MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Donuel
Date: 25 May 20 - 10:32 PM

Eating live animals is unique. In the case of a live prawn you can feel it resign its life in your mouth, if you dont hurry it will seemingly come back alive with its last ounce of hope.
Then there is the adrenalized blood of freshly hunted...

excerpt from 'How to Become a Vegan' by Tom Ato

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Donuel
Date: 25 May 20 - 09:28 PM

The place had such loud austere acoustics like a bathroom. I could peep at a portion of the kitchen through the little glass door resolutely guarding a slice of pie for I was without a dime. Hey buddy can you...

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Rapparee
Date: 25 May 20 - 09:04 PM

Nonsense! I have a lovely recipe for grits souffle (as made at the King's Arms Tavern in Williamsburg, VA). We first had them there:

Waiter: Would you like to try our grits souffle?
THWAP, g.s. on the plate.

It really is very good. And grits with shrimp as made in Charleston, SC -- delicious.

Gator Tail a la Pensacola is pretty terrible, since the gator ain't dead.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Bee-dubya-ell
Date: 25 May 20 - 07:05 PM

I never ate food from an automat. They never really caught on in the South. Probably because cooked grits have a shelf-life of about ten minutes before they turn into a congealed gelatinous mass even a dog won't eat.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Donuel
Date: 25 May 20 - 04:39 PM

Dining on dime
at lunchtime
The last time I was at Horn and Hardart I was much shorter.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Rapparee
Date: 25 May 20 - 08:42 AM

Today shall be fair and 68° F. Later this week it shall continue to be fair and up to 89°F.

Yesterday I put the flower boxes out on the porch. Then I heard it, way up in the air: a duckdog barking away, and never was barking so sad, and never was barking so gay.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Rapparee
Date: 24 May 20 - 10:14 PM

Their corn dogs are, at best, okay.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Bee-dubya-ell
Date: 24 May 20 - 06:39 PM

There's a Thai restaurant in Pensacola that shares a building with a car wash. You can enjoy a nice dish of red curry while watching cars go through the wash tunnel.

The cars being washed provide an endless source of distraction, which makes the restaurant a good place to take a dinner companion you plan on ignoring.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Rapparee
Date: 24 May 20 - 02:40 PM

The restaurant in question is called Cafe Tuscano and it's one of the best in Idaho (really!). Their food is outstanding and the   tiramisu (made there)is literally national-award-winning. Still, taking guests to the Chevron station for a dinner of grilled tri-tip and veggies with an excellent wine/beer selection (and harder stuff) and very tasty desserts isn't in the usual pervue of folks from, say, DC or Chicago.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Donuel
Date: 24 May 20 - 12:46 PM

In my thinking on one end of the grand pendulum of human events and responses, is the compounding of negative magical thinking mistakes like the Children's Crusade or the 3rd Reich, and on the other end are the compounded enlightenment extremes of Realitivity and super inventions and discoveries.

We may be at the extreme right swing of the pendulum or near to it.
Like when we are on a swing this is the time to gain a little boost to the swing down and to the left. I don't know if sticking our legs out or leaning back is what gives us added momentum. Its probably both but we are going to be OK.

Everyone is overdosed with rule by lies and TV hypnosis to the point of rejection. The old tricks are suspect and the new meme begins.
In reality there are many pendulums at different degrees all swinging simultaneously but I think people visualize in 2 dimensions most easily.

I hope we identify the coming time as a new age instead of a post appocolyptic anything. My highly ignored, arrogant sounding, journal of thought droppings work is done. All thats left is repitition or forever unfinished attempts.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 24 May 20 - 12:55 AM

It's easier to get a business loan for a gas station than a restaurant (at least in this part of Texas) so there are a lot of gas stations with quite decent small restaurants inside. It has surprised a few guests when we run by the corner Citgo gas station for gyros.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [anux]
From: Donuel
Date: 23 May 20 - 09:57 PM

There are gems among truck stop oasis.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Rapparee
Date: 23 May 20 - 09:35 PM

Just got back from dinner at the gas station.----------------------------------------

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Donuel
Date: 23 May 20 - 05:46 PM

My young son's excuse is that he is the chief moderator of a role playing website.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Bee-dubya-ell
Date: 23 May 20 - 01:13 PM

Poor Mom! All her kids are off having Memorial Day weekend fun and she's sitting here neglected.

No, wait! The kids aren't having fun! There's still a pandemic! They're staying home and being bored!

