Meryl Streep, among other creatures of the night. The only downside to flying a cruise missile up the receiving line might be the destruction of a few paintings, broken statues, and battered books, but I’m counting on drone-steered targeting to minimize that.
More fuel for the fires that shall burn to the bone: Bell Boy! I’ve gotta get runnin’ now Bell Boy! Keep my lip buttoned down Bell Boy! Carry this baggage out Bell Boy! Always running at someone’s heel You know how I feel, always running at someone’s heel
PHOTO: Hillary Clinton Maskless at Met Gala as Masked Black Staffer Attends Her Gown The unnamed staffer is the latest example in which the “help,” often persons of color, are masked while wealthy liberals, many of whom theoretically support draconian coronavirus restrictions on other people, go maskless at elite celebrations. The unnamed staffer is the latest example in which the “help,” often persons of color, are masked while wealthy liberals, many of whom theoretically support draconian coronavirus restrictions on other people, go maskless at elite celebrations. “MASKS?” “Masks are for little people. The peasants that serve us.”
A better collection of Satanic dung I have never seen.
KCKMay 3, 2022, 9:02 AM
The Hillary portrait. The look on her face…
Let the meme wars begin!
I need some eye bleach, now.
PA CatMay 3, 2022, 3:46 PM
At least Hillary didn’t wear the same blue dress and red high heels as her husband did in his famous portrait:
Speaking of Bubba, did he show up at the Met gala for some face time with Barry and Tony (aka TweedleDumb and TweedleDumber)?
Bill JonesMay 3, 2022, 9:11 AM
I was going to post a link to the image of the gun to solve all the worlds problems that’s been parked at various elevations on the right side column for what? a decade? and it’s gone!
The same could be said—has been said—about “Bathhouse Barry” Obama. Except rumor has it he preferred older white males. He was both fellator and recipient. More physiologically descriptive than that I will not say.
JackMay 3, 2022, 4:13 PM
Larry Sinclair was probably telling the truth about his experience with Obama, cocaine and a drug addled bj in the back of a car. These peeps may not believe it but I have a good idea that all of them are going straight to Hell.
JackMay 3, 2022, 4:10 PM
I always thought that lesbians wouldn’t do that thingy.
It was a scene of great richness, that masquerade. There were seven rooms in which Prospero’s friends danced.
And you may be sure that the clothes the dancers chose to wear, their costumes, were strange and wonderful. The dancers looked like the forms we might see in troubled dreams. And these — the
dreams — danced softly through the rooms, taking the color of the rooms as they moved
As the stranger was entering the seventh room, Prospero suddenly and angrily rushed through the six rooms. No one dared to follow him. He held a sharp knife high over his head, ready to strike the stranger. When he was within three or four feet of the strange masquerader, the stranger turned and stood silent, looking firmly into Prospero’s eyes. There was a cry — and the knife dropped shining
upon the black floor, upon which a minute later Prospero himself fell, dead. The dancers then rushed into the black room. The strongest of the men tried to hold the masquerader, whose tall form stood beside the black clock; but when they put their hands on him they found inside the grave-clothes no human form, no body — nothing!
Now they knew that it was the Red Death itself that had come in the night. One by one the dancers fell, and each died as he fell. And the fires died. And the clock stopped. And darkness and decay and
the Red Death ruled forever over all.
The best line…. “Even among those who laugh at both life and death, some matters cannot be laughed at.”
Back home, we wuz so poor that we couldn’t afford no Red Death at our masques.
But we had a cask of Ned’s Meth. [budda bing]
And we liked it.
One time a tall stranger came in. We thought, “Uh, oh, its that Red Death fella we been hearing about lately.”
But nope, it was just basket from Fred and Jeff. [Oh, yeah? You got something better?]
Scott Adams is one strange dude, conflicted, obnoxious, overbearing, etc… but THIS is hilarious. Adams has introduced his first black character into Dilbert and the blowback was instant. https://voxday.net/2022/05/03/can-you-say-template/
gwbnycMay 3, 2022, 11:44 AM
LOL that’s like gettin’ a piano dropped on ya.
ThisIsNotNutellaMay 4, 2022, 12:11 AM
Since Vox Day is in the mix, make that TWO strange dudes, conflicted, obnoxious, overbearing, etc.
That wretched degenerate checks about every box of depravity. No one would have heard of this junkyard freak were it not for “queer history”, a subset of a subset of a subset of real History. Most of the claims in the article about him are from “queer” historians and are—of course—either wildly exaggerated or simply confected from nothing. It is Wikipedia after all.
