And what better way to celebrate the Winter Solstice than with a bit of good news?
Yes, that’s right. Even getting a chunk of her lung removed to halt an early-stage cancer can’t stop the Notorious RBG. Even in the darkest of times, both for her personally and the world politically, this lady is determined to bring back the light, even if she has to haul it in from the rails of her hospital bed.
And there isn’t anything more Yule-worthy than that.
Ah yes. Remember that special 800 number you can call to “thank President Trump”? Well, Farron Cousins of Ring of Fire fame did just that. And hooboy, did HE get an earful:
Yes, that’s right. It wasn’t about thanking Donnie for all his (nonexistent) achievements on behalf of the United States of Amnesia. It’s actually a data-mining honeypot where you get hit up for contributions (which you can also make on a dedicated website, which will definitely mine your data). Campaign contributions, apparently, for the next US election, which is over a year away. Or maybe contributions to Donnie’s legal fund, because he’s going to have to pay his lawyers somehow, and nobody wants to work for him…least of all pro bono. (Remember Mikey Cohen? Yeah, he’s in the jailhouse now.)
Anyhow. It looks like Farron’s not the only one who had fun with this phone number:
I took the liberty of starting it at 5 minutes in, when Ana gets frisky.
Obviously, she DIDN’T leave that message for reals on the machine, which wouldn’t have let her, because it loses no time making a pitch for the $$$. But wouldn’t it be lovely if she did?
BTW, that number is still open, so call and don’t forget to “thank” Donnie. Be creative! Thank him for nothing. Thank him for all the laughs his fake tan and silly hairdo provide. Thank him in fluent Russian. Thank him for not grabbing your pussy! Just don’t thank him with your wallet, ‘kay?
Or at least, his weird coping mechanisms for dealing with male-pattern baldness? It sure looks that way to me:
Apparently, Sam Seder and his crew think the same.
In my unhumbled and not so unpopular opinion, bald (or balding) guys who honestly own their lack of hair are far more attractive and appealing than those who try this desperately to fake what they haven’t got. Hell, my late dad had male-pattern baldness, and it was a glad day in our household when he quit combing over and just shaved his head. Bald isn’t bad! Straight women would rather have an honestly bald guy than one who pretends to be hairier than he is. And no wonder: Who wants to run her hands over a shitload of gooey fake-hair spray? Or be ordered to refrain from touching the world’s most unconvincing comb-over?
Not, I hasten to add, that anyone wants to touch Skeevy Stevie or Dirty Donnie. That would be disgusting even without the hairspray and the schwoop.
Here’s one honestly bald guy whom I like a lot, throwing that stone:
And here’s David Hogg’s view of the matter:
Perfect.
Juan Ayala, a.k.a. Plátano Man, relives the moment when he caught a “crazy” racist being “crazy” (i.e., racist) on a New York city subway train car full of Asians. Ayala was later caught on video by somebody else, taking the woman down and holding her until the train reached its next stop, where the cops could make an arrest.
It’s pretty clear that nobody wanted a fight (except, of course, the racist, who makes a point of tying her hair back to get it out of the way so she can get physical). Everybody was just on their way to work or school, minding their own business, until this happened. Nobody wanted to play the hero, but — as Plátano Man says, shout-out to the guy in the brown leather jacket, who tried to interpose himself between the racist woman and her target (Michelle Tung, 24), so nobody got hurt.
And if you’re wondering why everybody was basically just hanging around and not piling onto the “crazy” racist: It’s because at first, everyone probably thought she was just another mentally ill person, freaking out on the subway. Happens in New York all the time, or at least, often enough that people let it go and try not to make anything of it. They tend to just let the freak-out pass, as freak-outs typically do.
But this woman was making all kinds of clear aggressive gestures that have nothing to do with mental illness — tying her hair back was a dead giveaway that she was acting with malicious intent, looking to start a fight and then blame the victim when the latter fought back. As was rummaging in her bag for a can of mace. And in fact, she is a repeat offender on that front:
According to court records, Lushchinskaya was charged after allegedly pepper-spraying a man on the train on June 28. That man told the Daily News he and others on the train, soon filled with a cloud of the noxious spray that attacks mucous membranes in the eyes, nose, throat, and lungs, terrified, thought it was a terror attack.
In the June case, Lushchinskaya was charged with two counts of misdemeanor assault. She was also then given a Legal Aid lawyer and was released on her own recognizance, in other words, she walked out of jail sans bail. She apparently did not show up for a fall court date and in November a warrant was issued for her arrest. When she did appear in court on Nov. 16, she was again released without posting any bail. She had a court date on Dec. 13, the same day of the D train incident and on the June case, was again ROR’d. But court records appear to show that both cases have now been combined and in total, she is facing 10 charges with several counts each of menacing and harassment.
And the Gothamist reports on that earlier incident:
Another alleged victim, who asked not to be named out of fear of being attacked again, said she had exited the R train at the 4th Avenue/9th Street station this past Monday morning, and was transferring to the F when she walked by a woman she now says was 40-year-old Anna Lushchinskaya.
