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But why aren't they looking at him?
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anthropogenic forest mismanagement
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Although, if we'd never gone hog wild logging, we'd be hella better set up to handle droughts. It'd take billions of dollars every year to do sufficient fuels mitigation to turn this annual clusterfuck around, and they WILL NOT spend that money on any such a thing. Just fuck off and die.
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i don't know the protocol
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But Louisville PD already have two officers shot — one in the chest, the other in the hand — and so I reckon it's a go for the National Guard, or will be any minute.
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boom
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You know it won't pass the House, but it will certainly energize conservatives.
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discombobulated wad of crinkled pulchritude
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Had a short break from the three ring electricity shorting sleep circus, but it came back big. I am an alert person at my core, but it's taffy between there and here. So I had to redo earlier posts and move one up, generally deal with this accursed "improved" platform.
Google is lucky I'm too fried and too old to shoot.
The wind is blowing everything off its hinges on top of everything else. Can't be doing any good for the fires, and certainly isn't doing me a lick of good either. I'm a damn wreck with ash-coated sinuses and clogged lymph system.
But I have to leave evidence/reminders about WHY there is this level of polarization bubbling up out of hell like a very long slow volcanic barf.
I don't want to keep having nightmares about getting sent to prison because you keep watching that damn boob tube and letting your herd insticts go on automatic pilot while it's got your brainwaves set to semi-alert hypnosis.
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Oh good. The wind stopped and it started sprinkling. I hope the fires get enough wet. We could use a goddam break... and it would probably only be a break, but, still, we'll take it. If it doesn't rain any harder tonight, this will probably only have been enough to lower the elevation of the smoke.
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Got lots warmer, wind picked up again. This may be the fabled Pineapple Express action. Maybe I'll look at the radar. BRB Yes, that's just what it is, but it's the pretty wussy tip tail end of the storm over Oregon and Washington right now. Not likely to dishearten the Slater fire very much.
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to review
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And to donate, now that the wrinkles have been ironed out, and in case you're worried, look at the logos, or even just look at Wikipedia.
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before you freak out
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Think about all that soaring incoherent absolute horse shit smug rhetoric Nosbaracktu used to use to infuriate the living snot out of everyone at the assembly. I imagine half the world is relieved to hear this at last.
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finally!
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And Florida and its residents are getting serious too. Odd, I know.
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reality is illegal
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My dear Peggy had turned me in for speaking the truth too forcefully. I was going to prison. I had a few hours to wrap up my affairs, say my good-byes, and get my ass to prison. I gave her my most prized possession, my huge alpaca sweater, knowing she could get the cigarette smell out of it and be comfy while she pored over Ancestry dot com arcana with her "cousin" [3rd, once removed] and sipped her evening cocktail with her husband, the incomparable Jim.
Then I went to go say good-bye to Eighty-Six. His ex was there for some reason and about to get snippy with me until I saw his new truck pull up. She was gobsmacked I knew it was him, despite the completely different color and make of his truck.
"But nines needs a ride to prison," she was sputtering.
I stood there and watched that not even registering, watched him ignoring me completely in favor of freaking out to force her out of his house. I really had wanted him to drive me to prison in his shiny new truck, but he was clearly more concerned with petty hatreds.
Seeing me dejected, some loady bystander told me he'd drive me.
He got me a few blocks nearer, but passed out behind the wheel.
I set out on foot, worried that if they called down an APB on me, I'd be too dead to worry about prison anymore. I knew the way, but the roads were washed out and the dingbats from The View were giving tours of the flood devastation.
Then the ground started running like a river and I saw a pair of my underwear drift by. I was nearly roused from my deadpan acceptance of the lethal pain of everything as it is when I suddenly felt myself needing to get up and pee.
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