His effect upon Weimar was non-existent save for the depraved grotesqueries that crowded around him.
He was a eugenicist as well. From a “queer history” web site:
“He was a eugenicist who believed intellectually and developmentally disabled people were a threat to society. Many of the words he created were later used against the queer community…”
If anyone deserved to be tossed into the camps, Hirschfeld certainly did. He was made for Zyklon-B. When Hitler came to power all of Hirschfeld’s “research”, “institutes” and such were sent to the flames—one of Adolf’s contributions to civilization. Hirschfeld had skedaddled long before, and so escaped his well-earned place in the ovens.
I use to get the biggest kick out of WRSA, suggesting Michelle O and Hillary having bigger ducks then their husbands. I miss those days. Those guys were ruthless! Eat their own daily. Ahh the bad old good days.
KerryMay 3, 2022, 3:51 PM
Repulsive people. But I do miss having access to the Met. What a fabulous place to visit and take in the extraordinary creative accomplishments of humanity.
The National Museum of Anthropology in Mexico City has my vote. You want “extraordinary creative accomplishments of humanity”? Then look there. New York fancies itself has a center of all that is worth knowing. Really? Memo to New Yorkers: The world is bigger—and better—than New York. You have no idea of what man has accomplished in his 6000 years.
If New York vanished in a nuclear cloud—taking of course the Met—humanity would be none the worse for wear. It might be better off.
gwbnycMay 3, 2022, 9:48 PM
it was open friday nights until 9; my wife and I had our first date there, we had the place to ourselves. we sat in the garden where the Wright Windows are displayed. we made the long walk through the egyptian collection and turned left into the temple hall, devoid of people and noise. there is a pool suggesting the nile, its humidity could be felt. 1995.
too, I remember you could get lunch on the main floor after a walk through greek bronze and anatolian prehistoric statuary, incredibly beautiful, correct, in its simplicity.
Someone in my house was watching this yesterday afternoon. The one benefit of seeing it live on TV was watching these idjits make ridiculous pouty facial expressions and contort themselves in various ways to look “good” for the still shots, then try to walk without falling down or getting mangled by their own costumes. You’d have to have a heart of stone not to point and laugh.
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Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
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I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
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I don’t know why everybody’s making fun. I had a great time. And I brought home a shit ton of shrimp in a doggie bag.
A better collection of Satanic dung I have never seen.
The Hillary portrait. The look on her face…
Let the meme wars begin!
I need some eye bleach, now.
At least Hillary didn’t wear the same blue dress and red high heels as her husband did in his famous portrait:
Speaking of Bubba, did he show up at the Met gala for some face time with Barry and Tony (aka TweedleDumb and TweedleDumber)?
I was going to post a link to the image of the gun to solve all the worlds problems that’s been parked at various elevations on the right side column for what? a decade? and it’s gone!
What happened?
I was going to cite the source and everything.
Aunque la mona se vista de seda, mona se queda.
(Google images for this are great.)
JWM
Claro. Estoy de acuerdo.
Stop mocking Hillary. At least she gave a “person of color” a job.
I suspect she has given many a “person of color” a job; a blow job.
The same could be said—has been said—about “Bathhouse Barry” Obama. Except rumor has it he preferred older white males. He was both fellator and recipient. More physiologically descriptive than that I will not say.
Larry Sinclair was probably telling the truth about his experience with Obama, cocaine and a drug addled bj in the back of a car. These peeps may not believe it but I have a good idea that all of them are going straight to Hell.
I always thought that lesbians wouldn’t do that thingy.
They can multitask. Sometimes they are engaged with more than one—of their kind or of the other kind—and must be everywhere at once. Busy, busy, busy.
And Larry Sinclair was telling the truth.
Ahh yes, hearkens back to – https://youtu.be/2VRxLAGDGIQ?t=749
It was a scene of great richness, that masquerade. There were seven rooms in which Prospero’s friends danced.
And you may be sure that the clothes the dancers chose to wear, their costumes, were strange and wonderful. The dancers looked like the forms we might see in troubled dreams. And these — the
dreams — danced softly through the rooms, taking the color of the rooms as they moved
As the stranger was entering the seventh room, Prospero suddenly and angrily rushed through the six rooms. No one dared to follow him. He held a sharp knife high over his head, ready to strike the stranger. When he was within three or four feet of the strange masquerader, the stranger turned and stood silent, looking firmly into Prospero’s eyes. There was a cry — and the knife dropped shining
upon the black floor, upon which a minute later Prospero himself fell, dead. The dancers then rushed into the black room. The strongest of the men tried to hold the masquerader, whose tall form stood beside the black clock; but when they put their hands on him they found inside the grave-clothes no human form, no body — nothing!
