This was one of the mean-minded left-wing babblings that taught me that, wow! I don’t have to publish every comment that I’m sent. What a tremendously liberating discovery.
It’s odd that leftids despise old people while venerating creaky old ideas way past their shelf life, like communism and socialism. When they go to the supermarket, do they try to buy moldy bread that crumbles at a touch? World Government Bread–you can only take it off the plate with a vacuum cleaner.
If you click the link to re-visit this sad little person’s sad little screed, it might cheer you up to see just how bankrupt leftism really is.
G’day, everybody! Byron the Quokka here, with an update on Quokka University–the great institution of higher learning that is being born before your eyes, right here on this blog.
Let’s see… So far we’ve got a Latin motto and beanies with propellers on them, which is a fantastically good start. But opinion is divided as to what we need next–a college cheer for our pick-up sticks team, or a college song for when we’re feeling sentimental, years and years after we graduate.
Just now we don’t have either one, because nobody’s written one yet.
I wonder if we need any input from you humans out there. Humans can be awful smart at times. Like the human who invented the whoopee cushion!
I wonder if there’s any way we could turn this into a contest…
For 45 minutes today has this computer jerked me around! Just great for my blood pressure. It keeps coming up with little tricks this morning that I’ve never seen before.
The tension mounts as he tries again, for about the 25th time, to post a link to another article, any article…
And, as if by magic, now the link appears. Why wasn’t it working before, when it drove me to the other computer?
Suddenly it occurs to him that he has forgotten to pick up the laundry. He must dash back out to his car…
A new whistleblower has emerged from the whistleblower factory and this time it looks like Donald Trump is toast, no two ways about it.
But if you think I’m going to waste a perfectly good scandal now, when there’s hardly anybody here to read it, and not even one comment so far–well, gee, they’d laugh me right out of the nooze business.
“We’ve got him now!” exulted an unidentified Democrat shoemaker.
But we can’t play this swan song until there are more swans in the audience.