Hugh Hewitt, a right wing limited government journalist who recently gave his views about Michelle Wolf's epic pwning at the Whitehouse Correspondents event by including a Mr Burns-esque reminiscence of his delight at meeting a '70s era ballplayer, has been caught begging for environmental preference
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Last night I wrenched my knee by using it in a normal knee fashion. I can't ride for a while. My IBS is flared from meds. So I have a hot water bottle I am alternating between spots to help arrest discomfort. Maybe my body is a singularity? It seems to keep collapsing in on itself.The other night I was talking with a fellow hip replacementee whose hip was replaced due to age. She asked why I had mine done so early and I said "Gestational malformation.
How is it even possible that a robber baron who killed 29 people can run for office in the US, let alone be popular? Those people died because he cut corners on safety to save money.There are terrible people in this world; Don Blankenship is one of them.But then the US elected Trump so maybe he'll get in.America; only could it give the world Obama then Trump.
I rarely have prunes; I'm eating them now in addition to pills because of the anti-biotics and getting bunged up.But I do drop things all the time because of injury and meds which makes my fingers spring open.So I dropped a prune. I think it may be the first prune I have ever dropped. I immediately went "the chickens will love that" and had the rest of my prunes outside and watching them enjoy the dropped one and an extra.
The mads blew away and I was able to ride without being sucked into the brooding vortex. But the one symptom that's fired the most is trembling hands and dropping things such as my Mp3 player, my glasses and a back scratcher. I also read a paper and took twenty seconds to open to page three. My finger tips could not lock on.I wasn't bothered by loud noise---and I had a good afternoon.
With my tablet charging I was using the phone to surf when I read a story that had link to a website which had a comment form.It was directly related to "... the horror ... the horror..." It was late at night and we'd been binge watching The Simpsons. I mentally left the comfort of our session, got mad, my face clouded, and with clinical precision left a hard-to-type comment that will likely be deleted unread.
I stopped picking at my face only to re-start picking both feet. I am trying to break that transferred habit. It hurts, my feet are paddle-like and utterly flat and to have open sores on the bottom of super flat soles is to hurt with every step. I picked one until it bled. I found that out when, despite socks, the foot had bled through and across the laundary tiles were spots and their ejecta of blood.I found it this morning and the blood had dried.
In Call of Cthulhu, the legendary role-playing game, the more you know about the horror of the mythos the less sane your character will be—your maximum sanity percentage is 100-chulhu mythos skill. When you encounter something sanity-warping you have to roll under your sanity percentage. The more you delve in, the more you know, the more likely you are to shart, gibber and run away, stand in catatonic shock or berserk fury attack the sanity-warping situation.
I thought it was a leaf and attempted to swipe it from the laundry floor near the cat's tray to out of the way.And that's how my big toe entered a world of cat shit. I had to walk with toe raised to clean it and because I cannot squat or bend normally had to brace myself in the doorway and hold myself against the washing machine to clean the shit up.
We were playing "would you rather?" where the option for a room mate was Hitler or an annoying cat that can design robots.