They were the voice of a generation.
Imagine what that must feel like. Hillary forced to watch yet another inauguration she was promised by the Gods. It must be horrible though I can’t exactly sympathize. The thought of her being at the helm is more than a tender mind can handle. Look at what’s been said anent the imaginary and illusive Russian hack. The constant refrain of contamination and attack without so much as a shred and ort of evidence. Details, details, m’boy. Enjoy. Or not. It’s your call.
“Quo usque tandem abutere, Catilina, patientia nostra?” M. CICERONIS TULLI ORATIO IN L. CATILINAM PRIMA
I loved 2016. It was the year that changed everything. The evil queen’s been dispatched, there’s a revolution in the works and you and I look excitedly to 2017. Thank you for your payronage and faith and Happy New Year to you and yours.
#LionelNation in Northern Ireland
The world mourns yet another celebrity who dies prematurely over and lifestyles, decisions and deadly habits. Enter automourn.
The greatest Xmas lyrics ever. Bar none. Thank you, Mr. Lake. (10 November 1947 – 7 December 2016)
Snopes schadenfreude, Mr. Metropolis and a gift guide + this day in history w/the Federal Reserve Act and our song of the day by Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings on your Morning Monarchy for December 23, 2016.
It’s a mental illness. An inability and refusal to confront and address the obvious. Hillary Clinton lost. Donald Trump won. In the few weeks Obama has taken every side on every position. Russia did, Russia didn’t. Hillary was robbed, Hillary screwed up. I failed, I was a success. I have brought hope, there is no hope. Everything is wonderful, everything sucks. The FBI is right, the FBI is wrong.
Hegel is very impressed. But he’s still waiting for the synthesis.
It’s lonely knowing you’re right. You’re met relentlessly by the simple-minded and trite. They never seem to wonder what’s right or wrong. We just know.
