Let’s Play Mad Libs

Can Donald Trump overcome his prejudice?

This is easy…..

@Patricia Kayden:

Or their own.

I need to stretch it:

Can Mike Pence Overcome His Prejudice?
(over this photo)

Can Donald Trump overcome his sociopathy?

@Jim, Foolish Literalist: It’s a bit inside baseball, but David Duke owns and is inordinately proud of a full set of vintage Mark Cross luggage (including the increasingly rare steamer trunk). Scalise has some cheap bags he picked up at Sam’s Club. It all makes sense now, don’t it?

May Allah have mercy on their souls. My outrage meter is broken and sufi/bhakti music is like a balm for my soul.
Allah Hi Reham, Schlemazel used to love this number from My Name is Khan, sung by Ustad Rashid Khan, perhaps the best living practitioner of Hindustani classical music
* Allah is Mercy
Ustad== Honorific which means maestro, expert

@JGabriel: He doesn’t need to. Deplorables love him and that’s all that matters.

I think Ilhan Omar is a Real American, dammitall. And if I ever run into her in an airport or something, or next time I’m a tourist in the Capitol building, I’ll tell her, probably with tears in my eyes. Even though I have some big problems with how she’s expressed some things.

Not sure if that is completing whatever, but those thoughts have been running through my mind when I see her viciously and unfairly attacked in the wingjutosphere.

Edit: I should write her office a note of support.

A bit weird that today’s NYC blackout is on the anniversary of 1977 July 13-14. I briefly saw today’s attributed to fire in a manhole.

Maybe a little music can help.

@Aleta:

A bit weird that today’s NYC blackout is on the anniversary of 1977 July 13-14. I briefly saw today’s attributed to fire in a manhole.

SOME of us (hint, hint, *ME*) remember the ORIGINAL AND BEST NYC blackout on November 9, 1965. I’ve told my story here, previously.

@SiubhanDuinne: It was actually rhetorical. (I knew the answer.)

@SiubhanDuinne: What? The ’77 blackout was some knockoff blackout imposter?

@SiubhanDuinne: That was the whole Eastern Seaboard, no? It included Toronto. As the eldest, I had just turned eleven, I was sent out to the car to turn the key(!) and get the latest report. I don’t recall much except that I felt so grown up for being included in the adult disaster management.

@mrmoshpotato:

Cheap wannabe faux blackout.

@SiubhanDuinne: Sure, blame the Canadians. Why do you hate Canada?

Can WSJ wipple stop being Becky’s?

Be the change that you want to see in the World.

Optimus Prime.

@🐾BillinGlendaleCA:

Why ever not?

@Aleta:

“Fire in a manhole.” I was in the car when I heard that, and for some reason I immediately flashed back to the old Marvel comics of my childhood, when the Fantastic Four, the X-Men and various supervillains tore up shit brawling all over Manhattan.

@Jay:

Oh, well, Dacron OH (h/t National Lampoon Yearbook).

@SiubhanDuinne

You’re not alone.

We had to stumble about in the dark – uphill both ways!

;)

@SiubhanDuinne: good for you! I looked and, yes, it started in Ontario.

@chris:

Akron, Ohio isn’t in Canada.

@chris:

Binder dundat.

Only place I havn’t been is Kulane’s Headless Valley and Apposcoticat.

@SiubhanDuinne: Hey! I was born in “Dakron”!! When will you get over your prejudice about Akron – (former) Rubber Capital of the World!!!

I left in 69 and only went back three times to visit my parents. One visit the airline crew stated they had spent a year, one night, in Canton / Akron. Some years later I got an announcement for the highschool reunion with the rejoinder to attend because “remember what happened in ’87!” I had no idea what happened in 87 but somebody probably ate the rental fee at the Turkeyfoot Lake Recreation Center. (Don’t laugh. It’s rude.)

@SiubhanDuinne: I guess I need (WANt) that story again sometime.

Redacted.

Scott Lincicome @ scottlincicome
Seriously, bravo to the script-writers for putting Mayor Bill in Iowa preaching the Green New Deal hours before there’s a massive blackout in Manhattan. It’s almost too good.

@Aleta:

Long story short: My husband and I had moved from Atlanta to NYC (Flushing, Qns) in late October 1965. I had a job at Union Carbide, he worked for an IBM subsidiary. Both offices were in midtown Manhattan, maybe 10-12 blocks from each other.

