Full Moon Giveaways... 010

New Moon In/Full Moon Out

 1) Muddled-headed thinking

2) Doctor's authority

3) Political partisanship

4) Accepted condescension

5) Experts

6) Fear as an end in itself

7) Television advice

8) Happy slave thinking

9) Empathy for the undeserving

10) The ruling death cult

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K–12: The Life and Death of the Mind

By Bruce Deitrick Price

https://www.americanthinker.com/articles/2020/10/k12_the_life_and_death_of_the_mind.html

Nice = Supplicant Stupid

How the Left Is Using Americans' Empathy and Decency to Destroy Us

BY SARAH HOYT 

OCT 27, 2020

... Yes, Americans are in a panic and obeying nonsensical (mask) orders and outright harmful ones, like the closing of businesses that are no more or less harmful than the ones being left open.

But they’re not doing this because they are in a panic for themselves.

... But the majority of Americans aren’t complying with the crazy mandates because they fear for themselves. No. Most of them are doing it because they want to be nice or good. Specifically, they want to be nice or good to their fellow citizens.

... But most people aren’t analyzing it. The media has told them over and over again that failing to wear a mask might hurt other people.

And Americans are decent.

... It’s not just the fact that the culture – except for those places and people who have gone utterly feral – generally respects property, but that in America people will go out of their way to help other people.

... Which is the problem, of course, because the left is using our empathy and decency as a weapon against us.

Not just with COVID-19 restrictions, though those are obviously part of this. For instance, how have most churches been convinced to shut down and stop the free exercise of religion, except by convincing them to be “caring”?

... The problem with all this is that our empathy is being exploited for things that are not just objectively bad for us, but bad for everyone else.

... No one wins from this kind of weaponized empathy. There are only losers. Mostly because weaponized empathy is meant to short-circuit your logic and make you act in ways you know are nonsensical and counterproductive.

This is the “vote for us or we’ll set fire to more people’s businesses” type of empathy the left is pushing on us.

And we’re falling for it. Which is worrisome.

They couldn’t take over America by weaponizing envy, so they are doing it by weaponizing decency.

... My question is, how long will the West agree to commit suicide in order to be polite?

How long will America submit to the demands of rude, immature Marxists, who tell you “it’s only polite” and “be considerate”?

And will it be long enough to kill us?

https://pjmedia.com/columns/sarah-hoyt/2020/10/27/how-the-left-is-using-americans-empathy-and-decency-to-destroy-us-n1097734

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Vincent

Vincent 

Don McLean

Starry, starry night, paint your palette blue and grey 

Look out on a summer's day, with eyes that know the darkness in my soul 

Shadows on the hills, Sketch the trees and daffodils 

Catch the breeze and winter chills, in colors on the snowy linen land 

And now I understand what you tried to say to me, 

How you suffered for your sanity, how you tried to set them free, 

They would not listen, they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now 

Starry, starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 

Swirling clouds in violet haze reflecting Vincent's eyes of china blue 

Colors changing hue, Morning fields of amber grain 

Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

And now I understand what you tried to say to me, 

How you suffered for your sanity, how you tried to set them free, 

They would not listen, they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now 

For they could not love you, but still your love was true 

And when no hope was left in sight on that starry, starry night, 

You took your life as lovers often do 

But I could have told you, Vincent, this world was 

Never meant for one as beautiful as you 

Starry, starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 

Frame-less heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget 

Like the strangers that you've met The ragged men in ragged clothes 

The silver thorn of bloody rose, lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow 

And now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 

How you suffered for your sanity, how you tried to set them free, 

They would not listen, they're not listening still, perhaps they never will 

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Don't Forget to Wash Your Brains

(at the corner of Washington and Clark, downtown Chicago  1998)

 What Were Washed More In 2020 — Hands Or Brains?

RON HART 

October 27, 2020

... Also, people are tired of the left calling them “racist” with no basis. As a result, NBA and NFL ratings are way down. Even the World Series ratings are down. Now the Masters in November and college football’s BCS will have to compete with the Civil War.

