Too tired to blog. Mood up and down like Mary's pants a picnic following American and Ukrainian news.
See you in the fall.
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Too tired to blog. Mood up and down like Mary's pants a picnic following American and Ukrainian news.
See you in the fall.
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Sketch by Debra She Who Seeks |
“Some days, I think I am one. I am usually kept in the dark
and fed horse manure”.
“We have a problem. A man died from eating poison mushrooms
his wife made him, but we don’t know if it was accidental or not”.
“I had a case where a woman lost two husbands to poison
mushrooms, and a third one by drowning. I asked how come he drowned, and she
replied he wouldn’t eat his mushrooms. Can you imagine the first people to eat
mushrooms? This one tastes like beef; this one killed Gary, and this one made
me see angels for a week”.
“His wife is from Moscow. They go crazy in mushroom season
and every year a dozen people get lost in the forest picking mushrooms. They
pick and dry mushrooms by the kilogram”.
“Maybe an accident, maybe not. Did he have life insurance?”
“He took out a large policy a couple years ago naming his
wife as beneficiary”.
“Not too bright. Mine is in my oldest’ name. She used to
work with street gangs. Maybe I should worry too?”
“We seized her supply of dried mushrooms. Different kinds in
different bags. She said her husband picked the bag that killed him. It was likely on
top of the pile. Deliberately or coincidentally, we don’t know. She is pleading
ignorance that they were poisonous.”
“Not bloody likely. Muscovites know their ‘shrooms. I only
know meadow mushrooms in the wild and they are the same as the ones in the shops.”
“Me, too. As a kid on my grandmother’s farm, after a spring
rain, I would only pick the meadow mushrooms. White tops, flesh coloured
underneath”.
"You could never get this to stand up in court since she said he picked the bag of mushrooms and you have her word she did not know they were poisonous. You either have an unfortunate accident or the perfect murder."
This is not the blog post I intended but ran into this link https://www.whoismakingnews.com/
The Republicans and Evangelicals are constantly accusing LGBTQ of "grooming" children. Yet every day on @Threads, I see articles about cis-males sexually assaulting children or in possession of pictures of others assaulting them. Kristen Browde, a parent, lawyer, activist and out transgender woman, collected data on 10,885 cases between February 10, 2023 and May 23, 2014, discarded 4205 cases that did not provide details of the person involved and charted the remainder. All the information below can be found on her website.
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The people in the gray circle "Other" is a list of any occupation you can name |
April 1st, 1975 - Radio announcers Wally Stambuck and Denny Carr of Saskatoon's CFQC 'Wal ‘n Den Show' pull off one of the best April Fool's jokes of all time when they make an 'official' news report that Canada will be switching to "Metric Time".
The April Fool's news report coincided
with Canada's nation-wide changeover from Imperial to the Metric system on
April 1st, 1975. That was the first day weather reports gave temperatures in
degrees Celsius rather than Fahrenheit, road signs changed from miles to
kilometres, gas went from gallons to litres and weights shifted from pounds to
kilos. Many did not take kindly to the change and confusion reigned....
The timing was absolutely perfect and
the 'Metric Time' changeover gag announcement (called ‘Larmencaller time’ by
Stambuck and Carr) was added on as a 'breaking news, this just in' addendum to
the official morning news report. The pair then proceeded to carry on the gag
by discussing how to ‘convert’ clocks and making regular time announcements in
both ‘standard’ and ‘Larmencaller’ throughout their morning broadcast.
The prank however went far, FAR beyond
Stambuck and Carr's wildest imagination and quickly spread like wildfire.
As recounted by StarPhoenix columnist
Paul Jackson - "The odd couple were so convincing, folks started turning
in their watches and alarm clocks at jewellers around town to have them
replaced." It was reported that Saskatoon City Hall got inundated with
calls regarding people refusing to pay a tax increase to 'change the clock
tower to Metric' as well as people phoning into bewildered Canada Revenue
offices asking how 'Metric Time' would affect hourly wages.
The gag quickly spread to Ottawa as
confused and irate people all over the broadcast area began calling elected
officials and Members of Parliament to complain. As further recounted by Paul
Jackson - "A Member of Parliament, hearing the show and receiving angry
phone calls, fearing Pierre Elliott Trudeau really had gone too far this time,
raised the issue in the House of Commons.”
The 'Wal ‘n Den 'Larmencaller Time'
stunt was so completely well played and perfectly timed that it made the news
across Canada as well as internationally and is regarded as among the most
masterful April Fools jokes of all time.
Photo taken by CFQC photographer Jason
Schoonover, Text by Thom Cholowski
They build up and build up. Time to clean house.
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Christians love to feel persecuted |
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Why Progressive ideas are out shouted |
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TRump is at the peak of the mountain and ten miles higher |
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That's How the Light Gets In |
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Somewwhere in Maine |
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Canonical Christians vs Evangelical Christians |
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Diferences of Opinion and Difference on Morality are two diferent things |
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I want to make this sign and put it in a few washrooms |
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Missing Whiskey Tango Foxtrot |
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Prossper and Live Long |
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ChatGPT knows how Fascism Works |
This applies to Trump's kidnapping and disappearing of Americans
The
Hangman By Maurice Ogden
1.