“As I was passing her she stuck her arm out and like, side punched me with her keys in her knuckles,” the passenger said. “I stumbled, caught myself, kept walking and turned around because she was screaming at me to leave her alone. She called me a ‘psycho bitch,’ and I still had my headphones on so I couldn’t completely catch what she said because I was so taken off guard.”
Charming bit of projection there on the part of our racist subway serial assailant, no?
Oh, and here’s the best part of the whole story, from Heavy again:
She has a Legal Aid lawyer, Jacob Bradley Rolls. She is due back in court Jan. 22, 2019. Legal Aid is provided to the indigent, people who are poor or otherwise cannot afford a lawyer. Lushchinskaya is a lawyer who reportedly earns $110,000 a year.
“The Legal Aid Society exists for one simple yet powerful reason: to ensure that no New Yorker is denied their right to equal justice because of poverty,” the website says.
She carries Louis Vuitton, as can be clearly seen in the video. Her address is listed as 2940 W. 33 Street, feet from the Atlantic Ocean sandwiched between Seagate and Coney Island, known as O’Dwyer Gardens. A building owned by the New York City Housing Authority; public housing.
So, our charming subway racist is using a public-assistance lawyer and living in public-assistance housing, even though she is herself a lawyer, a member of the New York Bar Association as of 2005, and makes $110,000 US a year.
She’s rich enough to schlepp a Louis Vuitton bag (which you can tell even at a distance by the distinctive print on the material) full of mace and other assorted things which could double as improvised weapons (and no doubt have done so in the past).
She’s mentally competent enough to prepare for an anticipated fight with a younger and smaller woman.
She’s mentally competent enough to work, and could probably represent herself in court, but she’s using a Legal Aid attorney who could otherwise be helping someone in far greater need.
She’s also well-off enough to afford non-social housing, even in the ghastly-overpriced New York housing market, but she’s living in social housing, taking a unit away from an impoverished family that needs it.
But there she is, trying to play the victim, screaming “you won’t even let me hit her back”, when the woman she’s trying to assault didn’t hit her in the first place.
In short, a more obvious case of white privilege you could hardly hope to find.
And this is why the US of Amnesia can’t have nice things, like safe public schools where kids don’t get shot and killed:
It’s because the NRA and its adherent gunhuggers, gunhumpers, gunwanks and conspiracy kooks think that the best way to advance their cause is to shoot shit up and send bomb threats to schools. On the anniversary of one of the worst mass shootings in recent history, no less. And the same happened at Columbine in Colorado, too.
But hey! Maria Butina at least is behind bars, and any other Russian “influencers” like her are sleeping that much less easily tonight. And David Hogg is sending thoughts and prayers, not to the schools (which, like him, have had their fill of THAT shit), but to the NRA. Because they’re deep in the financial hole. Which I’m sure had NOTHING to do with all this.
And I’m sure this latest round of threats has nothing to do with all that, either.
It’s now a known fact (and a matter of legal record) that Donnie had Michael Cohen pay off at least two of his former mistresses. And this while his party leadership and presidential campaigns were under way. These payments alone should have gotten him drummed out of consideration for the job, but the Repugs decided to keep him on because he was “good for them”. How someone who shits all over everything can be good for anything is beyond me, but that’s the way they think.
And that’s why they ALL must go.
…and lets it all hang out, along with his shirttails:
He’s just one ugly polo shirt and one pair of khakis away from being a peebee. (And maybe one six-pack of Molson muscle, too.)
This guy is the living embodiment of every comments-section troll ever. He’s also the embodiment of every sad wank-sock. But most of all, he’s the embodiment of a Weird Al Yankovic song. Guess which…
All the trigger warnings, folks, this is recorded and transcribed torture and murder we’re talking about, not to mention dismemberment. There are no real surprises here, but still, it’s horrific:
And if you thought that transcript (the small snippet the Turks read) was awful, get a load of who is Mohammed Bone Saw’s bestie, and what bons mots he had for him:
After the killing, Kushner “became the prince’s most important defender inside the White House,” the Times reported.
The White House acknowledged one call after the slaying. On Oct. 10, Kushner and national security adviser John Bolton spoke with the prince and encouraged the Saudis to be “transparent in the investigation process,” White House spokeswoman Sarah Sanders said in a statement.
But the Times reported that Kushner’s informal talks with Mohammed continued. Citing an unnamed Saudi source, the paper said, “Kushner has offered the crown prince advice about how to weather the storm, urging him to resolve his conflicts around the region and avoid further embarrassments.”
In October, CNN reported that Kushner’s private chats with the prince were causing concern among national security officials who “worried off-the-books conversations with the young prince could lead to misunderstandings or worse.”
CNN also reported that Kushner and Mohammed often sent each other texts via WhatsApp.
“Misunderstandings or worse”?
No, there’s no “misunderstanding” here. And really, what could be worse than a cozy relationship between an unelected preppie slumlord and a tyrant-in-training? Unless it’s a cozy relationship where the unelected preppie slumlord gives the tyrant-in-training advice on how to coat his reputation in metaphorical teflon.
A pity for the tyrant that no one — not even the notoriously sycophantic major media — is falling for it anymore.
