izmeina: spooky shadowy squid (scary squid)
In spite of the dramas at the Dursleys, Izzie has still found time to be slinking and snooping and tweeking the Time Turner and encountered the juiciest tastiest Trump morsels
Gold Fingers

A veritable gold mine of tweetable quotes and super scary revelations


"Trump was seen on the news shows offering his services to negotiate with the Russians. There was talk that he might make a run for president"
izmeina: Strange Spiral Clock (Spiral)
What a week

If we ever needed proof that
The fish rots from the head
Then this week was it





Just another week in Washington

More of the madness

Originally tried to embed rather than use links but they seem to disapparate when clicked

The vanishing tweets )


At this rate we will be lucky to get to the end of the next one
izmeina: (circle serpent)
A quick squiggle from Nanoland. This has been the strangest Camp Nano in the last few years and bears an uncanny resemblance to the adventures of August 2012

The map was all rolled out and ready to go. The path should have been pretty easy. Usually Camp Nano is the perfect occasion to get in a bit of practice in writing and brainstorming by grabbing a pack of Devil’s playing cards as writing prompts then churning through them slowly and steadily in the hope of generating as many ideas and leads as possible for the big event in November.

But this time I decided to do things a bit differently. Instead of laying the foundations for a new project, would devote this time to adding more words to last November’s zero draft. All the serpent needed to do was to add a whole bunch of new scenes and try to steer the story into some relatively coherent shape.

The Art of the Steal was about a devil doing deals and offering numerous political fixes in exchange for souls to fill his bright shiny Celebrity trophy cabinet.

It should have been so easy since Dodgy Donald and his minions have exceeded even the worst of expectations.
Between Twitter snippets and even just following the daily news here, there is bucket loads of raw material so it should have been possible to almost go in zombie mode.

But the inner serpent is not playing nicely.

Of course there have been quite a few distractions in the last few months.

Playing with the Pensieve )
izmeina: A cute cartoon critter with a bag and a teapot on his head (teapot)
Oh well. Livejournal was fun while it lasted.

Now they have started an April Fools joke that is nowhere as funny as the one offered by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs

Had no idea until Dreamwidth started rejecting crossposts. Went over to the Dark Side for a peek at the problem and this ghastly pop up ticky box is there like some pesky padlock. No navigation of the site is possible, clicking on links to read comments or anything.
You now have to enter the URL to get to any pages now.

So so glad that I imported LJ to Dreamwidth a few months ago even if it did mean having several years worth of duplicate entries. Had tried to reverse and repeat the procedure several times over the years but always ended up with the double entries since 2009.

Now that particular door has been shut.


Gone are the days when introducing advertising to the service was only ever a sick April Fools joke.
Now they taunt us with legal gobbledygook

7.4 Please note that, User shall be subject to Article 10.2 of the Federal Act of the Russian Federation No. 149-ФЗ if more than three thousand Internet users access the Blog (the Blog’s page) within 24 hours.

Of course this translation of the user agreement is NOT legally binding
But this one is

7.4 Администрация обращает внимание Пользователя, что если доступ Блогу (странице Блога) составит более трех тысяч пользователей сети «Интернет» в течение суток, на Пользователя будут распространяться требования ст. 10.2 Федерального закона Российской Федерации № 149-ФЗ.

This Federal Act of the Russian Federation No. 149-ФЗ seems to appear suspiciously often and anything with Putin's paws on it, is probably going to be an exceedingly nasty piece of work

I guess that any post that becomes too popular too quickly arouses suspicion as a possible pretext for protest. Nothing like using the sledge hammer of the law to crack a nut.

Also strange is the apparent absence of any discussion of this stuff over on Livejournal. Maybe all the Drama Llamas are long gone because they used to go to war over mere trifles and now they are all missing in action.

But there are much more important things to worry about in Russia these days. If they are not meddling in elections or bombing Syria back to the stone age, then there are the attacks from countless enemies.

With so much FAKE news out and about these days, it is hard to know which bombings are committed by terrorists and which are False Flag Reichstag Fires.

We can only be sure of one thing.
When elephants fight, the grass gets trampled.
izmeina: (Don't panic)
There were rumours going around in Cyberia that there are Russians out there with a sense of humour. Surely this must be the most FAKE news ever.

But the BBC has kindly included it on their list of juiciest jokes for April.
Of course the Beeb have been banned lots lately from White House press events so that's pretty good credentials.




Source

Russian hackers on demand

Inspired by claims that Kremlin-sponsored hackers tried to rig the US election, Russia's foreign ministry shared "a new answering machine for Russian diplomatic missions abroad" on
Facebook


"To arrange a call from a Russian diplomat to your political opponent, press 1," the fake switchboard message suggests. Your other options? "Press 2 to use the services of Russian hackers", or 3 "to request election interference."
izmeina: (circle serpent)
So today was official FAKE NEWS Day.

Been busy in the real world so not much time to collect juicy morsels but there are some out there.