Now they knew that it was the Red Death itself that had come in the night. One by one the dancers fell, and each died as he fell. And the fires died. And the clock stopped. And darkness and decay and
the Red Death ruled forever over all.
The best line…. “Even among those who laugh at both life and death, some matters cannot be laughed at.”
https://americanenglish.state.gov/files/ae/resource_files/the_mask_of_the_red_death.pdf
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nJhgEMKLuHI Cash. When the man comes around
Back home, we wuz so poor that we couldn’t afford no Red Death at our masques.
But we had a cask of Ned’s Meth. [budda bing]
And we liked it.
One time a tall stranger came in. We thought, “Uh, oh, its that Red Death fella we been hearing about lately.”
But nope, it was just basket from Fred and Jeff. [Oh, yeah? You got something better?]
[That’s all I got. Some of us have to work.]
Scott Adams is one strange dude, conflicted, obnoxious, overbearing, etc… but THIS is hilarious. Adams has introduced his first black character into Dilbert and the blowback was instant.
https://voxday.net/2022/05/03/can-you-say-template/
LOL that’s like gettin’ a piano dropped on ya.
Since Vox Day is in the mix, make that TWO strange dudes, conflicted, obnoxious, overbearing, etc.
But they both earn more than their keep.
an assortment of buffoons
laughable
Look closely these people are your enemies. A whole new breed of men and women without souls. My work here is all but done, said the devil himself.
Which reminds me I need to take the celeb tour in Hollywood. Need to update those target packages.
Weimar.
Worse. Weimar Germany could still tell the difference between men and women.
Herr Doktor Professor Magnus Hirschfeld holding for you on Line 666.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magnus_Hirschfeld
That wretched degenerate checks about every box of depravity. No one would have heard of this junkyard freak were it not for “queer history”, a subset of a subset of a subset of real History. Most of the claims in the article about him are from “queer” historians and are—of course—either wildly exaggerated or simply confected from nothing. It is Wikipedia after all.
His effect upon Weimar was non-existent save for the depraved grotesqueries that crowded around him.
He was a eugenicist as well. From a “queer history” web site:
“He was a eugenicist who believed intellectually and developmentally disabled people were a threat to society. Many of the words he created were later used against the queer community…”
If anyone deserved to be tossed into the camps, Hirschfeld certainly did. He was made for Zyklon-B. When Hitler came to power all of Hirschfeld’s “research”, “institutes” and such were sent to the flames—one of Adolf’s contributions to civilization. Hirschfeld had skedaddled long before, and so escaped his well-earned place in the ovens.
I use to get the biggest kick out of WRSA, suggesting Michelle O and Hillary having bigger ducks then their husbands. I miss those days. Those guys were ruthless! Eat their own daily. Ahh the bad old good days.
Repulsive people. But I do miss having access to the Met. What a fabulous place to visit and take in the extraordinary creative accomplishments of humanity.
The National Museum of Anthropology in Mexico City has my vote. You want “extraordinary creative accomplishments of humanity”? Then look there. New York fancies itself has a center of all that is worth knowing. Really? Memo to New Yorkers: The world is bigger—and better—than New York. You have no idea of what man has accomplished in his 6000 years.
If New York vanished in a nuclear cloud—taking of course the Met—humanity would be none the worse for wear. It might be better off.
it was open friday nights until 9; my wife and I had our first date there, we had the place to ourselves. we sat in the garden where the Wright Windows are displayed. we made the long walk through the egyptian collection and turned left into the temple hall, devoid of people and noise. there is a pool suggesting the nile, its humidity could be felt. 1995.
too, I remember you could get lunch on the main floor after a walk through greek bronze and anatolian prehistoric statuary, incredibly beautiful, correct, in its simplicity.
and cleopatra’s needle resting on brazen crabs.
Someone in my house was watching this yesterday afternoon. The one benefit of seeing it live on TV was watching these idjits make ridiculous pouty facial expressions and contort themselves in various ways to look “good” for the still shots, then try to walk without falling down or getting mangled by their own costumes. You’d have to have a heart of stone not to point and laugh.
https://uploads.disquscdn.com/images/0c22cf18eaf539ca0136452d759552e3639d38ebadf82366af32b1c1d75ef555.jpg
-and this, a touch of class. gotta be the classiest woman in the house:
https://uploads.disquscdn.com/images/3d4381e3ddca120add03c6ccb2d5da263594cde4a253f726c3b0deb550943924.png
“because his mom wanted to go”