Found some lovely posters of my home town on Etsy. You know, with the sea front facing the wrong way and featuring that lighthouse we don’t have, and the local pubs the Ope and Howebts. (Biographical note: we used to go drinking in Howebts when I was a teenager. Fun times!)
Train from Belfast moving at cow’s pace…. There are two in front of us on the line. Cue collective hilarity from passengers and crew.
I keep thinking about Abbas Alawieh’s remark, when asked about voting for Kamala Harris (as opposed to, say, Jill Stein) that “voting is not an expression of moral virtue, it’s a strategic choice”.
I think the MAGA crowd may be surprised to learn that even the most conservative Latin American and African cardinals aren’t exactly wild about white Christian nationalism.
Seems odd that the illegal immigrants who diligently pay taxes are the ones that you might want to deport. 🤔
“There’s a Dinosaur in my Laundry Basket”….new title for my as yet unwritten fan fiction homage to “There’s a Bear in my Chair”.
If you were looking for the most unserious title you could find for a documentary about anti-obesity medication, it strikes me that “The Skinny Jab Revolution” would be hard to beat for contemptible boneheadedness.
Dear Volodymyr Zelenskyy, dear Ukrainian friends, you are not alone.
