izmeina: (circle serpent)
A state election, tons of Dodgy Donald morsels and the untimely death of one of my favorite political cartoonists last Friday are just some of the things that happened this week.Izzie had plenty to say about all of them but didn't.




When it takes more than 40 minutes to wade past piles of spinning beach balls to post a link to one cartoon, it's hardly surprising that the serpent has no great desire to come here squiggling anymore.

So when you don't see me leaving the occasional calling card on a comments page or taking a week to reply to an email, it's not that I'm being antisocial or a snooty stuck up snob. And it is certainly not the Silent Treatment. Simply a rather rotten Apple that leaves a sour taste most times I ever get tempted to go near it.

There's always the itsie bitsie twitter phone but that's about all it's good for. After being so used to touch typing on a proper keyboard and cutting and pasting all sorts of crazy cartoons, hunting and pecking on a tiny touch screen is just too much drama.

So will likely remain in lurker mode most of the time in the near future.
izmeina: Strange Spiral Clock (Time Turner)
It’s been a strange and crazy month. After the mildest and wettest of summers in decades, the sizzle returned with a vengeance on the last weekend of February with a hot and horrid 40 celsius and there’s been no let up since. Not as hot but still icky sticky and muggy. Totally soul sapping and brain draining

Then there’s been an assortment of dramas over at the Dursleys which will have to wait for another day. They will prove to be increasingly significant over the next few months and have rather overshadowed the good news of a recently announced visit from Daisy Dursley in August this year.
There is also the minor matter of the Big Mac. That’s the 2009 edition desk top in the Lair which has become exceedingly flaky and unpredictable of late. When it often takes as long as 20 minutes just to get to a website - especially on Firefox and then another 10 to even attempt to do anything there, then often the easiest option is simply not to bother and to just to try keep up with stuff on the teeny phone screen.
So the long periods of recent serpent silence in Cyberia isn’t due to sulking or wilfully ignoring or neglecting folks but rather more mundane and trivial causes.

Of course the big local news at the moment is the State Election on Saturday. Things are seriously sad when a serpent has posted so little about Oz politics. There are fatter, bigger and uglier fish to fry in the very big pond across the oceans.

One thing we have all learned in the last few years is that the only poll that matters is the one on Election Day.
But when a party has been in for 2 terms with the same leader then the odds are simply not in their favour to carry away the prize for the third time. Even if a government is reasonably good, people tend to get tired of them and want to try something new but when they become appallingly awful, arrogant and out of touch and endlessly eyeing up the family silver ware and crown jewels with plans for a visit to the local pawn brokers, then it’s definitely time to take out the garbage.

Our own little emperor in the wild west of Oz has still sufficient decency not to resort to declaring martial law or scheming up Reichstag fires so the odds are likely that on Sunday evening he will wake up to those infamous words
YOU”RE FIRED!

A few years ago he peeved a lot of liberals by forcing a whole bunch of local councils to amalgamate without providing additional funding to the councils for the costs. The courts got involved and he got told to take up his ball and bat and go home.
Then he annoyed the hell out of hippies and greenies by commencing construction on a road to nowhere. Not at the beginning or the end but right in the middle where there are wetlands and habitat for all sorts of endangered creatures.
The icing on the cake and the likely death wish was the recent announcement of preference swaps with One Nation - a party led by the Ginger Nut Pauline Hanson who is a Putin/Trump fan girl and promoter of Alternative Facts and an assortment of conspiracy theories.
Which reminds me that an Amazon Owl arrived this week. It was a serpent Christmas present
The Hexen Tarot which is one giant collection of conspiracy theories in a box. Spooks from Cyberia meet medieval occult and alchemical art. It could be just the thing to use for the next Camp Nanowrimo.