So, what's their excuse now?

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Donuel
Date: 21 May 20 - 03:46 PM

You know who wrote the lazy beggining and end.
But who wrote the Last Mohawk Tasmainian Navaho CroMagnon Neanderthal?

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 21 May 20 - 11:19 AM

Did Cher write that (too lazy to look it up . . . )

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Donuel
Date: 21 May 20 - 07:58 AM

My father married a pure Navaho
My people were ashamed where ever we go
The Indians said I was white by law
The White Man always called me "Indian Squaw"
Half-breed, that's all I ever heard
Half-breed, how I learned to hate the word
Half-breed, she's no good they warned
Both sides were against me since the day I was born
We never settled, went from town to town
When you're not welcome you don't hang around
The other children always laughed at me
"Give her a feather, she's Navaho"
Half-breed, that's all I ever heard
Half-breed, how I learned to hate the word
Half-breed, she's no good they warned
Both sides were against me since the day I was born
We weren't accepted and I felt ashamed
Nineteen I left them, tell me who's to blame
My life since then is reservations
But I can't run away from what I am
Half-breed, that's all I ever heard
Half-breed, how I learned to hate the word
Half-breed, she's no good they warned
Both sides were against me since the day I was born
si lence, that's all that I hear
Si lence, cuz the virus killed them all
Si lence, with no intensive care
Now one side's against me till the day that I fall

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 20 May 20 - 11:53 PM

Nancy Pelosi on MSNBC tonight was not very well lit or she'd look like her usual self. All of this home reporting means people have various types of light fixtures in the rooms and the color of the light can make a huge difference in the appearance on a broadcast or in photographs.

Good old Archie McPhee. Located in the neighborhood where several family members have resided over the years. Nice area.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Rapparee
Date: 20 May 20 - 08:21 PM

Here's a start. And with this he'd never be without that which he so much craves.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Donuel
Date: 20 May 20 - 07:57 PM

I've tried readjusting the color on my TV to no avail as the skin around Trump's eyes, where there is no bronzer, keeps turning more blue than the usual pasty white.

Due to his makeup he has always had the opposite look of a raccoon around his eyes but he really looks sick now.

To be fair some others like Nancy Pelosi looks like they are wearing a
mask.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 20 May 20 - 03:47 PM

MOM wants to make a tinfoil helmet and mail it to The Donald. I told her it would clash with the orange he sprays on his face (except for his eyelids, where he puts a couple of little lid covers every morning - and seems to think the world can't tell that's what he's doing?)

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Donuel
Date: 20 May 20 - 03:17 PM

Copper mines are not as mobile as tin foil hats.

Its a sad season for TV's '24'
Jack Baur has virtually died from Coronovirus.
The show may go without him.
This has Donald rethinking masks.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Rapparee
Date: 20 May 20 - 02:11 PM

We have been under attack for quite some time, with Them bombarding us with their ray-weapons. YOU think it's sunshine, but the Idaho Legion knows better. That's why the Secret Space Defense Headquarters is buried in an old copper mine near Inkom. It's camouflaged as the Bannock County Land Fill.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Donuel
Date: 20 May 20 - 01:34 PM

More Solar X rays reach your body and damage your DNA than gamma rays from super novas. They effect our evolution and life span. If we had a red dwarf Sol, our life span could seem immortal in comparison. Aliens from dim planets should also have large eyes but I have never seen one.
Rays of sunshine are a mixed bag.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 20 May 20 - 01:02 PM

I heard on one of the MSNBC programs last night that because of the social distancing there are fewer cases of colds and such going around. There are a few rays of sunshine.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: gnu
Date: 20 May 20 - 12:55 PM

I wish there was a "Like" button, but, alas, my mouse would die from exhaustion.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Donuel
Date: 20 May 20 - 10:24 AM

TB or not TB

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Donuel
Date: 20 May 20 - 10:14 AM

We currently have a hemmorragic epidemic in the US that only wild rabbits die from.
In the US we are more likely to get a touch of the plague by contact and not fleas. Penacilain allows a quick cure, most of the time.

Like Trump I'm not a doctor but I stayed in a Holiday Inn.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Rapparee
Date: 19 May 20 - 09:00 PM

So? Do you think that no contagious disease threatens first-world countries?

