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A Curse For Our Times

May Trump live long enough to impotently scream his innocence before the court…to be caught time & again in lie after lie and crime after crime.

May he live long enough to be branded a traitor and see his name reduced to a word of derision & shame. Watch as the edifices bearing his name, one by one, tear his disgraceful name away.

May he live long enough to see his wealth stripped away from him and his odious crotch-fruit; his wife eagerly leaving him, attempting to live on the profits of a scandalous tell-all book about her marriage to a loathsome, envious, tiny-dicked monster.

May he live long enough to spend the rest of his miserable life in jail…whining about his innocence to no one listening. May all this drive him to the final, unloved, lonely & reviled madness he was always destined to arrive at.

And only after all this, may he go screaming into the void of the hell that he so richly deserves.

~Uncle Mark,  via Joe.My.God.

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Quote of the Day

A soulmate is someone who is willing to grow with you, who chooses to be with you until the end, and will love you through good and bad. It’s not about sunshine and laughter, it’s about mundane moments filled with unknowns.” ~ T.B. LaBerge

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Quote of the Day

Trump’s rage over the anonymity of the whistleblower may seem excessive, but it has its own logic. Anonymity means Trump can’t give the person an insulting nickname, can’t call him or her ugly or fat, can’t use his surrogates to smear and intimidate. He can’t make it personal. And if Trump can’t make it deeply personal somehow, his only alternative is to challenge the whistleblower’s account on its merits, on factual grounds, which Trump knows is impossible. THAT is why he’s so frustrated. His foe’s anonymity disarms him.” ~ Jay Bookman via Twitter

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Curmudgeon

I’m really starting to hate people. Obviously not the people who are in my life either through blood, friendship, or affection, but that faceless, rude, self-centered mass of humanity that exists beyond the boundaries of my own life that I am forced to engage with.

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I Know I Said I Wasn’t Going to Do It…

…but it was a slow day at work and I had a full backup from the night before, so I figured what the hell? I could always restore from the clone when I got home if it hosed everything.

And I know that every year I say I’m not going to upgrade and yet—without fail—after months of trash-talking the betas, I do it on the very first day the new OS is officially available.

Well, after using it for the past several hours and checking most everything out, I have to say I’m more than pleasantly surprised. I don’t know how many overnighters the Mac team at Apple had to pull since I was cursing out even the most recent beta only a few days ago but it would appear that everything that I experienced as broken only last week is now fixed.

While most of what Apple did was behind the scenes, there are lot of subtle graphic improvements, tweaks that make doing things easier, and a general speed increase that is noticeable. I also appreciate that the ever-bloated iTunes has been split into three separate programs. My biggest worry in upgrading was that I’d lose all the carefully curated album art I’d assigned (an issue brought up in the forums in regards to the betas). Admittedly, it took a couple hours for it to repopulate, but all the custom artwork is present and accounted for. Another minor inconvenience was that initially the “Recently Added” group only showed albums I’d added within the past twenty four hours.* A full accounting of what’s changed is beyond the scope of this blog, but there are several excellent reviews available online in case you’re interested in knowing more. I had been preemptively warning friends not to upgrade, but I may have to reassess that in the coming days.

*Letting it sit overnight repopulated everything in the proper chronological order.

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Stolen from Tumblr

Because fuck…

I didn’t care that he had a little daughter. I didn’t care that he had another one on the way. I didn’t care if he sometimes treated his dogs better than he treated me. Hell, I didn’t care if he had a wife. I liked his wife. She was nicer than most of my buddy’s old ladies. You could tell she doted on him. And, he was good to her, too. Solid, they were. Real solid.

I didn’t care about any of that, because every Friday night we’d head down to the local tavern after work, have a few beers, shoot the shit, maybe play a game of pool or two. And no matter what, eventually he’d wink at me, and say, “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

And we would. Me following his pick-up truck to a place out on the edge of the town, just this side of the State Park. And, then he’d fuck me – always in the back of his truck. Sometimes it was quick and dirty. Sometimes we didn’t get our clothes off, we were so hot for each other. Sometimes, when I was real lucky, he’d go at it again, really driving into me, all that muscle bearing down, riding it like there was no tomorrow.

Fuck, it was hot.