This is going to be a long tweet, and it’s not new news, but it’s new news to me, and I think it’s especially important for everyone, and especially those of you who support
the now indicted @realDonaldTrump to become acquainted with the class of people who worked for and… https://t.co/6uLkazc2fRtwitter.com/i/web/status/1…
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@realDonaldTrump’s long history of racism, from the 1970s to 2020

If you ask Donald Trump he isn’t racist. To the contrary, he’s repeatedly said that he’s “the least racist person that you’ve ever encountered.”

Trump’s actual record, however, tells a very different story.
On… twitter.com/i/web/status/1… •1991: A book by John O’Donnell, former president of Trump Plaza Hotel and Casino in Atlantic City, quoted Trump’s criticism of a Black accountant: “Black guys counting my money! I hate it. The only kind of people I want counting my money are short guys that wear yarmulkes every… twitter.com/i/web/status/1…

A priest went to see his Bishop and asks if he would hear his confession
“Of course,” the Bishop said and took out his rosary. “And what do you have to confess?”

“Well Your Grace I used profane language,” the priest said, shifting a bit in obvious embarrassment. “I understand,” the Bishop said. “And under what circumstance did you use the profanity?”
“Well, Your Grace, I was playing golf and I stepped up to the tee on a par four and I hit what is probably the best drive of my life. Long and straight as an arrow,” the priest replied.

A truck driver and his pet parrot were hauling a load of chickens. He stopped to pick up an attractive hitchhiker, swung the door open and asked, "You want a lift?" “Yes, thank you!" she said and started to climb in when the parrot exclaimed, “Wanna fuck?" “No!” she answered and the parrot screeched, “No fuck no ride!" and fluttered like crazy, scaring the hitchhiker off.

Pope Francis knocked on Heaven’s gate after his death. Saint Peter opened the door, looked at him and said, “Welcome to life after death. What is your name?" The Pope, slightly irritated, answered, “I am the pope." "Pope who?"Peter asked. “Pope Francis! You should know who I am!" the pope snapped. Peter looked in his book and said, "Hmm, I can't find a Francis Pope in here. Are you sure you’re at the right place?" The pope replied, "This must be a misunderstanding. I am the pope, god's representative on earth!"

Wife's Diary:

Tonight my husband was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a nice restaurant for dinner. I was shopping with my friends all day long so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late but he made no comment on it. Conversation wasn't flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk.
He agreed but he didn't say much.
I asked him what was wrong. He said, "Nothing."
I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset.

There was a mathematician who made his life’s goal to tackle one of the greatest unsolved calculus problems in history. For months he worked filling blackboards with numbers and lines to no avail. After a year of struggling he was ready to give up. He pulled out the bottle of wine that was meant to toast his success, popped the cork and poured a glass.

After drinking it halfway he stood staring at his work, just hoping for a glimpse of clarity.

A guy walked into a bar and asked for a beer.
"That'll be five dollars", said the bartender, and the guy threw 20 quarters onto the floor. Reluctantly, the bartender picked up the coins and served the beer. The next day, the same guy came into the bar, asked for a beer, threw 20 quarters onto the floor, etc.

The next day, again.

Via @dailykos : As the Daily Beast reports, Ben Cohen, founder of Ben & Jerry’s, is funding a campaign against US military support for #Ukraine through the organisation People’s Power Initiative. Ben Cohen has funded PPI with one million dollars and is the president of the organization. PPI has launched the campaign through a project named Eisenhower Media Network (EMN), which is now pushing a tankie-narrative. 
 m.dailykos.com/stories/2023/3…

During an ecumenical assembly a church secretary ran in shouting, “The building is on fire!”
The Methodists prayed in a corner.
The Baptists wondered where they could find water.
The Quakers quietly praised God for the blessings that fire brings. The Lutherans posted a notice on the door announcing the fire was evil.
The Roman Catholics passed the plate to cover the cost of the damage.
The Jews posted symbols on the door in hopes the fire would pass.
The Congregationalists shouted, “Every man for himself!”

In a small town in New England a band of squirrels had become quite a problem.
The Presbyterian church called a meeting to decide what to do about their squirrel infestation. After much prayer and consideration, they concluded the squirrels were predestined to be there and the church shouldn’t interfere with God’s divine will.

