PCIntern
PCIntern's JournalWhat the actual fuck, Mika???
Are you an adult? Are you sure??
Today, she was interviewing Jordan Klepper of Comedy Central, whom I think is a terrific individual. He mentioned, and showed blurred photos of a naked bike ride protest that he covered.
Mika Mouse could not stop with the pearl-clutching: I can’t quote her but all I could think during her gasping poutrage was, lady, you were fucking your co-host and he was if I remember correctly, still married, and even if he wasn’t I believe you were.
I don’t care one way or another but come on: Junior high school is way behind you: the naked bike rides are staged to prove something or another and it’s all ok. It’s human anatomy, nearly everyone has got one or three parts which are normally covered…except for statues, paintings, medical books, magazines, mainstream film, “adult” film, and nudist colonies.
I have witnessed a couple of these bike rides held in Philly annually and first, it’s nothing I hadn’t seen before and second, most of what was to see was objectively unimpressive. Life ain’t Hollywood.
In re: Pearl Harbor
Something I’ve thought about for a number of years:
Soon there will be no surviving military individuals who were present on that horrifying day
https://www.inquirer.com/wires/ap/pearl-harbor-survivors-remembrance-ceremony-20251207.html?utm_medium=referral&utm_source=ios&utm_campaign=app_ios_homefeed_share&utm_content=VPHI2HG6VRDNDGLKAODR22J2DM
My dad, who talked little of his four years in the Pacific Theatre, did tell me that he decided that Sunday night to enlist. He said that he knew he’d be killed, he was not a physically impressive man. As it turned out, it was often a matter of luck as to who survived, he was lucky, the rest of the first platoon to which he was assigned was not.
Introducing: The Democratic Underground Piece of Shit Prize
Awarded to Trump in 2025 with the inscription:
“IT IS HARD TO BELIEVE THAT THIS OLD PIECE OF SHIT…
WAS ONCE A YOUNG PIECE OF SHIT. “
Here's a test I devised:
You know, when you get an outrageously idiotic statement from an asshole like Tom Cotton, in which he stated that what he saw was two survivors attempting to flip a boat in open water and continue with their mission of transporting drugs, you pose the following rejoinder to him:
“All right Senator, since the notion of questionably-justified extreme violence pleases you, now just for the sake of argument let us hypothesize that there is a gun aimed at your forehead and I ask you to repeat that statement. If it makes sense and is even remotely likely as judged by an ordinary schmuck like me, for example, the gun will not fire. If on the other hand….well you understand what will happen”. I’m willing to bet he’d “revise his remarks” dramatically.
But you see, these people are allowed to say things like this and nobody shouts out, “That is the most fucking ridiculous thing you’ve ever said, except for everything else that you’ve ever said!!!” Nope. They all just stand there quietly, and WORSE, respectfully, and the Senator in this case knows that there are no boundaries for this brand of lying idiocy. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
If you talked like this in your dorm room, there is no telling what your hallmates might do to you or your room while you were asleep. Apparently the rules of society, decency, and morality no longer apply to these megalomaniacs.
Nota Bene #1
It COULD BE that he is wearing dark suits because he is wearing a Foley catheter with a leg bag, which was evident in several of his photos in lighter blue suits as well as another device, possibly an infusion pump which may be connected to an indwelling venous port.
I’m gonna go Full Monty, so to speak, here and say that IT COULD BE that he has an extremely serious medical condition and this is why IT MIGHT WELL BE: well, just Lookit….
His schedule has changed and is not “starting work”😂 until noon. He is suffering the side effects of medications: drowsiness, mood alteration (yes I know but his minimal filters are gone), swelling in his periorbital area, and other manifestations. He is awake most of the night because that is when anxiety attacks -believe me, I know. He PERHAPS is receiving medical treatment in the morning hours and knowing a few narcissists in my life, it takes them oh-so-long to get ready in the morning what with arbitrary decision-making about clothes, how many cups of coffee, who to call first thing, makeup and hair, personal ranting time, and other ministerial minutiae. Couple that with medical attention and four hours of preparation seems reasonable.
It’s all off the rails,and for a press which delights in “reporting” such issues as Anne Heche’s driving record and prescription drug history and Michael Jackson’s actions involving underage individuals, they are largely ignoring the political equivalent of the Hindenburg disaster. Just ike the airship, the “essential fluid” has exploded and the fabric is being consumed by a conflagration as the framework falls to the Earth.
I’m writing this from a cruise ship located in the Carribbean, having consumed more alcohol daily than I normally drink in three months and having a terrific time AWAY geographically at least from the toxic environment which America has become, thanks to the allowable propagation of lies, of hate, and of stupidity.
