WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
The Japanese: Nuked Too Much or ……. I rest my case.
byVanderleunonAugust 9, 2019
This item concerns a boy suspended from the ceiling and his grandmother. When they get him down the grandmother needs to horsewhip him through downtown Tokyo at rush hour like an old mule.
As the sign in front of the old Lone Stare Cafe* used to say: “Too Much Ain’t Enough”.
*https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lone_Star_Cafe
JackAugust 10, 2019, 5:09 AM
Spare the mule, matter of fact, spare all of them. Horse whip him like he’s an left wing nut job of every flavor from rat’cheer at home.
Millie WoodsAugust 10, 2019, 6:46 AM
They’re weird but l got more faith in the inhabitants of that tiny island than l do in the whole continent of Africa and most of the rest of the world.
Toxic Deplorable Racist B WoodmanAugust 10, 2019, 8:02 AM
I’ve heard that the Japanese people are crowded on their little island, but this is ridiculous.
CCAugust 10, 2019, 8:47 AM
OTOH, what an inventive way to efficiently handle the lack of interior space!
She should string some rope lights on him.
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For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder-broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter-love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
In the cliff’s talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush–and that was all.
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He thought he kept the universe alone;
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Shoulda left him up there.
Shikata ga nai.
As the sign in front of the old Lone Stare Cafe* used to say: “Too Much Ain’t Enough”.
*https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lone_Star_Cafe
Spare the mule, matter of fact, spare all of them. Horse whip him like he’s an left wing nut job of every flavor from rat’cheer at home.
They’re weird but l got more faith in the inhabitants of that tiny island than l do in the whole continent of Africa and most of the rest of the world.
I’ve heard that the Japanese people are crowded on their little island, but this is ridiculous.
OTOH, what an inventive way to efficiently handle the lack of interior space!
She should string some rope lights on him.
There has to be an easier way to kill grandma
Was thinking of you when I saw this the other day … nuked enough I suspect.