Crazy Days

Feb. 28th, 2017 11:40 pm
izmeina: Strange Spiral Clock (Time Turner)
It’s been the strangest of times in the Serpent’s Lair. This has been the mildest of summers according to the usual Oz standards. Of course there has been the obligatory string of 40 Celsius days but this time in dribs and drabs rather than several soul sapping strings of the things several days in a row.
We have had the second highest rainfall on record (i.e. In the last 150 something years. 40,000 years of unwritten weather records do not count here) this month where the usually driest of rivers overflowed their banks.
The ginger, turmeric and general assortment of weeds in the serpent’s garden were very happy with this unexpected downpour and it saved a week of watering by hand.
What’s really crazy was slinking out in the garden at night over the last week wondering what on earth the most magnificent of floral fragrances could be. It smells suspiciously like orange blossom but that cannot be remotely possible because those are in October (and July for the last few years) and anyway there were no pretty little white flowers to be seen on the tree. That was until today when I noticed that there are indeed lots of them but all on the west facing wall which cannot be seen from within. Now that is seriously freaky.

It’s been a culture vulture feast on steroids. The giant Fringe Binge ended last weekend but then this week there was the annual writer’s festival which was another occasion for sensory overload.
A nasty 40 degree day got tossed in the mix on Saturday but it is surprising how even on such a sizzling stinker of a day, it is still comfortably cool in the shade of a magnificent Moreton Bay fig tree.

In spite of all the wonderful events going on, this serpent spent far too much of the month in a state of crazy flaky absentmindedness. Less forgetfulness and more a lack of ability to be in the present moment. Which sucks when there were so many magic moments.
A lot of it could be attributed to simple sensory overload. Between real life stuff and ridiculous piles of fascinating Goblin Porn on Twitter, it was a severe case of information overload.
Came across an updated version of Dave Allen’s “Getting Things Done”. This one is called “Making it all work” found in the usual source of tasty morsels at the charity shop where I work as a volunteer on Mondays. Will definitely need to adopt some ideas from this book in order to sort out the scrambled eggs in the serpent skull.
So so many books and so little time. “Look who’s back” and “Inside Putin’s Russia” are also clambering for attention.
March is going to be the month to introduce a new habit that never quite worked when trying it in January. Decided that 400 words every day might be more achievable than 400 every morning.

By the time Camp Nanowrimo rolls around in April, this new habit should be on autopilot and 600 words per day should not be too much of an extra effort. But about what? That is the question.
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So the Fringe Festival is finally over and it is time for this serpent to return to mundane and boring reality. Just as well really. The Fringe was fun while it lasted but it turned out to be a case of total sensory overload. Even though most of the shows I went to were good or great (with the odd rotton egg tossed in) it was still so much stuff to digest.

It’s funny. The Lair and the Garden of Eden have become a haven of retreat after a good 3 weeks of neglect attending to only the basics such as watering and keeping everything alive over summer.
We did get a handful of icky sticky humid days as well as the sizzling 40 somethings but summer this year has been the mildest in decades and we had one day with the second highest rainfall on record.
Everything is booming and blooming instead of sizzled and dead like this time last year.

So back to the Freak Shows. Once again got to see as many as last time but the goal posts have been moved concerning the cheapskate tickets.

No more rocking up at the box office around 5pm looking over the list with the little red dots and conjuring a schedule based on the cheapies for the day.
They introduced a window of 11am to 3pm only which sort of makes sense in that they want to keep the scrooges away from the queue during the busiest times of 5pm onwards.
But they also got rid of the quick glance list. The only way to know the deals of the day was to go to the website and find out there. it's a total nightmare of a thing to use on a mobile phone where it takes 3 or more clicks to actually get the page for a show and constantly sends you off on wild goose chases because you accidently touch the screen while browsing.

