It will never never never freeze in Carolina! The weather is always so nice. No, it will never never never freeze in Carolina; the clime is sublime, if you're made of ice!

Well, my last journal entry didn't succeed in its purpose.  After pondering, I think I know why: it was a mistake to present it to you as a riddle.

So here you go: same basic idea, presented in a different format.

Bob Hope: Hey, you sing a little.  Let me ask you a question: what do you think of the Trump campaign's pick for its official song?

Bing Crosby: Sorry, I hadn't heard about it.  What was their choice?

Hope: "Send Lawyers, Guns, and Money."

Crosby: Ooh ... catchy title!  Who wrote it?

So, what did y'all think of the Trump campaign's choice of a new theme song?  Me, I thought it fit real good.

This is a follow-on to my previous journal entry …

You don't own me.

… with particular reference to the comments thereupon.

Here is my own attempt to answer my own question: why did "You don't own me" elicit such sad pictures?

What's sad is not the fact that he doesn't own her.

What's sad is the fact that she finds it necessary to say that he doesn't own her.

Whew.  After all that, all three of us (you, I, and Craiyon) deserve to end this journal entry on a less somber note.  So here you go:

The Borg were the original flash mob.  Or, if you question the historical accuracy of that statement, try this one: they were damn good at it.

The Borg were the original flash mob.

You've mastered the art of the fruit bowl.  Where do you go next?

My mind jumped to this: "Bowl of [Insert type of cute animal here]."  Should be just as easy for Craiyon to picture that, right?

Wrong.  What I failed to consider: the animals may not cooperate.

a bowl of meerkats

Maybe Craiyon should hire one of these.

border collie herding ducks

Roger Stone plays trombone: a musical interlude before we get back to the serious stuff in the next act.  Doesn't he look like he's having fun?

Roger Stone plays trombone

Yesterday was a trial run.  Today's is the first case where I was truly impressed with the nonatych [Google it] that Craiyon gave me in response to my [prompt / title] (which you can see just above the pictures).

As a bonus, doesn't the Nosferatu face in the upper left remind you of Rudy Giuliani?

Ever since the events of January 6, I've been wondering what Donald Trump could possibly do for an encore.  Until yesterday, that is.  That was when I learned that he is scheduled to give a major speech—the first one since that awful day in DC.

Next Sunday, February 28, he will address the annual convention of CPAC (Conservative Political Action Committee).  It promises to be a stirring event.

Oh, by the way: this year's CPAC will take place in Orlando, FL.

With that last piece of information, it all falls into place: it becomes obvious what will happen when the speech concludes.  The audience will stream out of the arena, march down the street, and attack Disney World.

Today is Tuesday, August 25, 2020.  Ten weeks remain before the general election on Tuesday, November 3.

Incidentally, here's some unsolicited advice for TV network executives: the best way to cover this year's Republican National Convention (which is in progress this week) would be to adopt the format of Mystery Science Theater 3000.

The root meaning of the verb “conspire” is “to breathe together.”

I think it was some time after Donald Trump was elected, but before he took office.  I read an opinion piece in The New York Times, in which the reader was urged not to forget how abnormal it is to have a president like this.


The writer invoked the analogy of the frog in the pot of water.  You know, where if you increase the temperature of the water gradually enough, the frog will get used to it, and stay right there until he boils to death.  I scoffed: "Human beings wouldn't be that stupid."


It's an effective rhetorical device.  That frog came back to my mind recently, when I started to wonder whether I had been overconfident, earlier, about the ability of humans to perceive danger and respond to it.


And then, by pure coincidence, I stumbled across this Wikipedia page: "List of common misconceptions" (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_common_misconceptions).  Therein it is revealed, among many other fascinating factoids, that the frog story is just not true.  The experiment has been done (I'd like to read the grant proposal, wouldn't you?).  It turns out that, at some temperature well below the boiling point, the frog jumps out of the pot.


So now we know: if Donald Trump is re-elected in 2020, then the American people are dumber than frogs.


A young monk came to his teacher and confessed, "My mind is filled with a nameless dread."


The teacher replied, "Mine has a name.  I call him Fred."

 

Have you heard about the caravan of farmers that's formed up in Iowa and is heading for the Canadian border?


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