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Donuel
Date: 19 May 20 - 01:02 PM

https://www.washingtonpost.com/world/2019/11/18/bubonic-plague-inner-mongolia/

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Rapparee
Date: 19 May 20 - 11:26 AM

Anyone name "Michael" is taken immediately to the heaven of his or her own choice. This is in the Bible, the Quran, the Baghavid Gita, the saying of the Buddha, and every other relevant source of spiritual and secular literature. It's even found (go on, look for it!) in Teschi's Mathematical Methods in Quantum Mechanics with Applications to Schrödinger Operators.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Donuel
Date: 19 May 20 - 07:28 AM

Covid 19 in quarantine is a silent disease
Bubonic victims screamed loudly right before death


In quarantine, in quarantine
Everyone hears you when you scream.
With BUBONIC your screams are moronic
In Quarantine

You will fall down now.
and bang your head now.
When the buboes swell,
The pain is worse than hell

In quarantine people did scream.
Its an extreme dream
it burned worse than streamed steam
In quarantine

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 18 May 20 - 11:38 PM

Well, damn. MOM took a bottle of single malt Scotch and a glass and stomped out onto the screened in porch to rock on the glider and think about Micca. RIP, little big man.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Rapparee
Date: 18 May 20 - 08:29 PM

Verse 1
Uh huh it's the plague
Gonna kill you in a few days
A pandemic so severe
The Black Death Caused such horror and fear
And there ain't no cure for that girl
You'll be dead in no time flat girl
You'll get acral necrosis
From the Yersinia Pestis
And it makes your tongue all black girl
Gonna bury out in back girl

Hook
Ooh, Fleas on rats (X5)

Verse 2
Started in China, don't know how
But the Mongols used Biological Warfare
At Kaffa hurled the Italians at Geonesse
The Italians fled back to Sicily
And in 1347
The Black Death said hello to Europe
In infected fleas
From port cities along trade roads
Buboes swelling in the nodes
And it spread real fast like that girl
Better flee when you see a rat girl
People livin for the now, bro
Like that Book by Boccaccio
Oh you could be a [?] girl

[Hook]
Ooh, Fleas on rats (X5)

Verse 3
5 kilometers a day
And in 5 years
Killed two-thirds of the population
Some blamed the lepers or Jews
Did they poison the wells?
It led to peasant revolts
Loss of faith
And some serious persecution
People carried out patches of herbs
to protect them from the smell
Doctor's didn't know what caused it
Bolt your door if your family's afflicted
Bodies in the cart girl
Skeletons in the art girl
But the decreased population
led to amelioration
Of the peasant folk, hey
they could ask for more pay

[Hook]
Ooh, Fleas on rats (X5)

Verse 4
Let me hear you say
This plague is bubonic
B-U-B-O-N-I-C
This plague is bubonic
B-U-B-O-N-I-C
This plague is bubonic
B-U-B-O-N-I-C
This plague is bubonic
B-U-B-O-N-I-C
A pandemic so severe
The Black Death Caused such horror and fear
And there ain't no cure for that girl
You'll be dead in no time flat girl
You'll get acral necrosis
From the Yersinia Pestis
And it makes your tongue all black girl
Gonna bury out in back girl

[Hook]
Ooh, Fleas on rats (X5)

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Donuel
Date: 18 May 20 - 08:18 PM

Best song to empty a room!

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Donuel
Date: 18 May 20 - 09:01 AM

[Verse 1]
I've got it man, it holds my breath down
What goes around really goes around
I walk alone, my days are still good
But I still can't breathe the way I should

[Chorus]
This is the loneliest disease
I've got the loneliest disease
Ah, ah, ah
I don't like who I've become
It is hard to take or keep my breath
Ah, ah, ah
Lonely disease, loneliest death

[Verse 2]
When I try, I try my best
I know I would not expect anything less
I do myself up, make sure I look good
I wait to get better but not as good as it should

[Chorus]
This is the loneliest disease
I've got the loneliest disease
Ah, ah, ah
I don't like who I've become
It is hard to take or keep my breath
Ah, ah, ah
Lonely disease, loneliest death

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Donuel
Date: 18 May 20 - 08:36 AM

We are arriving at 100,000 deaths a month early on June 1st.
Thats a third of all the corona deaths in the world.
WHY?
By Presidential order 29 states are reopening and no mask is a symbol of bravery and Freedom. The CDC has been cut and fired into oblivion.
The WHO had been defunded by the USA.
The pandemic has been declared a hoax and now its all Obama's fault.
Fox news says take the RED pill like in the Matrix and that the only problem we have is a lockdown by Democrats.