... Here is the election in a nutshell. If black voters in Toledo, Cleveland and Cincinnati do not turn out big for Biden, and if they believe what rapper 50 Cent says (Biden’s tax plan will make him “20 Cent”), then Trump wins. If pampered, college-indoctrinated women in the ‘burbs turn out enough to make up for it and truly trend to Biden because “he is nicer,” then Biden wins. A decidedly blue Ohio ends the drama in this election.

LeBron James gave up money to get traded from Cleveland. The Wright brothers left Ohio to make their “First in Flight,” and future Ohio Senator John Glenn was the first American to orbit the Earth. So if history teaches us anything, men go to great lengths to get out of Ohio.

Lost in the personalities and the dishonest media in this race are the issues. One side wants freedom, less regulation, lower taxes, law and order, and peace. The other side wants socialized medicine, higher taxes, contact tracing you for COVID, control over everything, and more wars of choice.

https://dailycaller.com/2020/10/27/hart-what-were-washed-more-in-2020-hands-or-brains/

Ron is a libertarian syndicated op-ed humorist, award-winning author and TV commentator. He can be reached at Ron@RonaldHart.com or on Twitter @RonaldHart.

Earl Howard*

I worked with Earl Howard. 

I was a 21 year old drifter hot walking at the track. Meaning, I handled the horses after a workout or a race and walked them around the shed row, maybe a graze later, or to take them to the drug test barn for winners. You can see the character in a horse in how he/she (not sure there is a ze yet), how it winds up and settles down. It takes at least 40 minutes to chill. Most of the thoroughbreds really love racing, some don’t. Some run hurt. That fucker Wayne Catalano, fat ass race rider won a lot of races with the whip. Horses would come back from the race bleeding on the flank and scarred  on the neck. Racers would know what I mean. Horses were terrified of him. As a jockey, he was a butcher. (Don’t send your boys, W, I took care of your brother Joey for a spell.) I just didn’t like your style. 

The Fairgrounds Racetrack in New Orleans, circa 1977-79 meets I worked for the Jack Van Berg barn, Frankie Brothers was trainer, Kenny his assistant, and a fabulous group of committed help for low pay and the chance to win it at the window on race day with their horse. A groom normally would take care of four horses, claimers and such, or a Big Horse / money maker, and a horse or two. Grooms are intricately linked to a horses’ success, more firsthand than the trainer. The exercise riders in the morning also are first respondents to a gallop stride or any difficult step. A successful barn was a team effort. Myself and a galoot from Maine, an Ed Norton clone, were Frankie’s regular walkers, but people came and went. 

I lived above the stable. I was paid 65 dollars a week, worked 7 days a week. I cashed a lot of Show tickets to survive. There was a bar/small Italian restaurant called Perry’s near the entrance. Their 2 dollar meat sauce spaghetti filled my yawning void (I was young), and their hospitality – I was a tracker with horseshit on my boots – they put an extra spoonful. Like I said, people came and went. They made an impact on my life, but I came to talk about Earl Howard. 

Earl was a well-respected groom on the backstretch. He was talented with horses. As my memory recalls back 43 years, his Big Horse was Master Derby, quite a specimen of horse flesh. Earl, Elwood and MD came in to the grounds after winning the Arkansas Derby easily. They were going to pick up some cash at a Fairgrounds stake, on the way to win the Bluegrass Stakes, falling short in the Kentucky Derby. I went for that ride alongside Earl and his aide-de-camp, Elwood Eades. 

Elwood was an on-call exercise rider, no stranger to the life, a capable horseman. He told me once he was the top earnings rider in the country for 1964. I didn’t believe him as he was about 165 lbs in 1977, so I did what I do when I’m confused – I go to the library. At Keeneland Racetrack in Lexington, Ky, a Horseman’s Thoroughbred Racing Library stands for the curious. The librarian was helpful, and sure enough, I looked it up, Elwood Eades was the leading jockey earnings winner in North America 1964.  Double E had once made a lot of money for himself as a young man.  Somehow I don't think he lost it back to the track, or some other desperation tale.  It was his character to have that money stashed somewhere.  He worked the backstretch because he loved the work.