Into our town the Hangman came
Smelling of gold and blood and flame—
And he paced our bricks with a diffident air
And built his frame on the courthouse square.
The scaffold stood by the courthouse side,
Only as wide as the door was wide;
A frame as tall, or little more,
Than the capping sill of the courthouse door.
And we wondered, whenever we had the time,
Who the criminal, what the crime,
The Hangman judged with the yellow twist
Of knotted hemp in his busy fist.
And innocent though we were, with dread
We passed those eyes of buckshot lead;
Till one cried: “Hangman, who is he
For whom you raise the gallows-tree?”
Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye,
And he gave us a riddle instead of reply:
“He who serves me best,” said he,
“Shall earn the rope on the gallows-tree.”
And he stepped down, and laid his hand
On a man who came from another land.
And we breathed again, for another’s grief
At the Hangman’s hand was our relief.
And the gallows-frame on the courthouse lawn
By tomorrow’s sun would be struck and gone.
So we gave him way, and no one spoke,
Out of respect for his hangman’s cloak.
2.
The next day’s sun looked mildly down
On roof and street in our quiet town
And, stark and black in the morning air,
The gallows-tree on the courthouse square.
And the Hangman stood at his usual stand
With the yellow hemp in his busy hand;
With his buckshot eye and his jaw like a pike
And his air so knowing and businesslike.
And we cried: “Hangman, have you not done,
Yesterday, with the alien one?”
Then we fell silent, and stood amazed:
“Oh, not for him was the gallows raised . . .”
He laughed a laugh as he looked at us:
“ . . . Did you think I’d gone to all this fuss
To hang one man? That’s a thing I do
To stretch the rope when the rope is new.”
Then one cried “Murderer!” One cried “Shame!”
And into our midst the Hangman came
To that man’s place. “Do you hold,” said he,
With him that’s meant for the gallows-tree?”
And he laid his hand on that one’s arm,
And we shrank back in quick alarm,
And we gave him way, and no one spoke
Out of fear of his hangman’s cloak.
That night we saw with dread surprise
The Hangman’s scaffold had grown in size.
Fed by the blood beneath the chute
The gallows-tree had taken root.
Now as wide, or a little more,
Than the steps that led to the courthouse door,
As tall as the writing, or nearly as tall,
Halfway up on the courthouse wall.
3.
The third he took—and we had all heard tell—
Was a usurer and infidel. And:
“What,” said the Hangman, “have you to do
With the gallows-bound, and he a Jew?”
And we cried out: “Is this one he
Who has served you well and faithfully?”
The Hangman smiled: “It’s a clever scheme
To try the strength of the gallows-beam.”
The fourth man’s dark, accusing song
Had scratched out comfort hard and long;
And “What concern,” he gave us back,
“Have you for the doomed—the doomed and black?”
The fifth. The sixth. And we cried again:
“Hangman, Hangman, is this the man?”
“It’s a trick,” he said, “that we hangmen know
For easing the trap when the trap springs slow.”
And so we ceased and asked no more,
As the Hangman tallied his bloody score;
And sun by sun, and night by night,
The gallows grew to monstrous height.
The wings of the scaffold opened wide
Till they covered the square from side to side;
And the monster cross-beam, looking down,
Cast its shadow across the town.
4.
Then through the town the Hangman came
And called in the empty streets my name,
And I looked at the gallows soaring tall
And thought: “There is no one left at all
For hanging, and so he calls to me
To help him pull down the gallows-tree.”
And I went out with right good hope
To the Hangman’s tree and the Hangman’s rope.
He smiled at me as I came down
To the courthouse square through the silent town,
And supple and stretched in his busy hand
Was the yellow twist of the hempen strand.
And he whistled his tune as he tried the trap
And it sprang down with a ready snap—
And then with a smile of awful command
He laid his hand upon my hand.
“You tricked me, Hangman!” I shouted then,
“That your scaffold was built for other men . . .
And I no henchman of yours,” I cried.
“You lied to me, Hangman, foully lied!”
Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye:
“Lied to you? Tricked you?” he said, “Not I.
For I answered straight and I told you true:
The scaffold was raised for none but you.”
“For who has served me more faithfully
Than you with your coward’s hope?” said he,
“And where are the others that might have stood
Side by your side in the common good?”
“Dead,” I whispered: and amiably,
“Murdered,” the Hangman corrected me;
“First the alien, then the Jew . . .
I did no more than you let me do.”
Beneath the beam that blocked the sky,
None had stood so alone as I—
And the Hangman strapped me, and no voice there
Cried “Stay!” for me in the empty square.
Hermes is at the very top for luxury items. Everything they sell is perfect and priced to match. Silk scarves run $320 CAD on their website today. Years back I had a secretary who knew about Hermes. I said for that I'd buy her a scarf. she said no point as no one would know so no bragging rights.