But I had gotten wise from last time and knew that the chances of getting a half decent comedy show are inversely proportional to the likelihood of “Best of” appearing in the title or ‘stand-up’ in the description.
Those are usually a collection of odds and ends. Usually creepy fat middle aged white males with a vocabulary that would make Donald Trump look like Shakespeare.
Comedy shows with a theme like “Graeme of Thrones”, “The Walking Dead”, “A Whingeing Pom’s Guide to Australia” or Sami Shah’s “Islamofarcist - putting the HA back in Jihad” were far more likely to be fun. Which they were. Lesson learned for next time.

Fringe of course is famous for the weird and wonderful.
Freak shows, steamy sex scenes and half baked productions are the order of the day.
There is often a trade off between perfection and wild vibes. Shows that are too well produced lose their edge but then stuff that is just tossed together is often pompous and clueless. Pity parties abound in these genres.

Some of these shows start in Oz and never leave these shores while others do the circuit in Edinburgh, Adelaide and San Francisco. Cities full of freaks.

So I got to see 2 Sherlock Holmes shows, 3 card sharks one of whom had the brilliant idea of playing the role of a hard boiled Film Noir detective on a case.
“6 Quick Dick Tricks” was the title and he told the audience that if they were expecting puppetry of the penis, then they had come to the wrong show. Oh they did have that sort of thing last year along with some seriously masochistic circus performers.

Of course Donald Trump and Pauline Hanson were the subjects of quite a few shows this year including one devoted to the pair of them
The Ginger Wave
There was lots of limbo dancing and wall building in this one and there were even Mexicans in the audience. There was even a stash of books that the Donald has supposedly written with titles like "Think Big and Kick Ass" and "God wants you to be rich" which is real (because I have a copy lurking in the Lair) and of course the nasty "Crippled America - how to make America great again"

But the best stuff is invariably the boylesque, burlesque, circus freaks and drag queens.
Or maybe Izzie is just a sick and twisted serpent. We especially love Fakespeare, tales of deals with the devil or kitschy Bible stories


It’s strange how the state government has spent ridiculous amounts of money on white elephant projects to make the city seem more interesting but it is the Fringe World festival which has now been running in its present form for the last 6 years or so that has done far more to make the place fun and fabulous and all on the smell of an oil rag.

So now it’s back to normality and time to start saving up for next year’s festival of freakishness.
izmeina: (oro)
Join the Queue

Grovelling has never been so much fun.


The Dutch got there first but their neighbours are catching up BIG LEAGUE

Here's another Miss Trumpiverse contestant.

She's got the Best history ever
izmeina: (Don't panic)
Things are getting a little confusing out there.



"Australian Prime Minister Malcolm Turnbull is sent deep into the jungle of the United States of America to try and smooth things over with newly elected President Donald Trump and quickly discovers how things get… ‘confused out there’. Huw Parkinson explores this harrowing tale."

Snatched from Ozfille.

Meanwhile on the home front, the serpent is indulging for the last few days of the Freak Show that is the Fringe Festival.

16 shows in 16 days. Such decadence.
izmeina: Roz with clipboard from Monsters Inc (monsters inc)


The whole point of starting a Twitter account to stalk Agent Orange was to keep a big fat wall around it. Like a cross between quarantine and border protection.
So I was glued to the inauguration at 1 in the morning local time and watched with fascinated horror over that weekend as Sean Spicer and creepy Kelly Anne ranted and raved about the evil Lugenpresse and alternative facts.
Even the sad and disgraceful drama at the CIA Wall was not sufficient to provoke the serpent here although of course it was a free for all over in Twitterland.

I had figured that it would take a couple of months before the shit started to hit the fan. In spite of following the Trump twitter tirades and tantrums, the rallies and debates (which were the total clincher) and having read half of “The Art of the Deal” and all of the abominably awful manifesto “Crippled America - Making America Great Again” was still shocked and surprised to find the malicious incompetence surfacing so soon and so dangerously.
Well one thing is certain about Friday’s disgusting dramas, it certainly got the size of the inauguration crowds off the front pages.

