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[chaoshostilityandmurder]

Gruts

[jjmmwgdupree]

Trump says/ goes/ does something REALLY STUPID Shock Horror!! (Says the Youtube headline)

So what else is new? Pro or anti I always assumed that everyone either knows or has noticed that The Donald/Trump/Comrade Krasnov/Whatever doesn't do reading and writing. That doesn't necessarily indicate stupidity. In fact downright dishonesty and lying about what you've just said is sometimes a better option than trying to explain that you didn't say what you said and why it was the listeners who got the message wrong is sometimes the better option if that's what you think happened.

All I want to know is what happened. The sort of news we used to get from the mainstream media. What we get now is citizen commentators trying to get extra viewers by overexagerating everything and underlaying it with superfluous punctuation and multicoloured capital letters. This results in people heading for the news and views they want to hear and never hearing any alternative.

Broadcast news may be boring and full of stuff we didn't want to hear, but it's better than the alternatives.

And having said all that, what is it with Trump and reading and writing? And does Kraznov have the same problem?

I think we should be told.

[jjmmwgdupree]

Why didn't the heading to my last missive display in nice big letters like this?

I think I should be told.

[jjmmwgdupree]

If I only could make a deal with God,,,

Donald Trump believes that he was blessed by God. He believes that The Almighty looked down, spotted the sniper, and thought "Dang! My messenger, The Donald, is about to be sniped. I must quickly find some other poor schmuck to die in his place!"

This is not how The Big Guy behaved when I was at school. In fact as I remember it, He led his children to the promised land, whereas Trump is building a wall to keep them out of it. And didn't His son save lives, and even bring someone back to life? If Jesus could do it I'm pretty sure God can, so why bother with snuffing the Other Poor Schmuck?

And come to think of it... Who does Trump remind you of? Rude, obnoxious, and makes unkind remarks about others for no good reason, tells lies, bullies anyone that gets in his way, and That Face!! C'mon, who does he look like? He sure doesn't look like any picture of God that I've ever seen, but doesn't he look a whole lot more like the devil hiself?

It wouldn't be the first time that Satan's pretended that he doesn't exist.

I rest my case.

[jjmmwgdupree]

Ring out, wild bells! Tumblr has let me in.

Now I can't think of anything to say.

Bugger.

[debsmooth]

The #fishfright as inspired by #ivorcutler from his album #gruts #collage #remix (at Lochend, City of Edinburgh) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ckb25IVIt37/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jjmmwgdupree]

If a butterfly flutters its wings....

Last weekend I saw my first butterfly of the year (A Cabbage White since you asked) and I reflected on how it was going to have to fit an entire lifetime into the next few hours. I guess all that's going on in Ukraine puts you into that kind of a mood. There are a lot of really sad stories coming out of Ukraine right now, many truly heartbreaking, like the interview with the camerawoman who saw the family of 4 blown apart in front of her. She'd been watching the soldiers realigning their weapon and then suddenly, too late, realised where they were aiming it. Her picture of the four bodies surrounded by the remains of their four suitcases containing all their belongings went right around the world in a fraction of a butterfly's life.

But the story that hit me right where I live was of a woman who hadn't eaten in two days when she gave birth. Without food she couldn't produce milk. The baby only lived just twice as long as the butterfly.

[jjmmwgdupree]

The evening I slid into another dimension (I'm back now)

It's late evening at that time of year when it gets dark and slightly chilly at eventime, and I'm going for a short brisk walk as recommended by a radio programme called 'One Small Thing' which suggests little things that you can do that are good for you without much bother.

Short brisk walks are a useful alternative for long walks that you might take in the warmer months but don't feel so much like doing when it's Arctic out there and you're lucky if the sun shines for more than 6 minutes a day, but there's a catch. You need to do several a day... Actually the programme didn't say that last bit but I was flinging myself into it. Also I'm constantly being reminded (By people who apparently genuinely believe that they haven't already told me before) that you shouldn't spend more than 20 minutes sitting at the computer without getting up and moving around, and I can spend hours sitting at the computer when I'm really hard at it so I figured when I do get a break maybe I should make it worthwhile.

For those who are interested, I just stood up, stretched my legs, and sat down again. I feel so much better...

Onwards.

This kind of power walking is called a 'constitutional', but in the armed forces 'constitutional' came to mean 'going for a wettie' (Your terminology may differ, but you know where this is going).

So there I am striding forth, late evening, dark, cold, alone on a footpath/cycle track, with slightly yellow lighting every hundred yards or so and suddenly my constitutional develops, um... army overtones. I dodge off the track, out of the light, and behind a tree, and a figure shuffles past on the path.

If you're old enough to remember the early days of Marvel comics you may remember how the Thing, or occasionally Hulk, looked when they're trying to disguise themselves as ordinary people. This was one of them. Floppy hat, raincoat, raggy trousers that just about reached the ankles, and shoes that you just knew were on their last legs.

I totally forgot about waving Willie at the wood and watched him/her/it shuffle past. Travelling at that speed, how could he have been that close behind me? He was carrying a small battered suitcase in one hand and a plastic shopping bag with something in it in the other, and he looked so weary I thought he was going to just fade away, but he shuffled on.

I eventually emerged from the pathside and stood there, but I couldn't bring myself to start walking in case I caught up and he spoke to me, probably in a James Earl Jones voice, then he stopped, shook a bit, put his bag and case down and swayed slightly. I was transfixed. Then after what seemed like 10 minutes he picked up his belongings and shuffled on again.

As I stood there a jogger passed me and headed for the figure. I watched feeling silly and slightly ashamed, but then I saw the weirdest thing.

I swear I didn't imagine it. The jogger ran right through him.