He's just going to keep travelling the country and insisting he's still president to crowds of angry white racists who haven't read a single true thing in the last decade, until the whole mass of them form a pulsing mass of rage meat and pulsing veins.
And we're all going to be scolded by putty-brained nationally syndicated op-ed writers for creating division in the country for not getting out of our bubble to see their side, which is that Joe Biden is a replicant gay pedophile Jewish sex robot who harvests their organs.
At a certain point we are just going to have to insist that people exist in reality, and insist that comfortable enablers stop creating conditions that make it easy for them to go on not existing in reality.
I regret using the word “pulsing” twice in the original tweet. Unforgivable sloppiness.
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The Sunday barbecue’s a tradition at the Neon: Brothers Brock and Jack light the two massive cookers and bring the meat out of the deep freeze.
One barrel they crowd with weenies and patties, the other they load with ribs and beef tips and brisket.
The residents of Checkertown gather to smell the meat cooking: kids first—some of them urchins damp with filth, others well-scrubbed and accompanied by parents—and then other dwellers from Domino City ...
... : workers from Slanty’s or scavengers from the blasted factories, cloaked in the sweat and the stench of the day’s work, a pimp or two along the margin, strutting with his girls, girls without their pimps, even the gangsters or the occasional shiny-suit boss ...
THE SHAWSHANK REDEMPTION is, in my opinion, very good. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️½
It's a pretty unhip movie to love these days (is my completely subjective sense) and it is almost mechanically formulaic and utterly square in the sort of way I usually associate with much older movies; but I can't bring myself to complain when it all works so damn well.
I got to show it to my kids—who knew nothing about it—and the thing I forgot is how well the execution of the conclusion is and also how what an amazing job the film (as opposed to all the marketing) does, both setting it up and also never leading you to expect it.
Jogging away, Julius thinks—You should have asked him his name. Do it soon—next time you visit. Tomorrow morning. Maybe tonight?
The priest’s finally left the Wales after long hours sitting in the common room, waiting without luck for another glimpse.
It’s starting to feel more like addiction than compulsion, more like greed than desire. And with it, of course, comes the shame. People who count on him have gone without assistance, and gone without knowing why, to boot.
Father Julius’s purported “miracle,” on the other hand … that’s one reason some people believed he was a holy man, or maybe even a real priest, despite his deviations from expected norms. It happened—if indeed it did happen—the night the old abandoned cathedral burned.
Nobody found out what got the fire started—and, it being in the Island, nobody inspected—but whatever the cause, it burned from the inside and up, its wooden innards consumed, its stone heated to a kiln, its interior converted to a deadly smoker choking those trapped within.
By the time anybody noticed it, it was too late; the flames were already licking the shingles. For there to have been so few fatalities required a miracle.
To a perverse mind, it might almost seem fatalities had been intended.
It's so endlessly revealing that people believe there is so much unmet need for MRIs it would create a constant unmet 6 month waiting list, and their position isn't "what a terrible healthcare crisis!" but "I'd rather continue blocking people's care than wait my turn."
I mean yes, it's also a nonsense lie, but even it it were true, the fact that the people who believe it think it's a good argument rather than a confession of profound selfishness and inhumanity, really reveals them for what they are.
You understand why they wouldn't find a million Covid dead to be something worth preventing. Less people in line, after all.
Death for you is a shorter wait for me.
They'll just say it without knowing they've said it.
The thought was simultaneously unbearable and unbearably tempting; the fear of it would not leave her, nor would the desire for it.
Sickening to imagine various tragedies, yet from her mind they leapt unbidden. Greatest of these was the thought Morris would repent his small charity and return to finish them.
She knew she would try to kill him to prevent it, and would surely be destroyed in the process. The existence of her fear for another being she saw as some parasitic alien root that had captured her mind. To allow it to remain seemed intolerable. To uproot it would destroy her.