The Devil in the detail )
izmeina: A cute cartoon critter with a bag and a teapot on his head (jolly swagman)
It has been a very strange start to the year so far. Not least due to a certain serpent’s sad addiction to stalking on Twitter but because a whole bunch of goal posts have been moved in such a very short time.

Radio National have not only nuked most of their music programs but have played around with the schedule so much that it is extremely disorientating. Some programs have had the same slot for centuries and now they are either gone or moved to another time or day.
Looks like the goblins have been out slashing stuff with the razor blades
One listener commented that it’s now
Mornings with Murdoch
PM With Pauline
Dinner with Donald
And Bedtime with Bolt.

Not quite that bad but still a bit disturbing. Andrew Bolt has managed to snaffle several op ed pieces per week in the local rag and he is just a petty vindictive whining tyrant like most of the mob at the Murdoch rag. Janet Albrechtson is another card carrying carper. Which reminds me that the sinister “Dial M For Murdoch” is sitting on the table in the spare bedroom begging to be read as is Andrew Jack’s “Inside Putin’s Russia”. So many books and so little time.
P J O’Rourke seems to be the only right wing commentator who is genuinely humorous and not tainted by the petty resentments of his fellows.
But very unhappy to find that First Dog on the Moon has been sent to the kennel and the jolly Jonathan Greene’s Sunday morning slot has been given to Tom Switzer. Switzer is quite mild and moderate compared to most of the other right of centre Dogs of War but he has a swagger in his voice which is annoying.
I did not realise just how central the radio schedule was to the structure of the serpent day until they moved the goal posts. It’s actually one of the reasons for avoiding mall shopping centres like the plague because they are radio reception Dead Zones.

The bus time tables have also been tweeked and that will also take some getting used to but the big one of the moment is the annual Culture Vulture ritual that is the Fringe Festival where for a full four weeks the whole city is turned into a fabulous freak show.
Almost every day of the week except Sunday (due to lousy bus service) I would slink into the city. Lunch time on days off and around 5pm on working days. I would make a bee line for the box office and the list of Rush Tix on offer for the day and plan the serpent’s invasion of Poland.
The Rush Tix are usually between 30% to 50% off the full price so they presented a good opportunity to try something new and adventurous. So in previous years of the Fringe Festival I would go through the big fat program guide and pick 5 “must see” shows that seemed the most likely to sell out. I’d get those tickets in advance and then just resort to the Rushtix for everything else. So it was a cheap way to be adventurous and try out new things without breaking the bank. There is always the odd bad egg but most shows I picked ranged from good to brilliant.

So Friday 20th was the opening day of the festival and I turned up all excited with the prospect of a cheap and cheerful show or two but needing to be mindful of an early bed time due to another entertaining spectacle scheduled to start at 1am.
But this time was different. Not only was the Cheap list nowhere to be seen at the box office but there was a sign saying that they are now only available between 11am and 3pm each day. I guess they don’t want cheapskates like me lining up for tickets during rush hour which is between 5-7pm.
In fact the list is no longer shown at the box office even between 11-3. They are trying to get people to go online to buy tickets which would be OK if they didn’t have the $2 credit card surcharge.

So it looks like the war chest so strategically saved up for a big fat Fringe Binge is going to remain pretty much untouched this year. So far I’ve got 3 full price shows lined up. One is a play about a drone operator in the US Army which got rave reviews when it debuted last year. There’s a spooky men’s choir and a crazy American theatre troupe big into Fakespeare but they occasionally do the odd Alfred Hitchcock or Sherlock Holmes show. Two of those performers have been there in previous years. Got cheap tix and was so impressed with their shows that I keep coming back for more at recommended retail price.The rest will be random cheap tix. There are quite a few shows channelling the Donald and Pauline Hansen also gets her 15 minutes of fame in The Ginger Wave.

At this rate there doesn’t look like much chance of getting anywhere near the usual 16 to 20 shows. The Golden Age is over but it’s still fun just lurking around all the gorgeous venues soaking up the festive fun.

