Hard to believe it’s been over 40 years since I first heard these guys making the daffiest psychic predictions ever, but here they are, still fresh as ever, getting Cate Blanchett to rock out to them in Pee-Wee Herman style:
Yeah, tell me this isn’t gonna be YOUR latest earworm, too.
An economist thinks there’s a good chance that it could. CBC has the interview:
An excess-profit tax could fix a lot of problems, besides discouraging grocery gouging (which I’ve dealt with here before). It could help us get universal dental care, eye care, and pharmacare — and as someone in need of all three, I’d be more than happy to see the grocery profiteers finally pay their fair share. They’ve gotten away with ripping us off since shortly after the pandemic began. Enough fucking is fucking enough. Time for the feds to get involved, and for us all to get the grocery greedheads off our necks.
What? A personalized cure for cancer? One that uses the immune system, rather than drugs or chemo, to fight the disease? One that’s as simple as a shot in the arm? And the technology for it already exists, and has been helping to prevent COVID deaths, too? Yup. And all that’s needed are the volunteers for the clinical trials.
The History Guy gets all topical on us with a short-but-great overview of the many ways balloons have unleashed panic on the ground, ever since they were first launched in the 1700s. Balloons have been an often-overlooked weapon of war, as well as a secret tool of espionage, but some of the weirdest panics have revolved around, of all things, weather balloons. Which are launched by the thousands around the world every day, and most of which come down as uneventfully as they went up, dropping valuable information to scientists as they go. But every so often, there’s that one oddball that gets too high up, runs off with the jet stream, interferes with regular commercial flights, and needs to be brought down…or SHOT down, as the case may be. That last should happen where there’s no one around to be hit by falling debris, as was the case with the alleged Chinese spy balloon recently downed off the east coast of the United States.
Balloons have much to teach us about everything from the upper reaches of the atmosphere to the dirt under our feet, but some of the most valuable lessons keep getting missed…including those about the futility of war, the folly of secrecy, and the value of transparency. Not to mention the stupidity of getting oneself all worked up over a flying object that’s really nothing new under the sun.
…and THIS one, it turns out, really can’t be denied:
While the drag-queen denial is hilarious, and points up the entire Repugnican party’s hypocrisy when it comes to which LGBT+ folks are “groomers” and which ones are somehow NOT, the other denial here — the one that really matters — is the one where he pretends he wasn’t “Anthony Devolder”. You know, the guy who scammed a disabled, homeless veteran whose beloved service dog eventually died of an abdominal cancer that could have been treated if the money he raised had actually gone somewhere other than his own pocket. THAT denial is simply despicable. And cruel.
And proof, in case anyone still needed it, that the Repug party — and not the drag community — is rife with conscienceless, grifting sociopaths who have no problem preying on the helpless and the vulnerable.
Hooboy! Strap yourselves in for this one, folks, because it’s a ride. David Doel has the dirty deets, and they weren’t done dirt cheap:
And the best part is, it was all exposed by Crowdy’s fellow right-wing crapagandroids. And by his own big, dumb, greedy self. Who blabbed, incidentally, that YouTube had demonetized him for his hateful content! Which puts the lie to the whole notion of him being just a little ol’ independent creator who got big on his own virtues and merits, since he’s been heavily subsidized by “Big Con”, and they in turn made him a multimillionaire. For talking hate and other dumb shit. And that’s how he became so spoiled.
And now, all that illusory success is about to get flushed down the toilet because Crowdy got too greedy even for the greedheads themselves. You love to see it.
A commenter on the video above pointed out that they hadn’t seen Crowdy look this scared since Sam Seder’s face cropped up on a Zoom call, facilitated by Ethan Klein. BTW, here’s Sam himself, along with Emma Vigeland, discussing this before the big reveal on the Daily Wire’s part:
You also love to see Sam clowning on Cold Feet Crowder all over again.
How many lies has George Santos told? And is George Santos even his real name? Farron Cousins has unearthed some old video, and it’s equal parts revealing and, well, NOT:
Wow, does that ever take me back. How many moons has it been since “#WalkAway” was even a thing? For that matter: Was it ever a thing? Did they ever convert anybody who wasn’t already a fellow fascist grifter? How much were these astroturfers all paid for that shrivelled remnant of their souls? And why did Brandon Straka get off so lightly for his part in the January 6 terrorist assault on the US Capitol?
So many questions, and I’m not holding my breath for answers.
Oddly, though, this video might lend some credence (however little) to Santos’s disputed claim to being gay, since this was at a “Walk Away LGBT” event. Which no doubt explains the presence of another well-known liar and self-disrespecter, Blaire White, on the panel. (She’s the one who’s constantly fiddling with her very unconvincing wig.)
On the other hand, since George/Anthony/whoever-he-is can’t even seem to keep his own name straight (pun intended), who really knows? And as Farron says, without a long-form birth certificate — from Brazil! — confirming his exact identity, can we ever be sure of anything he says? Even by the lax standards of politicians in general, and the infinitesimal standards of the US far right in particular, he’s egregious.
At this rate, I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if the man claimed to be a long-lost descendant of the house of Münchhausen. Hey, why not? He’s lied about pretty much everything else in his past.
But there is some hope that his lies will finally catch up with him enough to make his career as an elected official a short one, because it appears that he has also broken campaign finance laws. Ironically, in the arch-capitalist world of US politics, it’s quite legal to lie about your name, your résumé, and your personal life, and quite illegal to lie about how you got your money. Especially if, as looks to be the case, a good chunk of it came from Russian oligarchs. That little detail could render Spurious George’s election null and void.
Just like his whole identity already is.
PS: Oh God, it’s even worse. Not only did he lie about his name, but he USED THAT FAKE NAME TO ROB A DISABLED VETERAN:
There really is no bottom to this man’s barrel, is there?
In case you haven’t yet had a chance to laugh your ass off at Nick Adams, self-styled “Alpha Male”, here’s your chance to see the barely sentient doughball behind all those tweets about Hooters, and hear him squeak:
Some may think he’s doing comedy, but I’d say that with that grandpa bod — er, stellar Alpha Male™ physique, there’s a good chance that he’s at least quite serious about all the artery-clogging trash he eats.
And if he’s really that offended by a bag of candy with female mascots on it, I have a little suggestion as to what kind of candy Nick may want to eat in future.
…and it’s even lamer than the original, if such things are possible:
Meanwhile, the COVID-addled presidunce they’re trying to restore to power is mooching around in Florida, not even giving a shit about the ruined democracy he left behind.
Remind you of anyone?
PS: Beau of the Fifth Column is definitely reminded of someone. Several somebodies, in fact.
And yes, I am too.
If you ever wondered whether a wormy apple falls far from a rotten tree (or even just what kind of person spells their daughter’s name Ashli), watch this and wonder no more:
Yup. Looks like Daughter Dearest inherited the entitled Karen gene from her mom. And now, both of them will be remembered as criminals.
Sure must suck to be them.