Elwood adored Earl. Earl adored me. Earl was gay. Elwood would never admit to it. The three of us meshed well, as jokers and pals for that period of time marching to the Kentucky Derby with a winner. 

Earl Howard stood 6’6”, probably 6’8” in his day. The comparison to the Chief Broom in Cuckoo’s Nest is a bit extreme but not off target. His big square head was framed by grey curls to his shoulder. We got along great. I also knew he had the power to rip my head off if he wanted… 

… which he had done, in some form. He had spent 10 yrs ‘in school’, Osingsing to be exact, for murder. He explained to me the significance of the hand tattoos regarding convicts. He had several to show me, not at all in an intimidating way. What he told you. He meant to say. More than frightened, I liked Earl around. He was smart in the street-wise way. He demanded respect and the more I got to know him, he didn’t want to hurt anyone. 

He taught me under-the-radar living. He had nothing in his name; the Buick Riviera we rolled around in was in his sisters’ name. He didn’t have insurance, didn’t have a drivers’ license. Never signed a contract, never would. Lived off his skills, horses, he grew up in Ocala, FL and talked fondly of it. Prison taught him one thing – disappear. Cash for everything. I can't say for certain if Earl Howard was his name.

Oh! Elwood, he was such a good ole country boy, utmost respect for his unabashed honesty, his homespun wisdom, a Woody Boyd of Cheers, and, … his betting skills, we were doing alright as far as I’m concerned. I didn’t make too many 10 dollar bets, but if Elwood touted me steamer… he knew horses. 

Elwood would go to church services on Sunday wherever we traveled. He’d go to bed early on Saturday night. In New Orleans, Earl and I would go to Pete’s Underground in the French Quarter. 

In recollection, if you are underground in New Orleans, it screams GET OUT, but I was there. Earl wanted to meet his friends. Earl showed me off, they assumed I was with him, and I was as a friend. We had several serial  Saturdays at that bar until… 

Billiard Ball Night. 

I don’t know what ship was in port. I don’t know how Mars sent asteroids. I didn’t know things could break that easily… 

… I went to the fights and a pool game broke out. Obviously an act of Mob thuggery, the quarters go in, the slide, the 16 porcelain balls come down the chute. Then four fucks start throwing these balls against the mirrors, booze – conking one off the bartenders’ coconut – retrieving them and continuing to bash until Earl rises up to defend the Establishment, as I’m totally under the side wait table hugging my knees. He stood up, and it was crazy. Haven’t been back, but I remember Earl. I'm glad he was on my side.

Earl, Elwood and I traveled to Keeneland in Lexington, KY, the spring meet. I found a gal to pal with (Candy, call me), a memorable spring in my life. We all worked so very hard, I sought Elwood, you know, for my bank. Earl was surprised I was at the Library. As a hot walker, every other day at the track was why I worked the track, being in the Grandstand those every other days.  We all went to Louisville to watch Earl and MD the first Saturday in May. Earl was part of the Kentucky Derby! He cleaned up pretty well for the procession to the Paddock. And launching the jockey onto the saddle for race time. I bet from my heart and took a beating. Master Derby ran fourth.

We caught on with a stable going east to Delaware Park. It was a decidedly different culture there, but accommodations were far better. Candy and I checked in with a very workable space, of course, no hot plate. As your whole life will be soon retrograde, Candy goes back to Canada (hence her name) and I have 300 sq ft to myself. I took in a Korean War vet from, memory says, the Red Devils Air Brigade. He was a drunk, but noble, a good man with horses. And Joey Cat, a time quite forgettable.

In one respect it was a more summer camp experience for the workers, as the industrialization of horse racing goes on sending them nightly to Keystone, Monmouth, various other tracks. Let’s face it that’s why we are there – to race. 