PS Made this post an almost Trump Free zone. Figured that it makes sense to keep the Snark over at Twitter but there are some gems out there to be saved for another day.
Especially after spending a good 3 hours glued to the inauguration.
izmeina: a big eared American eagle listening to everything (spooks)
Sean Spicer and Kellyanne Conwoman - look to your laurels.
The Dutch have just wiped the floor with you lot.

This is spin on steroids and much more entertaining than your ridiculous ramblings.




Oh and about that wall

izmeina: a wicked witch on her broomstick by moonlight (wicked witch)
Hubble bubble
Toil and Trouble

Move over Shakespeare.
Joseph Charles MacKenzie wants your job



Now it's such a pity that Snopes has pissed on our parade.
It's not even a parody. It's FAKE NEWS. So sad.

But still it serves as a useful monument for sycophants and Brown Noses everywhere

We so need Alec Baldwin to read this thing at the unofficial inauguration. If there is one. That would be one bright spark of joy on such a dreadful day.


All hail, MacTrump, thou shalt be King  )

So that's the 2017 Nobel Prize for Literature sorted.

Meanwhile the folks living near that Scottish golf course - the ones who live like pigs have taken to flying the Mexican flag.
izmeina: (oro)
This evening at the grounds of an old lunatic asylum, one P J Harvey summoned and unleashed legions of the demons of Hell.
By now they are winging their way to Washington.

Izzie along a few thousand worshippers of the Witch got to see the whole thing live.


izmeina: (oro)
Dursleyville is in the middle of 3 sizzling stinking days where the temperature reached 39 - 40 celsius for every one of them. Relief is in sight with a mere 27 forecast for tomorrow. Here's hoping they got that one right because the water tank is bone dry and I hate using precious drinking water on the weeds.

So it's a real struggle to keep all the pretty weeds and trees alive. There are 8 baby mangoes on one tree which is the most I have ever had and it would be awful to think they will turn into mango chutney if we get any more days like this.

It's strange being in such a state of limbo where all the grand plans for the garden have to be put on hold. Only consolation is that while it has been hot, at least it's not muggy. That is the worst thing of all. Everyone goes troppo especially Izzie.

But at least there is Cyberia and the wacky big bad world to keep a serpent amused when it is too hot to be able to do stuff outside.

Had no idea what an insidious evil influence Twitter could be and have vowed that today for once it is time to slink off to the serpent sack on the stroke of midnight rather than lurking for a fix of the latest words of wisdom from Agent Orange.
Just over two weeks now and shit will get seriously real. I will definitely be staying up after midnight to watch the whole bread and circuses pomp and ceremony live. I suspect it will be all circus and no bread. The crowds will just have to eat yellowcake.

The Russian drama has raised its ugly heat at Livejournal once again. Maybe it's the last straw for most folks. Still cannot believe that such an ancient site is not dead yet gone the way of internet dinosaurs such as geocities and countless text based forums.

Looks like Putin will be getting his puss on the front cover of Time magazine this year.
izmeina: Strange Spiral Clock (Time Turner)


It's been a quiet start to the New Year.
New Year's Eve was spent on a coffee crawl catching up on the papers and not yet written Christmas cards followed by a slink down to the beach to watch the last sunset of the year.
For the very first time I tried a very strange and popular concoction often to be found in the paleo /hipster hang outs - Turmeric latte which is a coffee substitute made with almond or coconut milk, turmeric and an assortment of spices.

There were lots of folks down at the beach and it was spooky to be within earshot of a party playing David Bowie as a soundtrack to the end of the year.

I spent most of the day at the Dursleys before slinking off to the annual ritual of a local fireworks display by the river which is always held on the evening of 1st January rather than the expected 31st December. I missed it the last two years one due to laziness and the other due to being in Amsterdam.
Their budget must have been cut because the show lasted only 10 minutes as opposed to the usual 20 that it has been for at least the last 10 times that I have attended.

