“If you are standing on a beach and you see a MASSIVE tsunami coming towards you, you can run … you can walk towards it, solemnly – or YOU CAN STAND THERE, AND LAUGH AT IT! These are your choices.” – Dr. Freckles
During a famine …
“Fun fact: during famines, ‘seconds’ and ‘thirds’ are not a thing … unless it’s long pig.” – Dr. Freckles
SHELTER IN PLACE!
MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20231109_SHELTER_IN_PLACE.mp3
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Zero Hedge: HEADLINES
Shelter in Place: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=10069
A good cop: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=10067
Peaceful Protests: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=10065
Liar’s Island: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=10063
If you can’t kill Bigfoot: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=10061
War Crimes: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=10059
IDF and Paragliders: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=10057
“Shelter in Place”
“shelter in place” == “lockdown” == “house arrest”
My TED TALK is over.
A good cop …
A good cop …
A GOOD COP would turn in his partner if his partner is breaking the law.
A GOOD COP would not be afraid if qualified immunity were removed.
A GOOD COP would live to a HIGHER STANDARD, not a lower one …
TELL ME ABOUT ALL THE GOOD FUCKING COPS!
“Good cops” are being trained by “experts” from Israel.
(same experts that got punk’d by paragliders)
Peaceful protests … (in traffic)
If you were “peacefully” protesting and blocking me from driving someone I care about to the emergency room? – I’d run you over.
If you were “peacefully” protesting, and threatening vehicles ahead of me? – Dragging people out of their cars? – yeah, I’d run you over.
Living on Liar’s Island
For those who took freshman philosophy or Logic 101 in college:
“When you live on Liar’s Island, there is only one thing you know is TRUE: GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE!” – Dr. Freckles
If you can’t kill Bigfoot …
“If you can’t kill Bigfoot, then what good is he/she?” – Dr. Freckles
War Crimes …
“BTW: if a WAR CRIME is committed? – you go after the WAR CRIMINALS. You don’t go commit more war crimes yourself, in revenge.” – Dr. Freckles
The IDF and Paragliders …
You can believe one of the following, but not both:
a) Israel was attacked by poors with paragliders and nearly destroyed
or
b) the IDF is the most elite military force in the Middle East, perhaps the WORLD
(you can believe one, not both)
CREVICES
MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20231108_CREVICES.mp3
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Zero Hedge: HEADLINES
Government: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=10050
Crinkle-Crevices: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=10041
Nuts and bolts: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=10039
Government …
“Government: crappy people, too much power.” – Dr. Freckles
CRINKLE-CREVICES …
Your crevice brings pain …
Dingle-berry super heroes line up their SITES to find your CRINKLE-ZONE, and you hide it, even in those YOGA PANTS you wear to STARBUCKS. We see the oils, and the drips, we can sense your baby clock is reading HIGH NOON and it’s high time you had some Spluncton style snake magic.
Snake magic is a special kind of GOOF. You won’t know your own sploof-fig after the rine has been removed and the seagrass blooms. Your HERO SLAVE is done setting up the chains in the woodshed, and your missile-jackson style lover is waiting in the shower, for some “Kelly Clarkson” style love dancing.
I could hold on to your crinkle zone, bearing upon it the great weight of my lead pipe. But your heart is too free pretty bird, and your mind is fit for apes.
My own sklebick-energy could not compare to your HOLE SPECTACLE … Your power juice weaved its ways into my broken hear, and sealed the cracks, releasing CREVICE SORCERY and anal magic.
I could have been a master of THROG-DOORS …
But your whorish ways led me astray, and I found nothing but pills and swamps and lost cowboy fondlers, wanting back into your pants … your crevice gold.
Cantor?
With your infinite sets?
I don’t need your pseudo mathematical bullshit, when here grease river flows, like turtle gravy – and there’s no HOE STOP for granny town types and hicksters from Memphis.
MARK MY WORDS: your hole is for the skeeg-mice.
Puddle flower …
Your purple eyes spoke volumes, as your body sunk beneath the surface of those love-oils. You would take your luxurious bath, as the swans sang songs of bad ice. And NOWHERE is your lover SWAYNE … and nowhere is his herpes.
Most of you are mungit beasts, you will feed upon tripe with the ghost priests.