Elwood went to Aqueduct. Earl was hesitant. He spent too much time in New York. He came to me asked what I was going to do. Back to Chicago, I say. He gets all sad and conjugally, the band was breaking up - and kisses me. This was the first time he ever approached me in such a manner. I didn’t at all fight it, just waited for it to end. Earl. It ain’t happening, pal. He knew it, and I knew it, and we settled best of friends. 

Thank you, Earl.  Thank you, Elwood.  Thank you, all the backstretchers  of that time. Incredible memories.

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This is a free form recollection from events over 40 years ago.  I can't say it is entirely factual. - EWS

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seminole

Dindu Nuffin'

Amy Coney Barrett has some ‘splainin’ to do on white racism

By Colin Flaherty

Amy Coney Barrett has some ‘splainin’ to do. 

Last week, Judge Barrett said the death of George Floyd from “racist” police was “very personal” to her. 

She worried that someday her adopted black children -- and grandchildren -- might suffer the same kind of “brutality.”

She even told the national audience turned in to her Supreme Court confirmation hearing that her family cried about all the violence white racism could wreak upon them.

One way or another, sooner or later, Judge Barrett’s family will learn the real threat to their safety in their new hometown of Washington, D.C. is not white racism but black violence: How black crime is so wildly out of proportion and how so many reporters and public officials -- and federal judges -- are in denial, deceit, and delusion about it.

What then?

How is Judge Barrett going to let her children know about all the Metros they cannot ride, all the schools they cannot attend, all the parts of town -- black neighborhoods -- they must not visit because white people are just not safe there?

So many examples. So few tears shed for the victims of black crime.

How about the white kids visiting D.C. on a college inspection tour?

From the moment they stepped on the campus of Howard University -- America’s most notorious black college -- they were threatened, assaulted, and robbed. Then run out of the cafeteria and off the college grounds because they were white, and one was wearing a Trump hat.

The school paper opined about how proud they were of the Howard students for protecting their school. Soon after the school president tweeted in agreement.

Judge Barrett should know the students and staff of Howard are equally hostile to white neighbors who want to stroll through their campus on a Sunday afternoon. 

They mutter something about black sacred ground and how they cannot let white people desecrate it. All that was A-Okay with the Washington Post.

Who is going to tell the judge and her family to beware?

How about the Marine so heroic that a statue of him rescuing a comrade under fire in Iraq greets every new recruit in Parris Island and Camp Pendleton?

He was waiting in line for a hamburger in McDonald’s just a few blocks from the White House when a large group of fellas and lovely ladies started taunting him about Black Lives Matter. Outside, a few minutes later, they beat him within an inch of his life -- all on high tech video.

When the Washington Post got around to reporting the story weeks later, dozens and dozens of Post readers said the Marine must have said something racist to them. After all, black people do not just go around attacking white people for no reason whatsoever.

But that is exactly what happened there -- and it is hardly an isolated event.

Two years ago, during the confirmation of Judge Brett Kavanaugh to the Supreme Court, Senator Sheldon Whitehouse reminded us that not all racial bias and violence is accompanied by signs and slogans. Prosecutors and judges use patterns to establish bias all the time in American courts, he said.

Judge Barrett better learn to recognize that pattern real quick. Pro tip: 85 percent to 95 percent of inter-racial crime and violence in America is black on white. Seventy-five percent of mass shooters are black. Black on white rape outnumbers white on black by a factor of 10,000 to one.

Violent crime in D.C. is a black thing.

How about all the black violence against commuters on the D.C. Metro? My favorite example is when a group of black people almost killed the husband of an NPR executive while his wife waited to greet him at the station.

That story never made it to NPR. But every hour of every day NPR reminds of us relentless black victimization, relentless white racism, all the time, everywhere that explains everything.

They call that Critical Race Theory.

And how many Capitol Hill staffers and media member have decided their adopted town is safe, only to find out the hard way -- often too late -- about their fatal misjudgment?

Maybe Judge Barrett lives in a legal bubble where solutions to violent crime are straightforward: Go to jail.

That’s not how they roll in D.C., where black crime is excused as a reaction to white racism. And if the perpetrator is really a victim of white racism, then they really don’t have any business in jail, do they?