New Year's celebrations in the rest of the world have not been so quiet and peaceful. It was like the Orlando night club all over again in Turkey.

The week of amazingly gorgeous and mild weather is now over. It's forecast to be a sizzling 38 for two days in a row as of tomorrow. So the serpent will have to slink about just after sunrise watering the weeds and putting up umbrellas to keep them shaded.
izmeina: Strange Spiral Clock (Time Turner)
It's that time of year again. Time to look back on the last 12 months and get all nostalgic

The Year of the Serpent )
izmeina: (circle serpent)
It's been a strange and crazy time in Dursleyville. After a sizzling stinking 42.4 celsius last Wednesday for the solstice, today it never got above 24 and at times was even cold due to the wind.
Slowly making progress on the quarterly ritual of 1 year and 5 year plans and tidying up all sorts of loose ends to mark the end of an eventful year.

Christmas was quiet and uneventful and most of the serpent amusement and entertainment was to be found in Cyberia.

They do say that when choosing an enemy, be very careful lest you become like them.
I just could not help but think of that while finding myself not once but several times reading or making snarky replies to Trump Tweets at 3 in the morning. So sad.
Now aside from the odd sack full of loot and a double chin or two, the thought of resembling that pestilential orange beast in any way is just too dreadful to contemplate.

Yesss. This ancient serpent got tired of stalking from a distance and sitting on the sidelines and figured it is finally time to get a front row seat in the circus. The other advantage to signing up to Twitter is the ability to like tweets so that it is possible to come back later and easily find the odd needle in a very giant haystack.

So I signed up a few weeks ago only to make the strange discovery that in most cases it was more user friendly as an outsider. Unlike Livejournal and other such ancient sites, it's only the folks who are logged in who have to endure all the adverts and endless notifications. Learnt quickly to nuke most of those and keep them out of the inbox.

It's a handy place for sharing snippets of stuff especially since nearly every web page these days provides a quick fix Twitter button so there's no need to even cut or paste let alone squiggle snippets of HTML code. It's all too easy but also frustrating.

While brevity is the soul of wit, there is bugger all you can do with 140 characters. Unless your name is Donald Trump. But it his unpredictability combined with access to power that is the real cause of interest in his Twitter storms.


It sure beats Presidential debates or holding press conferences where nosy reporters can ask nasty questions and he can make a total idiot of himself which he is always more likely to do when under pressure.



Of course another adage springs to mind - Don't think of pink pythons. Getting involved in the drama is just giving the narcissistic orange turd yet more of the attention that he desperately desires and definitely does not need. After all, he has played the media with his rat cunning manner and predatory instinct knowing that no publicity is bad publicity and free publicity is the best kind of all.
Paying attention to and retweeting his rants even with the Snark on Steroids - It's like providing crack to an addict.

But maybe Izzie is an addict too.
To quote the words of Michael Arntzen
"Only Trouble is interesting"

But give him time and he will make enough twitter rope to hang himself with. And with some 18 million followers, at least one of them will have a copy somewhere of any incriminating evidence he cares to delete. The internet is forever and it will be most amusing indeed to see the Tweet Storm that will be Exhibit A in some fraud or treason trial - or at least some psychiatric diagnosis.

In the near future there will be Phd and Masters theses written on this theme.

Must be off. There's a Twitter Trump Train Wreck to attend to.
izmeina: Strange Spiral Clock (Time Turner)
When last month's squiggling frenzy ended, got to thinking that December marks not just the end of Nanowrimo but the beginning of a month with a lot of awful anniversaries. One of them long before my time was the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbour. That got a big look in this year due to the 75th anniversary. It turns out to share the date with the murder of John Lennon way back in 1980.


