But I do like other animals. Most other animals in fact. And just because I’m a dog person doesn’t mean I don’t like cats. I do!
And I do talk about poop a lot. So I understand why you might be thinking that this is me, that I made this video.
But it’s not. I didn’t.
In fact, I wouldn’t have found it except that I was reading a post over at The Bloggess.
Jenny was using Google’s auto-complete function to see what would happen if she typed in “Jenny likes”. I thought it would be fun to see what Elyse likes.
In January 1998 John, Jacob and I visited the town of Canterbury, home to Canterbury Cathedral.
Image from Wikipedia because it was a damn good picture.
It is a a beautiful cathedral. But part of the fascination with it is it’s history — the fact that it was the site of the assassination of Archbishop Thomas Beckett at the behest of King Henry II. Sort of.
Reportedly, the King was famously infuriated with his former friend, the Archbishop for a number of transgressions, including excommunicating a bunch of English nobles. He famously uttered:
“Who will rid me of this troublesome priest?”
Being the King, folks took it as a command. Wikipedia names the four knights, Reginald fitzUrse, Hugh de Morville, William de Tracy and Richard le Breton, either carried out the king’s command, or misinterpreted the king’s intention. Either way, they assassinated Archbishop Thomas Beckett on the altar of Canterbury Cathedral.
Google Image
In case you are hiding under your bed trying to get away from news about the election, Trump opened his trap again today, and once again said something that should disqualify him for the presidency.
Today’s vomit from Trump can be heard here:
Yeah, I know you didn’t click on the link.
He said:
“If she gets to pick her judges, nothing you can do, folks. Although the Second Amendment people, maybe there is, I don’t know.”
Now let’s see. Did Donald Trump just call for the assassination of Hillary Clinton? Or will one of his followers, you know, one of the disgruntled, racist, misogynistic white guys get out his gun(s) and do Donald’s bidding.
“Who will rid me of this troublesome priest?”/
“Who will rid me of this troublesome girl?”
Especially since, in spite of the fact that Trump’s campaign is tanking and he is hemorrhaging in the polls, and he’s claiming that the election, if he loses, will be rigged.
We all knew it would be a shit storm when the GOP got together to nominate Donald Trump in Cleveland. But even I didn’t think it would actually turn into a a convention hall where folks would be running for the bathrooms instead of the exits.
Apparently, though, they are. Because the GOP doesn’t just have a shitty candidate, they have norovirus:
The virus can be caught through contact from infected people or surfaces, or through consuming contaminated food or water. Norovirus inflames the stomach, the intestines, or both. Symptoms include stomach pain, nausea, diarrhea and vomiting. (Washington Post)
Of course, their candidate has been producing shit from his mouth and making the rest of the world vomit and crap their pants in fear since he announced he was running last year. And then again each time he speaks.
But with the norovirus taking hold of the delegates, I’m wondering if Mr. Trump needs a new form of transportation to make sure those delegates fill the convention hall to listen to the crazy line up of misogynists, racists and fear mongers.
Don’t you think that they should be riding in this fine vehicle:
Picture Credit: Father Kaine’s The Last of the Milleniums. Where else? He finds the best things.
If this isn’t a metaphor for today’s GOP, I don’t know what is.
Balls are not allowed at next week’s GOP convention where the politicians who haven’t had the balls to stand up to Little Fingers Don until now will nominate him to be their candidate for President of the FUCKING UNITED STATES!
Image from thumbs.dreamtime.com
Of course, in another expected metaphor, these same folks responded to the latest mass shooting of police officers in Dallas by adding language stating opposition to restricting magazine capacity & banning AR-15 rifles. There was no debate.
Here. I’ll help you pack. Other things that you can’t bring to the GOP convention (since I know you’re going) include: knives of all sorts, lumber, coolers and cots. Num chucks have to be left in the hotel room, as do your fireworks.
I did not notice rotten tomatoes on the list, so stock up! There will be a run on them in Cleveland, I’m sure.
But because Ohio is an “open-carry” state, you can bring guns.
What could be better than drunk GOP ammosexuals with their guns? Image credit epano.com
I have written many posts about my heros. Political heroes like Adlai Stevenson and RFK. People who have spoken up and made a difference. But my current, live version of a hero is Senator Elizabeth Warren, Democrat of Massachusets.
Run Donald run. And I don’t mean for office. I mean head for the hills. I imagine there is some real estate for sale somewhere they allow misogynous white has-beens.
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