WTF Wednesday: Week Thirteen
Golden Domes, Parasites, Gladiators, and Space Bugs!
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Hello, Friend,
It’s that magical time once again here at FFS! for some WTF! The irony is not lost on me that day two of the great poop spreading is well underway at the Amish farm across the street. They’ve upgraded from liquid manure to the chunky style! The cow patties are flying hither and yon with abandon, much like the state of affairs in D.C. Slip into your Hazmat suit, friend, we’re going in!
Is this the fun part?
Is there a fun part?
Let’s find out, shall we?
Did you hear about the ‘Golden’ Dome? Good thing we’re taking away social services and federal disaster relief for those needy poors because Donmentia just announced his 175 billion dollar (it will likely cost much, much more than this) defense dome similar to Israel’s Iron Dome. Ours will be golden. Gold is so much better than iron, even though gold is a softer metal and this is a defense shield. Whatever, it’s gold! Gold’s the best! Peter Peter Secret Leaker says so and he has a nifty Canva graphic mounted on poster board to prove it! Thiel, Musk, and Prince all stand to stuff their overflowing pockets with more of our tax dollars for yet another ridiculous unnecessary grift.
Did I mention it’s gold? Just like the increasingly gilded White House, which they are renaming The Gold House!
Okay, I made that up. DON’T TELL DON. He’ll be all over that idea.
I don’t have much to add to the Tapper tell-all Biden fiasco other than offering an extended raspberry and double middle fingers to Jake for profiteering on news he should have shared when it mattered. Mr. Potter and I stopped watching CNN in 2015 when we realized they were a covert propaganda tool profiteering on the Trump chaos. It seems they’ve continued to mine that vein…looking for gold I suppose. Gotta sell the soap and the rest of us down the river. Jake has yet to offer condolences to the Bidens regarding Joe’s cancer diagnosis. For that and the rest, we offer a second round of double middle fingers to him and his shameless network.
GFY, Crapper. Parasite.
With everything flying at us at increasing speed, things are getting lost in the constant chaos. New details are emerging about the disappearing of people to foreign gulags by people in charge of law enforcement who lack an even basic understanding of US law. They continue to cockblock the judges. They’re expanding the kidnappings to new locations. Tattoos have played such an overblown part in their equation that some 90 percent of the hostages are innocent of any crimes. When asked to define habeas corpus, Cosplay Kristi proved herself unmatched to the task. She’s too busy planning her next depraved photo op and pitching her reality show version of the Hunger Games for immigrants: The American. Think of it as the streaming era version of the Roman Coliseum. When they run out of immigrants, will the poors be next? Guess I better up my gladiator skills.
Not to worry, look how well things went for Rome!
We can’t even blame lead pipes.
In the ‘I cannot even even’ department, Bobbing for Brainworms and his assortment of anti-vax quacks have decided to screw the vulnerable by limiting COVID vaccine access moving forward. I should be able to get vaccinated, maybe, if they don’t derail the formula updates with their restrictive new guidelines. My husband may not be so lucky. When people live with a high risk individual their vaccine status matters because it impacts the viral load they can carry home with them. Mr. Potter had a mild case of COVID (thanks to vaccines) and I managed to avoid the virus. I’m one of the rare NOVIDs. Closet eugenicist Bobbing thinks people like me should go ahead and die already. The man whose voice sounds like he’s gargling rocks and face looks like it went three rounds with a meat tenderizer plans to cull the herd by restricting vaccine access, defunding scientific research, and limiting the CDC’s reporting on public health concerns.
Let the Bird Flu fly free! Ebola for everyone! Get you some syphilis, friend! Bobbing doesn’t believe in germs.
Maybe one or two super germs will believe in him. Hope springs eternal.
Speaking of germs…it’s time, once again, for a snippet of science. I regret to inform you that this one does not provide comfort.
This writer has oft pondered the complexities of interstellar travel and germs. If you consider how vulnerable a jungle tribe who has lived in isolation for centuries is to a common cold or a flu virus, it isn’t a leap to wonder how vulnerable all of us might be to a virus or bacteria or fungus from outer space. You’ll be thrilled to hear that the Chinese have discovered a new strain of terrestrial bacteria growing on their space station. This one is from earth, but it has evolved to survive in space. Because of course they did, they’ve brought it home to investigate.
“It's not yet clear if the new strain could cause harm to humans, but the researchers hope that by studying it further they could learn more about how it, and others, survive; as well as the best ways to prevent human astronauts from any risks associated with space-adapted bugs.”
This is not the first mutated bacteria found in space, there were four antibiotic resistant strains found in 2018 in the bathrooms of the International Space Station.
I’m sure there is nothing to worry about. Besides, my worry plate overfloweth. No room for space bugs. Bobby says germs aren’t real so I guess we’re going to be fine.
Denial, the M.O. of the current mis-adminstration.
Grocery prices are down! Tariffs are great! If we ignore the germs they’ll go away! The poors are going to love working in the factories for their robot overlords!
I’m starting to think there isn’t a fun part.
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So life today revolves around “truth is a matter of opinion.” Sigh…
Every day of this administration is mentally and spiritually exhausting.