Of course all of that is ancient history but recently is also a festival of misery. There was the Sandy Hook school massacre back in December 2012. It is frightening to think that even the senseless deaths of so many school children did not trigger a change of heart in the government and public of the USA and certainly not the NRA. Australia had it's own creepy crawly gun man who took hostages at the Lindt cafe in Sydney back in 2014 and hitched his egotistical power trips to the ISIS bandwagon.
Then yet another pair of ISIS wannabees mowed down a bunch of people at a Christmas party last year in San Bernadino California.

And now there is barely time to remember the dead when a whole bunch of new atrocities fill the airwaves and the television screens.
Even when not having a television, it is almost impossible to escape them.

Putin must have studied his Master Stalin well. For he was reputed to have said that one death is a tragedy but a millions deaths are merely statistics.

The scale of the destruction in Syria and Allepo in particular is just too enormous for the normal person to comprehend. But watching a man giving a speech at an art gallery who is shot in the back in cold blood while his killer does a victory dance that would not be out of place in Saturday Night Fever - it was just plain creepy. Even if Andrei Karlov was a minion of Putin and personally responsible for bombing Alleppo back to the stone age which he most likely wasn't, it is still a ghastly way to die.

But the creepiest so far - it sort of reminded me of what the Americans call 9/11. Now that the jihadists find it so much harder to hijack planes they are getting desperate and resorting to hijacking trucks to use as weapons.

The attack was uncannily similar to the one in Nice which has now of course forever tainted Bastille Day for the French.

And now the miserable puritanical Islamic fundamentalists have trashed the wonderful Weihnachtsmarkt. No one does Christmas quite like the Germans. I still get nostalgic for the four years I spent Christmas there even while now being a card carrying member of the Grinch Club. Maybe that is why I signed up. The Oz attempts at doing Christmas are just so sad and pathetic in comparison and pretending that it is winter in the middle of summer just emphasizes the awfulness.

It must have been awful for the Polish truck driver Lukasz Urban who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and for his boss who was following the progress of the truck almost in real time and his wife who was getting no replies to her phone calls.

Now Germany will have to copy France and Belgium with extra security measures.

Then there's 21st December which as well as being the solstice is also the anniversary of the Lockerbie terrorist bombing. That seems like centuries ago except of course for the relatives for whom it will always be like yesterday.

Past or present. All paths lead to doom and gloom in December. Here's hoping that the future will not get tainted too. But since fumble fingered potty mouthed petty and vindictive Tyrant Trump and his Schnurrbart minions will soon get his paws on the nuclear codes, the odds are not exactly in our favour.
izmeina: A cute cartoon critter with a bag and a teapot on his head (jolly swagman)
Now that the serpent has a new lurking ground which is perfect for stalking and hunting all sorts of Fantastic Beasts, this journal was supposed to be a Beast Free zone. But that was before finding myself at Platform 6 2/3 where a very strange train turned up.





The poor passengers from the Districts don't know it yet but they are heading straight to the Capitol where President Snowflake will look after them with lots of bread and circuses before the main event begins about four weeks from now.

It's going to be one hell of a train wreck.

Maybe Twitterbird will do in our world what the Mockingjay did for the poor oppressed masses of Panem.

Katness won't like the Snowflake and his minions snatching her song. They have done such a good job that it sounds like she is actually singing it. It would not be the first "stranger than fiction" thing to happen in these interesting times

In the story, the song was intended to be a marching anthem by rebels who united against a dictatorial liar who lived at the height of luxury as the people he subjugated through fear, division, and intimidation starved. People sing this song as they march toward almost certain death.



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It is a sick and twisted addiction. The serpent's journal has turned into one giant Trumpfest. Sad. Very sad.

China’s view of the world over the past two decades has been fundamentally benign, having grown to wealth and power in that period. Putin, by contrast, believes that the end of Soviet communism in 1989 was the “greatest geopolitical catastrophe of the 20th century” and that Russia has been humiliated ever since. His goal appears to be to overturn the U.S.-created international order, even if this means chaos.

