kairos12
kairos12's JournalHow about marketing some Chump Eclipse Glasses.
Spangle them with MAGA insignias, embed a coupon for a bucket of nuggets, and liter of Diet Coke.
Guarantee the best view of the eclipse.
Make the lenses from plastic wrap from Plan B packaging.
Etiquette Question. Input wanted.
Here's the situation. Whenever I invite someone to attend an event with me. I will say I have an extra ticket, would you like to join me. That's it. I never ask for my guest to pay for that ticket. It would not occur to me.
Of recent times, I have received an invite such as the one I posited. No cost is ever discussed. Should I assume there is one? I agree to join in. Upon arrival, I am informed that will be XXX amount of dollars.
Do you think there is a proper way to handle this?
Is either scenario more correct?
Thanks.
I was trying to think
up some Motown puns. I can only come up with two or three…Four Tops.
Erasmus gets it.
“The less talent they have, the more pride, vanity, and arrogance they have. All these fools, however, find other fools who applaud them.”
Erasmus 1509
As Chump tries to prod the legal system to get himself
locked up. MAGA martyrdom you know.
Maybe he will try and emulate his hero Hitler and write a book from prison.
Jokes on him. Because crayons are flammable, they're contraband in prison.
I hear people often discuss the "road not taken" or
being stymied by the "fork in the road."
For me, it's I rocked down Electric Avenue, but didn't take it higher.
Grant me another chance, please.
I avoid conversations with MAGA, but this time
I was in the doctor's office waiting room. In walked a dude fully decked out in Chump gear. Including, "I identify as a pissed off American slogan."
He sat across from an older couple. The woman eyed him and said a lot of people agree with you. I couldn't help it, " I said not everybody."
The Chumper eyed me. I was wearing my battered ball call that identified me as a an Army Ranger. Major Cognitive Dissonance for him I'm sure. You could see the wheels turning. So he asked me, "you an Army Ranger?" I said Yep. Then I asked him, "what Branch were you?"
The hemming and hawing began. I went back to my book.
Once I was in the Messhall
and somebody started flinging mayonnaise packets around.
I yelled “what the Hellman!!”
MAGA Rubes buying Don Poorleoni endorsed bibles.
Maybe even more than 6 January, the above statement has moved us beyond anything even Rod Serling ever imagined.
"The Maga Zone."
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