Cold
Day In Hell
Today Rush Limbaugh died and the Trump
Plaza and Casino was demolished. Both
were cancers on this society.
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We here in North Texas are a week into
the attack of the polar vortex and,
so
far, the damage here at Casa Zurdo
is one frozen cold water tap
(thawed) one frozen hot water line (thawed) and one busted washing machine
hose.
I stocked
up on vittles a full week before the
thing hit so I've been snug and warm
in my little studio, and the internet
has been fast and efficient, and I've
just cursed myself by even talking
about this so
I should be losing power and water
and probably several patches of tongue-skin
soon from licking flagpoles for sustenance.
Lame attempt at levity aside, I am,
without doubt, FAR fortunate beyond
anything
I
deserve
to have skated through this cold event
unscathed. But
this I know... there is another polar vortex in this country's future and it
could be much worse than this one. All Texans who do not begin preparing now
are whistling
past the graveyard.
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It's a pretty big "Fuck you!" to
Trump to have Dr. Fauci win a million-dollar
award for defending science during
the pandemic.
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I heard that about one-third of U.S. troops who have
been offered a Covid vaccine have declined the inoculation.
Might as well buy them tickets to Washington now for
the next insurrection.
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Because no one asked I'm going to tell
you how to have the best football team
in the N-Fucking-L.
As an owner I'd spend all the big money
on the offensive and defensive lines.
Not the
quarterback,
not the receivers, and definitely not
the running back.
With a honkin' massive and talented
offensive line even a mediocre quarterback
could stand around all day and wait
for mediocre receivers to get open.
They'd open big holes for the running
back, too.
A death-dealing front four, five or
seven on the defense would bottle up
runners and also harry the quarterback
into making mistakes. Like rushed throws
that become interceptions, or fumbles.
So what if the corners and safeties
consist of Larry, Moe and Curly. If
the opposing quarterback has no time
to set up and throw a long one they
could be back there building
box-girder bridges or learning to play the bassoon.
Yeah, I'm a fucking genius. Somebody
give me lots of money.
=Lefty=
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