It wasn't that long ago that some sad and pathetic little soldier got injured in the trenches of World War 1, returned home with his war injuries and spent years brooding about the humiliation of the Armistice, the reparations and the stab in the back by a bunch of treacherous communists (revolution was breaking out all over the country) and vowed revenge for this humiliation. We all know how that ended.


Dying Superpower pity parties are scary beasts indeed and when they are organized by a smart bastard like Putin with a giant chip on his shoulder then you can be sure that a whole bunch of minions are going to get drunk and very disorderly and it will all end in tears.

Now he's got himself a wannabee smart arse who also has delusions of grandeur and an inflated sense of his own importance but without the brains, the steady hand and big picture view or self discipline that would provide a possible future threat to his own place at the top of the pecking order.

Here's hoping that the Electors are paying very close attention. But maybe on second thoughts it would be a shame to get such good seats to watch the train wreck only to have the show cancelled at the very last minute.
izmeina: a big eared American eagle listening to everything (snoops)


It is a sick and twisted addiction. The serpent's journal has turned into one giant Trumpfest. Sad. Very sad.

China’s view of the world over the past two decades has been fundamentally benign, having grown to wealth and power in that period. Putin, by contrast, believes that the end of Soviet communism in 1989 was the “greatest geopolitical catastrophe of the 20th century” and that Russia has been humiliated ever since. His goal appears to be to overturn the U.S.-created international order, even if this means chaos.

It wasn't that long ago that some sad and pathetic little soldier got injured in the trenches of World War 1, returned home with his war injuries and spent years brooding about the humiliation of the Armistice, the reparations and the stab in the back by a bunch of treacherous communists (revolution was breaking out all over the country) and vowed revenge for this humiliation. We all know how that ended.


Dying Superpower pity parties are scary beasts indeed and when they are organized by a smart bastard like Putin with a giant chip on his shoulder then you can be sure that a whole bunch of minions are going to get drunk and very disorderly and it will all end in tears.

Now he's got himself a wannabee smart arse who also has delusions of grandeur and an inflated sense of his own importance but without the brains, the steady hand and big picture view or self discipline that would provide a possible future threat to his own place at the top of the pecking order.

Here's hoping that the Electors are paying very close attention. But maybe on second thoughts it would be a shame to get such good seats to watch the train wreck only to have the show cancelled at the very last minute.
izmeina: (Noodles uber alles)
Izzie's been a bit of stalker lately. You know there's a few screws loose when a serpent is slinking about at 3 in the morning cackling evilly while reading Trump tweets and the delicious snarkfest of replies.


Keep it up Trumplethinskin.
The clock is ticking and shit's about to get real.

He's got one week left to do his best Hamlet impersonations for the folks on the Hill. Can he manage to convince them that he is as mad as a hatter and crazier than a cut snake?

He's certainly making an excellent effort.





His giant ego has taken up so much of his brain storage space that he cannot even remember the debates or maybe he is just pretending to have forgotten but of course he is too smart to need to listen to advice from experts and too intelligent to need to read intelligence briefings.

Enough hissy fits and pity parties which become more and more outrageous with each passing day and it should be easy to convince the Electoral College mob to break with tradition and dump him.

But then again he has insulted and delegitimised just about every institution in the land already and it doesn't seem to do him any harm at all. Quite the contrary.
So I guess aside from the usual shitty fits there's nothing short of threatening to tweet the nuclear codes that will make them jump ship.



Then he can declare with fake outrage that once again the system is RIGGED and there are faithless treacherous lying rodents running rampant all over the place.
All hell will break loose while each side hurls accusations of treason at the other.


It's the only way for him to get out of the shit storm and to save face at the same time.

Then he can slink back to his golden Tower of Babble and spend the rest of his life tweeting "We was robbed"

Of course it would be much more fun if the spooks find the smoking gun and the big sook gets to spend the rest of his life behind bars wearing an orange jumpsuit.

Interesting times indeed

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