Fatherflot

@fatherflot.bsky.social

Poorflosser of Inklish Littlesure; Degenerate Gamboler; Rear Admiral, The Salvation Navy; WFMU DJ-Tropin' Ballz on Flot's Spot every Friday, 9-11 pm ET from the Hackensack Middle School AV Club in Exile. https://wfmu.org/playlists/F2

It begins here for me on this road. How the whole mess happened I don't know, but I know it couldn't happen again in a million years. Maybe I could of stopped it early, but once the trouble was on its way, I was just goin' with it.

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Waking up to Sharia Law in NYC is crazy. Knicks won, crime is down, 2,000 toddlers are going to school for free, parents got “date night” with nyc babysitters, they’re building housing on city land, small businesses are saving money and selling ice cream. Its sunny out i should go get one.

My three-year-old was watching CNN when he turned to me gravely and asked “Daddy, why is the nice orange man firing the nice wine lady?” And when I told him “Because she became too woke to protect the reflecting pools,” he started crying.

The whole point of the Bill of Rights is to protect the only true minority - the individual. It limits the governments power to harm the individual. The whole constitution is designed to limit the governments power.

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“We haven’t had any woodcock for days, or truffles baked in ashes, and the celler is becoming a disgrace—no more ‘34s and hardly any ‘37s. Last week, I had to offer my publisher a bottle that was far too good for him, simply because there was nothing between the insulting and the superlative.”

"Trouble has done it, Bilgewater, trouble has done it; trouble has brung these gray hairs and this premature balditude. Yes, gentlemen, you see before you, in blue jeans and misery, the wanderin', exiled, trampled-on, and sufferin' rightful King of France." -- The Adventures of Huckleberrry Finn

"Morality is not the doctrine of how we may make ourselves happy, but how we may make ourselves worthy of happiness." Immanuel Kant, Critique of Practical Reason, 1788

the ideal academic life is being an eccentric Victorian lord. Invent a stamp licking machine at 22. Get elected to the Royal Academy for counting the beetles on your estate. Die in an arsenic explosion. The perfect life.