A now-famous law professor at Georgetown University said just that in an opinion piece he wrote for the Post. He said if black jurors felt the black defendant was a victim of racism, they should not convict him.

And oh yeah, all black people are victims of white racism. That is why crime is the new black entitlement.

The city named an entire park to enshrine this fairy tale of black victimization and white racism: Black Lives Matter Plaza, right in front of the White House.

Judge Barrett might want to look up the Washington Post story about how the city council decided it was not really fair to keep violent black teenagers behind bars. So they let them out, creating a crime wave with more than 100 murders.

When do we tell the children that their mom’s predecessor, Notorious RBG, was also a victim of black violence in Georgetown? As was John Kerry’s wife.

This is a very long list of black crime, violence, murder and denial in Washington D.C. on hiking and biking trails, restaurants, parks, homes, stores, restaurants, schools… you name it.

All wildly out of proportion. All ignored by Judge Barrett as she focuses on the minuscule percentage of white cop on black violence and ignores the tsunami of victims of black violence.

We call that the Greatest Lie of our Generation. And it is troubling to see how eagerly Judge Barrett has swallowed it hook, line and dangerously delusional sinker.

Colin Flaherty i(@ColinFlaherty) is the author of the #1 Amazon bestsellers, Don’t Make the Black Kids Angry and White Girl Bleed A Lot. You can also catch his podcasts everywhere except iTunes. 

https://www.americanthinker.com/articles/2020/10/amy_coney_barrett_has_some_splainin_to_do_on_white_racism.html

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https://www.americanthinker.com/blog/2020/10/sf_da_chesa_boudin_surveys_crime_victims_for_how_to_make_life_easier_for_their_attackers.html

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Road Reflections*

I drove to California and back across this country and its mass-hypnotized population.  I must say the spell seems to be set much deeper the further west you go. People were wearing masks at the Bonneville Salt Flats. Nuts.

Most of my contacts on this trip were cashiers at the gas station or convenience stores and a few conversations at rest stops.  I found some sanity there at the rest stop, a few people were willing to talk, but so many acted absolutely scared of everything, mostly women.  If you are traveling with a dog in a diaper, wouldn't a little virus seem inconsequential compared to dog shit in your car? 

In one early morning coffee encounter at the convenience store, the brain trust there put the tops and straws behind the counter.  As I tried to give her my two bucks, she asks, "Would you want a top for that?" I said, "Yes. It is hot coffee. Thanks." "Do you want a straw with that?" Pause. "Have you ever seen anyone drink hot coffee with a straw?" "You don't have to be that way. I have to ask."  I know why machines are taking the jobs of stupid people.  Or asking for my ID when I'm buying beer. "I have to ask everyone."  I'm using self check out without guilt from here on out.

California is the State of Insanity.  The programmed mind rules the day.  Then again, California has always been the test tube of social engineering.  The population is stunned and frozen.  In the land of plenty, they are the most chronically dissatisfied people on earth.  Never used their mind, just got on the Governments' dime.  "Gimme Comfort and Entertainment" is the state motto.  I don't have much hope for them.  I see, very near, a dark future on the Left Coast.

The California demons followed me all the way to Des Moines and the road to St Paul is still ringing with my curses and pain.  After sitting 3 days at 70 MPH, my blood pressure was soaring.  Anger, anger and more anger poured out of me. The stupidity, the lack of common sense, the instant communication that causes so much trouble, everything this brainwashed population stands for today I screamed at for 100's of miles.  I was having a fit.  It finally let go when I crossed the Mississippi and entered Wisconsin.

Glad to be home.

THIS CAPRICORN MOON

 THIS CAPRICORN MOON

THIS CAPRICORN MOON IS LOOKING FOR ANOTHER ROOM

TO LAY MY HEAD DOWN

TO LAY MY HEAD DOWN

THIS VIRGO ON THE RISE. SPLENDID. EASY TO LOVE EASY TO DESPISE.