When a virus has an R value of 3 and a third of the country exposes themselves, the rates can only climb. People believe they are bigger than a virus and they would be foolishly RIGHT.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Rapparee
Date: 17 May 20 - 09:54 PM

She would have a hard time with the altitude, start breathing heavily, and we all know what happens next. Right! Someone calls the ambulance and she tests positive and...and...we're never told what she's positive for. Then we go see the lawyer (Taker, Monee, and Runne, Attorneys at Law) and go through that who rigamarole about getting her out of the "Hospital" again.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Bee-dubya-ell
Date: 17 May 20 - 01:59 PM

No! We can't let Mom be pushed upstairs! It's too dangerous! She might have one of her "fainting spells" and fall down the stairs. You know the "spells" I'm talking about, right? The ones that sometimes afflict Mom somewhere between the second and third empty gin bottle.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 17 May 20 - 02:16 AM

Geez. Keep this up and someone will push this thread up above the line. :-)

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Bee-dubya-ell
Date: 16 May 20 - 11:26 PM

Well, since the theme seems to have shifted from dead children to orphaned children....

And I actually sing this one.

EVERY BUSH AND TREE

I was born in old Missouri.
My family they were poor.
My mother's name was Laura
And daddy his name was Joe.

Mama called me to her bedside
Saying, "Son, I've got to go.
But we'll meet again up yonder
Where the parting will be no more."

I hear the soft wind creepin'
Through every bush and tree.
I know my mother's waiting
In her heavenly home for me.

Now, Daddy moved back home to North Fork
And he left us here all alone.
And the sheriff came by one evening
And he took us to an orphan's home.

So come all you orphan children,
Who's left down here below,
We'll go and meet our mothers
Where the parting will be no more.

I hear the soft wind creepin'
Through every bush and tree.
I know my mother's waiting
In her heavenly home for me.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Rapparee
Date: 16 May 20 - 09:50 PM

I'm alone, all alone, my friends all have fled
My father's a drunkard, my mother is dead.
I'm a poor little girl, I wonder and weep
For the voice of my mother to sing me to sleep.
She sleeps on the hill, in a bed made of clay
How cold it did seem to lay mother away.
She's gone with the angels, and none do I see
So dear as the face of my mother to me.

cho: I'm a little lone girl in this cold world so wild,
God look down and pity the drunkard's lone child.
Look down and pity, Oh soon come to me
Take me to dwell with mother and Thee.

We were so happy till father drank rum;
Then aII our sorrows and troubles begun.
Mother grew paler and wept every day;
Baby and I were too hungry to pIay.
SIowIy they faded and one summer night
Found their sweet faces aIl silent and white
And with big tears sIowIy dropping I said,
"Father's a drunkard and mother is dead."

Oh, if some temperance workers could find
Poor wretched father and speak very kind,
If they could stop him from drinking, why then,
I would feel very happy again.
Is it too Iate? Men of temperance, please try,
For poor littIe Bessie will soon starve and die.
All day Iong I've been begging for bread.
Father's a drunkard and mother is dead.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Rapparee
Date: 16 May 20 - 09:48 PM

My father is a drunkard,
My mother, she is dead;
And I am just an orphan child,
No place to lay my head;
All through this world I wander,
They drive me from their door,
Some day I'll find a welcome
On Heaven's golden shore.

Now if to me you'll listen,
I'll tell my story sad;
How drinking rum and gambling
Hell Has stole away my dad;
My mother is in heaven,
Where God and the angels smile;
And now I know she's watching
Her lonely orphan child.

We all were once so happy,
And had a happy home;
Till dad, he went to drinking rum,
And then he gambled some;
He left my darling mother,
She died of a broken heart;
And as I tell my story,
I see your tear-drops start.

Don't weep for me and mother,
although' I know 'tis said;
But try to get someone to cheer
And save my poor lonely dad;
"I'm awful cold and hungry,"
She closed her eyes and sighed;
Then those who heard her story,
Knew the orphan child has died.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Rapparee
Date: 16 May 20 - 09:46 PM

Father, dear Father, come home with me now;
The clock in the steeple strikes one.
You said you were coming right home from the shop,
As soon as your day's work was done.
The fire is all out, the house is all dark,
And Mother's been watching since tea,
With poor little Benny so sick in her arms,
And no one to help her but me.

Chorus: Come home, come home, come home;
Please, Father, dear Father, come home.