Best Church Bulletin Bloopers

Due to the Rector’s illness, Wednesday’s healing services will be discontinued until further notice.

Bertha Belch, a missionary from Africa, will be speaking tonight at Calvary Methodist. Come hear Bertha Belch all the way from Africa. The pastor will preach his farewell message, after which the choir will sing, “Break Forth Into Joy.”

Barbara remains in the hospital and needs blood donors for more transfusions. She is also having trouble sleeping and requests tapes of Pastor Nelson’s sermons.

A young teacher told her class of fifth graders that she was a born-again Christian.
She asked the class if any of them are born-again Christians too. Not really knowing what it means to be born again but wanting to please and impress their teacher, many little hands suddenly shot up into the air.
There was just one girl who didn’t raise her hand.

#poetry

cruise control

I stare out my window at the world
trying to make sense of what I see,
but everything illuminates in staccato flashes
and then, like lightning,
is gone. I cannot grasp what passes for reality;
these brilliant bursts have nothing
to hold on to, no permanence.
Words and pictures, people and sounds
leave only blurred impressions
on the copper plate of the mind;
nothing sharp and clear develops
as a memory to be saved.

Mike was driving home from a long business trip in Northern Arizona, when he saw an elderly Navajo man walking on the side of the road. As the trip was a long and quiet one, he stopped the car and asked the Navajo man if he would like a ride. With a silent nod of thanks the old man got into the car. Resuming the journey, Mike tried - in vain - to make a bit of small talk with the Navajo man. The old man just sat silently, looking intently at everything he saw,

Once upon a time there was a king who wanted to go fishing.
He called the royal weather forecaster and inquired as to the weather forecast for the next few hours. The weatherman assured him that there was no chance of rain in the coming days. So the king went fishing with his wife, the queen.

On the way he met a farmer on his donkey. Upon seeing the king the farmer said, "Your Majesty, you should return to the palace at once because in just
a short time I expect a huge amount of rain to fall in this area".

The geography of a woman

Between 18 and 22, a woman is like Africa,
half-discovered, half wild, fertile and naturally beautiful.

Between 23 and 30, a woman is like Europe.
Well developed and open to trade, especially for someone of real value. Between 36 and 40, a woman is like Greece.
Gently aging but still a warm and desirable place to visit.

Between 41 and 50, a woman is like Great Britain,
with a glorious and all-conquering past.

Why did the chicken cross the road?
To get to the other side is the most common answer, however this answer leaves a great deal of room for interpretation. As noted historian and sociologist Ian Ormwell stated, "A joke cannot be taken at face value; all jests are subjective in their appearance and impact." Contrasting this view, the philosopher Ben Hoovian posited, "All things being equal, a joke must remain in its proper context.

Many people are at a loss for a response when someone says "you don't know Jack Schitt". Now, You can handle the situation. Jack is the only son of Awe Schitt and O. Schitt. Awe Schitt, the fertilizer magnate, married O. Schitt, the owner of Knee-deep Schitt, Inc. In turn, Jack Schitt married Noe Schitt and the deeply religious couple produced 6 children: Holie Schitt, The twins; Deep Schitt and Dip Schitt, Fulla Schitt, Giva Schitt and Bull Schitt, a high school dropout.

#poetry

starting over

there is no moonlight on the crossroads
no shining silver shaft
favoring one path over another
this is no voluntary hejira
nothing points the way no map no compass but the courage but the courage of the heart

the loam of my life has been sown with salt
so i stand a solitary pilgrim
on a dark and windswept plain

An Afghan, an Albanian, and Algerian, an American, an Andorran, an Angolan, an Antiguan, an Argintine, an Armenian, and Austrailian, an Austrian, an Azerbaijani, a Bahamian, a Bahraini, a Bangladeshi, a Barbadian, a Barbudans, a Batswanan, a Belarusian, a Belgian, a Belizean, a Beninese, a Bhutanese, a Bolivian, a Bosnian, a Brazilian, a Brit, a Bruneian, a Bulgarian, a Burkinabe, a Burmese, a Burundian, a Cambodian, a Cameroonian, a Canadian, a Cape Verdean, a Central African, a Chadian, a Chilean, a Chinese, a Colombian, a Comoran, a Congolese,