I AM STRONG NOW

I AM STRONG NOW

EVERYONE IS IN MY HOUSE

EVERYONE IS SINGING

EVERYONE IS CAT AND MOUSE

MONKEY TURD FLINGING

THIS CAPRICORN MOON IS LOOKING FOR ANOTHER ROOM

TO LAY MY HEAD DOWN

TO LAY MY HEAD DOWN

I See Stuff... 02

A massive coerced earthquake sends Sodom and Gomorrah (LA and SF) into the ocean.  Horrendous loss of life.  National emergency bar none. All resources sent West, elections cancelled.  National Guard and military called in.  Martial Law is declared and check points are installed for entry and exit. Due to the outbreak of cholera, dysentery, due to lack of cleanliness and fresh water, mandatory vaccinations are instituted.

The killing field has begun.

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https://escapedwageslave.blogspot.com/2020/09/i-see-stuff.html

https://escapedwageslave.blogspot.com/2020/09/for-those-i-left.html

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https://www.americanthinker.com/blog/2020/10/theres_plenty_of_room_under_the_progressive_bus.html

I'LL BE ALRIGHT

I'LL BE ALRIGHT

 I WANT YOU TO GO

I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO

I'LL BE DRIVING THROUGH THE NIGHT

IF I CAN GET OUT OF CALIFORNIA

I'LL BE ALRIGHT

IT'S COLD IN THE DESERT

DOESN'T COMPARE TO THE HURT

I'M GOING EAST TO THE MORNING LIGHT

IF I CAN GET OUT OF NEVADA

I'LL BE ALRIGHT

STAY BEHIND IN THE WORRY CULT

THE GOVERNOR WILL TAKE CARE OF YOU

YOUR HUSBAND IS GONE

HE DOESN'T PLAY ALONG

DRIVING IN THE DOOM AND GLOOM

COMMON SENSE ISN'T EVEN IN THE ROOM

HANGING ON THE WHEEL, IT'S THE SLEEPING I FIGHT

IF I CAN GET OUT OF UTAH

I'LL BE ALRIGHT

I'M LEAVING THE WEST BEHIND

THE INSANITY BLOWS MY MIND

YOU AREN'T READY FOR WHAT'S COMING

I'M GLAD MY TIRES ARE HUMMING

A STIFF WIND BLOWS ME HOME

I'LL LEARN HOW TO LIVE ALONE

I'M DOING FOR ME WHAT IS RIGHT

IF I CAN GET OUT OF WYOMING

I'LL BE ALRIGHT

IF I CAN GET OUT OF WYOMING

I'LL BE ALRIGHT

A Great Hypnotist

Only a great hypnotist can:

1) Convince someone they should smother themselves slowly.

2) Asshole sex can be healthy and fun.

3) Urban crime is caused by the police.

4) Boys can be girls, and girls, boys.

5) A 9 month fetus in the womb is not a human being.

6) A billionaire has the common man's interest at heart,or, a demented man does. Choose.

7) The higher you can hoist your Trump flag, the sooner your problems will be solved.

8) Women can lead.

9) A sports event with fake fans and fake cheering is a game worth watching.

10) A nation can survive with open borders.

11) Vaccination, bypassing the natural immune system, is needed.

12) Digital photos and video are worthy evidence of an event.

13) The sky is green, the grass blue. (coming soon)

14) Murder is entertainment.

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HOLLYWOOD'S BIGGEST SECRETS REVEALED

https://www.bitchute.com/video/sP1icAVeOm8/

TRT 10.40

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I'm baaaaackkkk...

 EWS Announcement!!!

To: My wife, my brothers, my children, my friends or what's left of them

To: My ex-wife, old lovers, estranged children, acquaintances that pretended to be friends, and Americanus Boobus

I will no longer be contacted by any other means than United States Postal Service.  I will not respond to any other platform, especially internet.  If you call and state in the voice mail of an explicit emergency, I will respond ASAP.