In these times of uncertainty, the sure thing is that someday, perhaps very soon, this particular era will come to an end and there will be no shortage of hypocritical apologists bending over backward elaborately and faux-humbly explaining their lack of professionalism, historical knowledge of similar situations in the past, and self-righteousness during this absurd time. For one, I can’t wait to pillory these morons and metaphorically hoist them with their own petards. Cant. Fucking. Wait.
We are asymptotically approaching the inflection point...
And it has been a forty-plus year journey of America’s spirit, morality, and its existential right to exist.
When Trump came on the scene all those years ago, he was ridiculous: an exaggerating pitchman for himself, his lifestyle, his businesses, and his family. He would say things in all seriousness that were untrue but unprovably so in an easy fashion: “the greatest building, the greatest steaks, the most beautiful women, the best airline, the tastiest water” and other exaggerated lies. And the populace and the media smiled, shook its head, and said “there goes Donald again.”
But he was performing an act of hypnosis which worked perfectly on millions of people. The equivalent of “Now watch this swinging shiny pocket watch as it goes back and forth” was cast upon the masses. These individuals wanted to believe that what he stated was true, and the fundamentals were all in place. The victim of any confidence game must possess both material greed and surety that his or her fellow conspirator is generous in helping that individual. The old scam which takes place in front of a bank involving an envelope with thousands of dollars is one excellent example.
The people who have been thus hypnotized are now willing subjects of this magician and simultaneously reject any truth told to them as a lie, particularly any negative statement concerning the magician.
But over time, some individuals begin to understand for whatever reason or reasoning that this individual has been either mistaken or outright lying to them. It is very important that it be understood that each of these individuals believed that the magician has been addressing him or her personally, even though there is an audience in reality of tens of millions. The problem for those who are righteous is that in order for more people to lose faith in the magician trick, the next mistake or grievous harm must be greater in magnitude, as we societally define correctness, than the last.
So in order to reach the top of the popularity curve there must be some occurrence so untoward that the metaphorical sled is pushed over the top of the hill and begins its descent. Some believe this has happened or is beginning to happen with the multiple accusations of pedophilia and Ephebophilia. Perhaps it will be sufficient.
Or perhaps we will have to wait until a sufficient number of people and their families are truly suffering for the body politic to reach the inflection point. We shall know soon where we stand. The entire business reminds me of the old false paradox which stated that “motion is impossible” - Since we must travel half the distance in a finite amount of time to reach an objective and then travel half the distance again in another finite period of time and so on to infinity, then we can never reach that point in finite time.
We observe this governmental insanity and wonder if we are living this false paradox. Perhaps we are. Perhaps we are not. Time will tell, but the ending is presently in doubt.
So what happens when we awaken one morning and
find that He has demolished the statue of Abraham Lincoln inside the Memorial and has commissioned a statue of himself?
So you think it cannot happen? What if I had posted six months ago that he demolished the East Wing of the venerated White House? Would you have taken me seriously or thought it was some brand of typical PCIntern hyperbole?
Do you understand that I have just asked four, now five, questions? Is there a problem with that? No? And why not?
And you know what that reminds me of?
The gentile says to the rabbi, “Why is it that you people always answer a question with a question?”
“Do we?” answers the rabbi.
Now THIS is both nauseating and funny AF:
Every few days, there’s a “new” advertisement which bombs on my FB page (Yeah…you hate FB and don’t belong/link/approve of it or its management. Yeah. I get it). My particular ads lately are the 16 head pulsing massager which the guy uses on his wife, sister-in-law, step-sister, woman he met at a wife-swapping party….the 27degree angled sex pillow with female models of all ages…. Spray or sponge to make car windows clear. Dont ask.
The latest is a Trump voter delight: it’s an insert designed to stop the seat belt chime if you refuse to wear a seat belt. My “favorite” ad is the one with the “no-nonsense” gravelly voiced bearded guy who is tired of his wife telling him to buckle his seat belt.
I’m all for this device: I’m gonna buy a bunch and send them to every Trump voter I know because unlike them, I’m a big believer in Darwin’s Theory of Evolution.
As a post-script, I can’t wait for the responses suggesting exactly WHY I see the ads I do.
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving Holiday.
I'm all for naming things after Trump:
Some consideration should be given to the following:
Sewage Treatment Plants
Cemeteries and Crematoria
Encyclopedias of Mental Disorders
Weight Loss Centers
Hair Transplantation and Regrowth Clinics
Incontinence Products
Genus of flesh-eating bacteria
Remainder Bookstores
Many more possibilities….look, we already have Trump University, Trump Water, Trump Airlines, Trump Taj Mahal, Trump Marina, Trump Plaza, for starters. The sky’s the limit!
The Onion has finally outdone themselves:
Those of us who have cable news on incessantly know EXACTLY what they’re saying
https://www.facebook.com/share/v/14RoLBLRbbJ/?mibextid=wwXIfr
(Yeah. It’s Facebook.)
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