TREMBLE IN FEAR WHEN THE SCARECROW STEPS INTO THE RING
OH MY GOD
The Scarecrow: How dare you little jabroni come on The Scarecrow’s show and not even have the class to introduce yourself? What is your name? Nightwing: I told yo- The Scarecrow: IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOUR NAME IS! WHY DON’T YOU TAKE YOUR ROODY-POO BATONS, TURN THAT SUMBITCH SIDEWAYS, AND STICK IT STRAIGHT UP YOUR CANDY ASS!! IF YOU SMEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLL!! WHAT THE SCARECROW IS COOKING.
Well, putting it that way makes it sound kinda badass pagan. Really just my (athiest/heritage-Christian) friend and (ditto) I had gotten in the habit of shooting skeet on weekends, and we got a beer afterwards.
The most-enthusiastic Trump backers began arriving at the stadium at
dawn, hoping to get a spot close to the stage. The first in line were
Keith Quackenbush, 54, and Bill Hart, 46, co-workers at a retail giant
in Pensacola, Fla.
“I’m telling you, everyone who is a worker at
our store, they’re excited about Trump,” Quackenbush said. “I don’t care
what race or gender, whatever age — they love Trump. This is a
movement.”
– – –
But none have put on a show like Trump. Friday night resembled
something between a Lynyrd Skynyrd concert and the Daytona 500. People
came to see a celebrity, Trump, but also to hear his fiery call to
revolutionize the nation’s politics. Many attendees said they had never
attended a presidential campaign event.
Cheryl
Burns, 60, was on a road trip from California when she heard that Trump
would be in Alabama. She turned her car around and got in line, warning
people of what happened to states when liberals took them over.
“There
is no more California,” Burns said. “It’s now international, lawless
territory. Everything is up for grabs. Illegal aliens are murdering
people there. People are being raped. Trump isn’t lying about anything —
the rest of the country just hasn’t found out yet.”
As the sun
began to set, the sweaty throngs in the stadium snapped their heads
toward the sky as the roar of a jet engine pierced the air. Here it was,
gliding toward them above the Friday night lights: a gleaming Boeing
757 with “T-R-U-M-P” stretched across its navy blue body, circling twice
and dipping its wing toward the sloped stadium bleachers.
The
crowd roared its approval to Trump as his jet tilted away to land at a
nearby airport. Minutes later, he was whisked in a caravan of SUVs past
sleepy neighborhoods and the shipyard-lined coast of the Deep South to
the surreal political festival.
“This is
history happening right before our eyes,” said Laura Teague of Mobile,
one of the few black attendees at the rally. “I’m going to help Trump
make history.”
March 13 - The Tyrant is now at Lyon. Fear and Terror seized all at his appearance.
So for those of you who don’t have those kinds of acquaintances in your social media feeds, Burning Man is going on right now.
And the news is, this year the Black Rock Desert, the location chosen for the festival specifically for its inability to support any kind of life, has been afflicted by giant swarms of multiple kinds of smelly, biting insects.
That was the news two days ago at least. The news I’m hearing from my Burner friends today is that the festival is now afflicted by giant swarms of rodents and bats, come to eat the bugs.
Burning Man is being scourged by biblical plagues.
If you live in So Cal and have never listened to this bad ass talk about classical music when it’s late at night and you’re buzzed, you really fucking need to.
For the rest of you in the country, don’t worry. There’s an app.
KUSC is amazing. Even when in 6th grade we were tasked to listen to an hour of classical a week for some assignment, it was like meh. Because (& prolly because ad stations only exist to gather an audience) it was just sedate background music for dental waiting rooms and “classy” stores.
KUSC really shows off how much awesome, vital, powerful stuff there’s been over the centuries. Plus the DJs will usually say something interesting on the intro, the outro, or both, that really does enhance your appreciation of the piece. That is when they’re not dropping dry-as-hell humor bombs.
Holy shit are you hearing this? The smooth nighttime show was playing Mario Castelnuovo-Tedesco‘s Guitar Concerto #1 in D, and then it was like okay settle down with some Tchaikovsky Sleeping Beauty, but then BAM, Robert Schumann’s Piano Concerto in A and then Gaspar Sanz’s Canarios, this is the most raging dreamtime mix I’ve ever heard