If you want to chit-chat, write a letter on a piece of paper, get an envelope, address it to me at 

P.O. Box 302 Townsend, WI 54175

Attach a first class stamp in the upper right hand corner and drop it in the mail box, if you can find one.  I will write back with a thoughtful response.

Otherwise, don't bother with email, text, phone, just continue to gossip on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Zoom and leave me out of it.

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https://escapedwageslave.blogspot.com/2020/04/cell-phone.html

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BRB... Break Time

 

The Escaped Wage Slave blog will return in two weeks.

Look. Point. Laugh. Leave.

Second City Cop

http://secondcitycop.blogspot.com/

What the Actual Hell?

Remind us again....who called whom a clown?

October 1, 2020

from the Comments section:

You are getting stupider each day, Groot. Get off the gummies.

Who in Harry Hall's hell

ordered up THIS festival

in fuckery?

Tactical squeegee operator at a peep show?

You know that nightmare where you go to work in your pj's?

Did she get those gloves free with her toilet brush?

I can’t till Thanksgiving where she appear as the turkey and Pritzker will be the ham.

WOW! just WOW

Come on people I am sure you will agree that the mask improves her looks. Kind of hides the ugly bug eyes. She was just practicing for her next gig. She will be lucky to secure employment as one of those corner sign carriers advertising locations going out of business. Would be appropriate since her ignorant policies have killed so many once thriving Chicago businesses.

It's a good look for her. She should wear it every day.

If the hamburgler had a daughter. Trick or trick, Chicago.

Personally, I think she never looked better.

All that money Groot has and she goes with the Don King hair-do....

This idiot should dress up like chalkie when she talks about the people getting shotified.

We need law and order. Either have her resign or throw her incompetent ass out of office. Start the process, politically, N O W.

LL could use some "humanizing"---but she should consider hiring a professional to help with her image...Murder Mayor dressed in homemade outfit branded with a hard to find cleaning product is not a good look.

Rodeo Clowns have more dignity.

As Rome burned, Nero fiddled. As Chicago burns, Groot clowns.

This is the perfect example of the old saying,"A picture is worth a thousand words.".

Whut?

Who'she?

Da Brown Hornet or sump'n?

Maybe she can play dress-up and confront the looters head-on during the next riot.

One bright spot is Prickwinkle gets to think, "I lost to that!"

This Bitch accuses Donald Trump of being mentally unstable. WTF. Among her Halloween restrictions are no house parties. Who is this POS to tell me who I can or cannot invite into my house. God help us if Biden gets elected.

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https://escapedwageslave.blogspot.com/2019/06/clueless-in-chicago.html

https://escapedwageslave.blogspot.com/2020/03/more-chgo-news.html

https://escapedwageslave.blogspot.com/2020/01/chgo-headlines-2020.html

https://escapedwageslave.blogspot.com/2020/03/the-slaughter-of-cities.html

Wesley says... 028

1) I don't mingle well with the insane.

2) The same person that buys a lottery ticket at 300 million to one odds will wear a mask although he or she stands a 99.9% chance of not catching the virus.

3) People know, they don't act.  Cowards. America has the backbone of a chocolate eclair.

4) You read it here first - Chicago just reached 600 murders.

5) The Greatest Generation has been reduced to quivering scaredy cats.

6) There is plenty of misery masquerading as morality.

7) As long as MLB has fake fans, I'm a fake fan.

8) Illinois has 14.5 billion in overdue bills,130 billion dollars in unfunded pension liabilities, and no budget.

9) To brick and mortar stores that demand masks to enter: There is always Amazon and UPS.

10) The bio-electric field extends three feet all around your body.  No mixing allowed. How sinister.  How sick a policy is social distancing?

(me)

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Second City Cop

http://secondcitycop.blogspot.com/

What the Actual Hell?

Remind us again....who called whom a clown?

Full Moon Giveaways... 09

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 New Moon In/Full Moon Out

1) Loneliness

2) Helplessness

3) Powerless

4) Quarrelsomeness

5) Frustration

6) Deceit Delusion Denial

7) Power to Control

8) Non-sense

9) Weakness of Character

10) Greed