Of course there were countless resignations in Washington but no one could possibly fooled by those

In honour of the day, Radio National devoted one of their many repeats to a forum about Trust and truth in the digital news age

Best tasty morsel ever was the link to this online Defence Against the Dark Arts site

So many sites and so little time
izmeina: tree and serpent lurking, permaculture logo (egg)



Nathan Lozeron is the King of Productivity Porn. Nothing like teaching a concept to others to make sure that you understand it deeply yourself.
If there is any justice in the world, he should become President or at least rich beyond the dreams of avarice. Or maybe he will continue on his present path of sharing the golden nuggets of wisdom for free rather than hogging them all for himself.

But back to Word of the Day


The concept is suspiciously close to those dreaded and woeful vision and mission statements but not quite. More like North on a compass than some cheesy happy claptrap to be hung in a foyer to impress the gullible idiots.

It would be fun for folks to suggest suitable one word mantras for each other and see if there is any overlap.
So far GAMES and MAGIC come to mind for certain serpent associates


Had been meaning to do a proper post about this and a whole bunch of other things not to mention replying to an assortment of thought provoking posts (Catness is the culprit behind most of those) but those days seem to be well and truly over lately.

At present this peeved python's word would run along the lines of PISSED OFF but such pity parties are no path for a bright shiny future.


When the choice is between pecking the letters on a tiny but properly functioning smart phone or using a real keyboard attached to a temperamental and veritably senile Big Mac, then the good intentions do not last long at all.
After the first 15 minutes of jumping through hoops, spinning beach balls and freeze frames, all desire to squiggle rapidly evaporates only to be replaced by murderous frustration and rage. And the problem with anger or fear is that it makes you irrational and stupid. Brain dead. Totally and completely brain dead.

It is a miracle I ever managed to keep the new monthly resolution beginning in March of writing ten minutes or 300 words per day for 21 days this month.
Most of it turned out to be snarling hissing rants about what a worthless POS the Big Mac is turning into. Did also squiggle a bit more cheerfully in the gorgeous green Slytherin diary but that doesn't count because there is no word count.
But the content is completely irrelevant. The point is the ritual and the habit.
Did manage to clock up between 400 to 500 words in the 10 minutes (nearly always timed it) so it should not be too much of a stretch to add another 10 minutes per day to reach a quota capable of reaching April's Camp Nano target of 25,000 words.

Next month's habit is infinitely more ambitious. Getting up around 7am 6 mornings a week and going to bed by 11pm.

While pottering around some of the productivity porn pages on habits, came across some one who is learning French for just 5 minutes a day on Duolingo. Figured on the spur of the moment that would be an interesting experiment - to start a language from scratch with just 5 mins a day and no particular effort outside of the app and see what sorts of progress I make. Clever buggers have gamified the site. Most geeks would see straight through it but simple serpents are easily pleased.

So far I have a 7 day run. You get bonus points for that sort of thing. Sneaky buggers.
Even more amusing was consulting the Oracle of Google to learn about the business model because there just did not seem to be any obvious means to make money from a free language learning course. Especially one that displays no adverts of any kind unless they are all on the app which I do not have because the Google store keeps saying that there's insufficient space in spite of having a nearly empty 16gb SD card in the thing.

It is so much easier to take teenie weenie baby steps and make progress that way than to go for grandiose projects which only serves to awake the inner beast who never misses a chance to sabotage any grand serpent plans.
izmeina: (Don't panic)
Some tweets are just too good to stay in Twitterland


izmeina: (Don't panic)
Izzie has been a bit of a strange serpent of late. There’s serious drama over at the Dursleys. By next Friday all will be revealed. Until then there is nothing to do but keep the forked tongue crossed.
Combined with some recent posts from Catness and crazy troppo weather, it’s sort of triggered a serpent mid life crisis.
Last year had a lucky escape with a dodgy witchy wart gone feral. It got nuked in the nick of time but in the light of recent events, I cannot help but think that if I had lived in the USA a simple 1 hour nose job would have cost an arm and a leg.

But the autumn equinox brings relief from the sizzling summer and the promise of all sorts of green and growing things.

The whole business of goals and the search for some worthwhile purpose on this earth got the serpent to thinking that all the happiest times had one thing in common without exception - some project to be working on - be it tiny like a simple zentangle, a bit more ambitious like an 8 week online course with homework assignments and deadlines or some crazy hairy scary audacious goal like paying off a $25,000 mortgage in 250 days (it actually took 200 but was overshadowed by the evil scheming of DodgyDonald clone Dolores)


So it might be an idea to dust off and rejuvenate those long dormant spark plugs with some new grand project.
There’s been plenty of those that end up getting written down over and over again in the little green 5 year plan notebook. But it’s time to tweak those rituals a bit
Like Nanowrimo - what is needed is a real rather than an arbitrary deadline.

Grand Plans )


The Sneaky Tricksy way of getting stuff done.
Next best thing to having a private army of Zombie minions

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.
izmeina: (Default)
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.


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