The ideal tyranny is that which is ignorantly self-administered by its victims. The most perfect slaves are, therefore, those which blissfully and unawaredly enslave themselves. – Dresden James
I posted that quote on Facebook EIGHT years ago. Talk about predicting the future!
Speaking of the Facebook memories feature, they also shared these gems from the past:
Oh, and get a load of what Facebook put over one of the memes I posted today:
It actually gets worse. The fact-check states that “No, Jill Biden wasn’t a teenage babysitter for Joe Biden’s family.” Okay then, so everything else stated in the meme must be true. Got it!
Anyway, here’s another grenade I threw up on Facebook this morning. And yes, liberal heads are already exploding.
Alright, let’s change the subject and talk about meat.
Alright, so that leaves us with yesterday’s Wednesday Walkers hike. We collectively decided to do the half of the Hash trail we had shortcut on Monday. But we did it in reverse. That involved a long, hard climb up the big mountain from Abra street. Once we were up though, it was actually quite pleasant. Going back down was a little tricky in places, but that’s normal.
There I was hiking and feeling fit.
Tried to fart, and it came out shit.
Yeah, that happened to me on the way to the meet-up location at VFW. I didn’t have time to turn around and go home to change, so I took my handkerchief and shoved it down my shorts hoping to capture whatever moisture my underwear didn’t. I was able to get into the restroom at the Dennito hotel to survey the damage. Yep, I had bleed-through in the crotch of my lightly colored shorts. Made it pretty obvious I had shit myself. Nothing to be done but to undertake an impromptu handwashing of the shorts and undies in the sink. So, I came out wearing soaking wet shorts, but no one asked me what happened. Thankfully. Oh, and I threw away my formerly white hankie.
The shitty part made the rest of the hike seem that much nicer. I’ve got pictures from the good part:
But before I go, let me share a joke I thought was pretty funny:
A 70-year-old billionaire walked into a pub with his 25-year-old girlfriend. His friend asked him how he managed to get a girl less than half his age. The billionaire replied, “I lied about my age on the dating site.” His friend retorted, “ That was a dreadful thing to do – how old did you say you were ……………. 35, 40, 45?””
No,” said the billionaire, “I told her I was 90!”
Even funnier, I told this to a bargirl the other night but forgot to mention the billionaire part. Once I delivered the punchline, she asked “oh, was he rich?” Maybe it is something in the genes here…
Speaking of jokes…
All the food looks good, and here I am, fasting on my final day of the Newcastle Diet. Ugh. Not sure where I can get a decent pecan pie where I live; I may have to make another one, but better this time. The last one was a little burned.
Sharting is an issue as you get older. I’ve had two incidents, in recent years, while I was in bed. I rolled myself to the side in time to save my mattress from being soiled, but the awkward scurry to the bathroom felt miserable. Even now, while I’m distance walking, I’ll occasionally have to stop myself from farting when I can feel a wet bubble forming in my ass. Luckily, the local paths all have plenty of decent restrooms, so if there’s ever an emergency, comfort is never far away.
Liberals don’t like the Saigon comparison, eh? Boo-fucking-hoo.
I’d occasionally get a pecan pie at Paris Baquette if I recall correctly. Of course, when I was working and had access to the commissary bakery it was easy. Good luck with your next pie!
I guess I’ve been lucky re: sharts. Once or twice a year, and I fart a lot! It’s the shits when it happens though.
It’s hard to be a Biden defender when you are arguing with what he actually said…
A “baquette,” eh? Well, I guess a “q” is just a “g” that hasn’t hit puberty yet. (Maquette + baguette = baquette?)
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pecan pie at Paris Baguette. I’ve seen walnut pies, which are fairly flavorless….
I have no idea how I happened to misspell “baguette”. I know better. I even looked at the keyboard to see if there was a way it could have been a bad keystroke–nope, the q is nowhere near the g. Must be a memory issue, sorta like thinking I’d had a pecan pie at that shop I can’t spell. I probably just misremembered the walnut as pecan.