When the blackout hit, shortly after 5:00 p.m., I actually could see out the window of my 40th-floor office in the Union Carbide building the lights going off all over southern Manhattan, before the outage hit my building a minute or two later.

UC had some kind of backup generator that provided light on the emergency stair exit — of course, the elevators didn’t operate — so I walked down the 40 flights. I had signed up a few days earlier to be part of a corporate musical theatre group, and we were actually scheduled to rehearse that night, so I eventually made my way to the meeting/rehearsal room. One of the group’s officials invited me and a few others to her apartment, which was in walking distance, so we all went there for several hours and tried to make phone calls by candlelight.

Toward 11:00 p.m. or so, I decided to take my chances on the streets, as no subways operating. Ended up hitching a ride to Flushing. Stupid to take the chance — I was 23, and cute, and it was 1965 — but in the event there were no problems. I got to our apartment some time after midnight; I think Ken rolled in around 3:00 or 4:00 a.m. We had played Box and Cox for several hours, as it turned out, which is a whole nother story.

The end.

@Martin:

I was in Philly and I was 11 and I remember all of those things.

Except it was my neighbor Avery who got Atari.

I got mom’s hand-sewn festive Christmas vest. (may have gotten the Guns of Navarone set that year as well)

@SiubhanDuinne: That one was a classic, extending far and wide, clear to New Haven. I did my homework by the fire as we waited for my father to return from New York.

@SiubhanDuinne:

In the New Years Day storm, my fishing buddy and I “rescued” a young woman, inappropriately dressed, who had put her Dad’s Range Rover into a 4 foot snowbank.

We are not all assholes, even though ancedotal evidence suggests otherwise.

@SiubhanDuinne: Thanks. The lights in windows going off in the building just before yours…that would be something to see. What did you do at Union Carbide?

@Aleta:

I was a secretary in the Fibers & Fabrics Division. “It’s not fake anything. It’s real Dynel.” The advertising slogan for a huge ad campaign that ranged from faux fur coats to wigs and hair switches.

One of the nice perks of the job was getting heavily discounted, or even free, clothes and wigs/wiglets. All we had to do was report to the advertising director — a formidable lady named Mary Lou Hannigan — and give her a quick thumbs up or down on how we liked a particular product.

I furnished a great deal of my newlyweds’ apartment with laminated fabric I got for free. And I had an an amazing wardrobe, too.

@Martin: Daaaaamn, you got an Atari for Christmas 1977? That would have been the original Sunnyvale heavy-sixer model, a pricey beast. The game library wasn’t large yet, but it was so far ahead of anything else available at the time.

I think we got ours for Christmas 1980, after Space Invaders came out.

@mrmoshpotato: Landing the Space Invaders license was the greatest thing that ever happened to Atari–it was a monster hit for Taito in the arcades, and meanwhile Atari’s console hadn’t been selling that well. Space Invaders moved millions of them.

Getting it to work on the Atari involved stretching the thing’s capabilities far beyond anything it had actually been designed to do, though of course once programmers figured out a trick it would show up in lots of subsequent games, and they eventually got much more elaborate than that.

@mrmoshpotato: It’s amazing how primitive it really was. It had 128 bytes of RAM. Games like Video Olympics and Combat were what it was really designed to play: a couple of objects representing the players, maybe a ball or a little projectile or two, and a simple blocky playfield that was symmetrical. Anything beyond that involved the programmers pulling insane precisely-timed sleight-of-hand tricks to shuffle bits around while the electron beam was zipping across the TV screen, so that one object could become a whole army of space invaders or the playfield could change halfway across the screen.

@NotMax: :)

@Dan B:

One visit the airline crew stated they had spent a year, one night, in Canton / Akron.

Lived in the Columbus area for 11 yrs. I’ve heard that joke told about every city in OH. And by the way, it’s a true story.

@Patricia Kayden: She didn’t make a gaffe about Israel. She made a non-centrist remark which sent the House leadership to the fainting couch. They tried to shut her up but we’re backed down by a groundswell from voters. The House leadership has not spent the time since then covering themselves in glory.

Answering the WSJ question:

No. Omar had to flee a homeland where people were dehumanized and had to live in a refugee camp. She will never overcome her prejudice against dehumanizing others, nor her prejudice in favor of people fleeing danger and oppression.

@Martin: Elvis died.