JFSNMAR10
@jfsnmar10
Essayist, db arch, SysEng, SysML, artist, musician, INCOSE, USNI and very much alive here in the Two-One-Five. Third Normal Form on Substack:
Maybe he just got tired of having to give his mama a big, fat wet kiss before bed every night. Donnie! Whose yer mama? Whose yer mama?
This evil federal employee may be gone but I am more worried about not having heard from the Director of National Intelligence, Tulsi Gabbard, in months. She is up to no good and I fear the end result will be election interference.
Pay attention to the creative drumming of Roger Hawkins on this Muscle Shoals Pickett track. Especially the reverse cleanup on the high hat which was unheard of in 1966.
Surely, an eighth-generation Texan can raise enough campaign money from Texans to stop spamming people in other states - like me- slobbering, splooging and begging for money in such a pathetic manner.
Let's see what really happens at 8:00 PM Thursday and let us not be surprised to have regular programming interrupted for this 'breaking news'. Somebody will get to them.
What a joke. It will take a year to grease all the 'sunny palms' that will come forward to ensure that facilities still being constructed during this fake moratorium receive the beneficial occupancy permits right on time: one year from now. Keep building boys! We'll keep the dough flowing!
And while this display of national bonding even in the face of defeat is taking place, the learning-disabled fat kid from Queens, accidentally sitting in the president's chair, is still fuming about his Don Corleone 'Red Card' power play leaving him with glitter bomb all over his fat, face.
The doctors are Walter Reed are probably pumping him full of loop diuretics trying to offset his refusal to fluid limit in the face of high risk. Same story; different day. And, he will have aced his cognitive decline test, too. Fear the Islamic Nation of Japan, I say to you!!
The learning-disabled fat kid from Queens can only dream of someone actually being infatuated with him.
They are attracted to the learning-disabled fat kid from Queens who rose to be one of the star athletes of his generation that grew up in that Potemkin Village residing in his head.
Remember when we used to spend a lot of time looking for 'easter eggs' hidden in Microsoft's operating system software updates? Just sayin'.
The man needs to be able to state he is giving up his seat in order for that process to take place. Throughout history, few vegetables have ever let themselves be caught talking.
Trump's oddly-forward stance is made possible by his giant pant-loads moving his center of gravity and serving as a counterbalance to his sagging stomach. Don't change that 'deep' folks, until he gets off the plane!
Did Platner honestly believe he could evade the subterranean opposition research forces furiously at work saving the Senate seat of a GOP useful idiot such as Collins? Really?
Baby Huey should go read just one book: the Actuarial Tables for an obese, eighty-year old man with swollen ankles, purpura outbreaks and stop with the "I will live forever!" delusion.
Question to bank robber Willie Sutton: "Why do you rob banks?" "That's where the money is.", he answers.
Ummm, let's see this shaky, weak case make it to a guilty verdict first- which will not happen. He will still face some UCMJ charges for protesting in uniform but that won't kill off his benefits.
I've had a blessed life weeing a t.v. set arrive at our house for the first time, then watching humans touching another planet for the first time. May we all gather at tv sets again to watch the first ex-president frog-marched from the White House by US Marshals to a waiting van- the first time.
This guy is a college professor/academic who was thrust into the top executive position at Palantir because the founder of the company wasn't able to turn a dime of profit for twenty years. Well, this poor man had no idea how to turn a dime and still doesn't.
Looks like Little Marco Rubio, the American anchor-baby of non-US citizen Cubans, is safe at last from having a burlap sack pulled over his head and being taken to a vacant, failed datacenter to await his deportation to some country he has never been to. You cannah be in the show, Leetle Marco....
All the modern oligarchs are following the storyline in that awful book, 'Atlas Shrugged', and heading for their personal 'Galt's Gulch' abroad before the proletariat begins following the limousines home. Pitchfork sales are rising.