Father, dear Father, come home with me now;
The clock in the steeple strikes two.
The night has grown colder and Benny is worse,
But he has been calling for you.
Indeed, he is worse; Ma says he will die,
Perhaps before morning shall dawn,
And this is the message she sent me to bring:
Please, Father, dear Father, come home.

Father, dear Father, come home with me now;
The clock in the steep strikes three.
The house is so lonely, the hours are so long,
For poor weeping Mother and me.
Yes, we are alone; poor Benny is dead
And gone with the angels of light.
And these are the very last words that he said:
"I want to kiss Papa goodnight."

(Chorus)

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Donuel
Date: 16 May 20 - 02:17 PM

I remember how my girl friend Linda found me and was more upset than me. I was more surprised than upset.
2% of medications are vaccines compared with all other drugs.
That may temporarily change soon.
Internet nuts like Jenny McCarthy are so anti vaccine I just didn't want to besmerch vaccines in any way, but rushing to a vaccine is a lesson well learned now.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 16 May 20 - 12:59 PM

Don, I moved your interesting remark about your vaccine experience to the vaccine watch thread.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Bee-dubya-ell
Date: 16 May 20 - 07:03 AM

"Dead Babies" - Alice Cooper

Little Betty ate a pound of aspirin
She got them from the shelf upon the wall
Betty's mommy wasn't there to save her
She didn't hear, hear her little baby call

Dead babies can't take care of themselves
Dead babies can't take things off the shelf
Well, we didn't want you anyway
Lalala-lalalalalala-la

Daddy is an agrophile in Texas
Mommy's on the bar most every night
Little Betty's sleeping in the graveyard
Living there in burgundy and white

Dead babies can't take care of themselves
Dead babies can't take things off the shelf
Well, we didn't love you anyway
Lalala-lalalalalala-la

Goodbye little Betty
Goodbye little Betty
So long little Betty
So long little Betty
Betty, so long

Dead babies can't take care of themselves
Dead babies can't take things off the shelf
Well, we didn't need you anyway
Lalala-lalalalalala-la

Goodbye little Betty

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 16 May 20 - 02:28 AM

Babes in the Wood - that one always got me. The Wicked Mother - is that the one who stabbed her babies and sees their ghosts? Oops - this is becoming a nostalgic music thread.

Subject: RE: MOAB - Mother of All BS [annex]
From: Rapparee
Date: 15 May 20 - 09:02 PM

We Are Seven
By William Wordsworth
———A simple Child,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?

I met a little cottage Girl:
She was eight years old, she said;
Her hair was thick with many a curl
That clustered round her head.

She had a rustic, woodland air,
And she was wildly clad:
Her eyes were fair, and very fair;
—Her beauty made me glad.

“Sisters and brothers, little Maid,
How many may you be?”
“How many? Seven in all,” she said,
And wondering looked at me.

“And where are they? I pray you tell.”
She answered, “Seven are we;
And two of us at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea.

“Two of us in the church-yard lie,
My sister and my brother;
And, in the church-yard cottage, I
Dwell near them with my mother.”

“You say that two at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea,
Yet ye are seven! I pray you tell,
Sweet Maid, how this may be.”

Then did the little Maid reply,
“Seven boys and girls are we;
Two of us in the church-yard lie,
Beneath the church-yard tree.”

“You run about, my little Maid,
Your limbs they are alive;
If two are in the church-yard laid,
Then ye are only five.”

“Their graves are green, they may be seen,”
The little Maid replied,
“Twelve steps or more from my mother’s door,
And they are side by side.

“My stockings there I often knit,
My kerchief there I hem;
And there upon the ground I sit,
And sing a song to them.

“And often after sun-set, Sir,
When it is light and fair,
I take my little porringer,
And eat my supper there.

“The first that died was sister Jane;
In bed she moaning lay,
Till God released her of her pain;
And then she went away.

“So in the church-yard she was laid;
And, when the grass was dry,
Together round her grave we played,
My brother John and I.

“And when the ground was white with snow,
And I could run and slide,
My brother John was forced to go,
And he lies by her side.”

“How many are you, then,” said I,
“If they two are in heaven?”
Quick was the little Maid’s reply,
“O Master! we are seven.”

“But they are dead; those two are dead!
Their spirits are in heaven!”
’Twas throwing words away; for still
The little Maid would have her will,
And said, “Nay, we are seven!”