“Perhaps melodrama is the ultimate form of gaslighting.” – Dr. Freckles
A brief intermission …
They are really pushing some low-rent fear-monkeys right now … robots and ai … Dylan the freak … Trump arrested …
I think this total operation is nearly played out, ACT 2 is over, and we have a short intermission before ACT 3 …
(and ACT 3 is gonna be a KILLA)
[curated: 4/9/2023]
Spaghetti Westerns …
Like I said – I’ve been watching “Little House …” and I’ve been back on Twitter for a couple months. And there’s this ALMANZO guy and he reminds me of some of the shit heads that end up in my timeline on Twitter …
And this ALMANZO guy?
What a shit head …
He’d be on there too, posting pics of his abs, shredding video from TAHO, and discussing his sobriety …
(and this is why I love spaghetti westerns – not so judgy, no real heroes, just people surviving)
[curated: 4/9/2023]
“Drinking made me do it …”
“If you were an asshole while drinking? – you’re still probably an asshole. If you blame alcohol for YOU BEING a SHIT HEAD? – you are DEFINITELY an asshole.” – Dr. Freckles
LORB
MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20230407_LORB.mp3
Donate: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/doctorfreckles
Outline:
I lorb YOU! : https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=5216
Cops … : https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=5218
Sober Saints : https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=5212
MOAR DARK PRAIRIE – INJUN MADNESS : https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=5209
Some scarcity … : https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=5234
HEADLINES: ZEROHEDGE.COM
SHORTAGE? : https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=5230
CHARLES INGALLS MUST DIE! : https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=5238
CHARLES INGALLS MUST DIE!
I’m tired of this shit …
Charles butts in on peoples lives, like a 19th Century Captain Kirk, violating the “prime directive” every hour. And sometimes he gets punched … or he accidentally gets shot … or gets shot by bad buys with wonky shotgun rounds … but hey, he’s Charles.
Then there’s this episode where Nels is looking astray … and he wants Charles’ advice. The SAME MOTHER FUCKING CHARLES who can’t pass up any opportunity to denigrate or ridicule his wife, Harriet Oleson. So Nel’s probably thought: “this fucker mocks and disrespects my wife in front of me, why won’t he listen to my woes concerning Molly?”
BUT NO …
CHARLES then switches to JUDGE DREAD mode and says cold and off putting shit …
Fuck you … Nels just wanted to talk … mother fucker.
He goes to the fucking Mine, and kills some Chinese, almost kills himself …
He goes to move nitro glycerin, with Louis Gosset Jr., and he takes credit for beating on a MICK …
He goes to Mankato, to save some random shit head, gets into a fight, and he still lives …
SOME FUCKER NEEDS TO TAKE HIM OUT …
Some kind angel needs to turn him to salt.
[curated: 4/7/2023]
Scarcity or Abundance …
“We don’t have a shortage of resources, but we do have an overabundance of bad ideas.” – Dr. Freckles
[curated: 4/6/2023]
SHORTAGE ALERT: alcoholic beverages
- all previous studies on alcohol are wrong (m’kay)
- lots of “being sober is so great, hey, there’s a fat person” threads
- the bud light trans eruption
Almost as if they’re preparing us for a shortage.
[curated: 4/6/2023]
Cops …
“Cops protect cops, first and always.” – Dr. Freckles
I LORB YOU!
I lorb you, YOU MAGNIFICENT FUCK!
I’d build a rocket ship, called the cum-dragon, and load it up with busty-bitches high on crack and covered in goose sweat …
You’d be riding high, traveling the cosmos, in search of a fast-time Mary on a Friday night BINGE …
I lorb you.
I was a Ketchikan toaster, I met you while feeding the whore-beasts.
You wore scarlet and green and were mean to me and nice to my dog …
I laid waste to the 17 sectors beyond the Moon …
You stood fast, until you saw my cock and started to swoon …
And we felt it … and it was real.
Cuz I LORB YOU … so much.
He was the ORANGE POTATO, he stood fast against the whore-witch of the South …
He was the CHEETO BANDITO and was at the ready to drain the bog …
We all said “sure”, he could become our plastic jesus …
He said HUUGE … and led our armies of sticky surprise …
He promised to imprison the witch …
He stole the magical till-rod …
He said the monkey herpes was a glitch …
But fucker FAUCI remained in CHARGE of those warp speed dreams …
… and we LORB’d him … with so much ZEAL …
I took time to caress your bare fustule …
You grabbed my man pipe and fed me your stuggous …
I massaged your boovula and caressed your honey lips …
You grabbed my ball sack with your cold slimy grip …
I could have built for you a castle made of apple pudding, with seven sister wives awaiting your glorious day of triple decay …
I might have been the duke of TOLEDO, baking bread from rotten teeth and the bones beneath …
But you were my huddle-grub and I took you for granted, and now have lost your lub …
BUT I LORB YOU JASMINE … we will MEAT again, one day.
You can talk about your LOVERS, you can list their defects and gains …
You can have a movie about LOVERS, go insane, do cocaine …
It’s a hard rain, for those drainage ditch romantics, looking for some thorny Kevin or nasty Marguerite …
It’s a tough world out there MAGGOT, get rich quick or get going strong …
BUT THAT GENTLE LOVER, THAT HANGS ON YOUR EVER WORD …
Her name is Gird … short for Girdy …
You’re not wordy …
BUT YOU LORB HER …
(and you’ll never let her go)