[savagesusie]

You can make ANYONE look dumb—even you. Carson can’t be “dumb”.

So what is the point? Perceptions? How about what GW did in his Skull and Bones rituals-—the sodomy in coffins and the overt worship of Lucifer? How about Kissinger in his robes and hood as they sacrificed boys to their Owl and sodomized them (Bohemian Grove) for the she/he “god”. He gave us *great* military advice and promotes One World government LOL.

What about Clinton on Epstein’s island molesting the children? Who is “more” rational? Someone molesting women and children???? or someone who thinks grain was stored in pyramids? How about Charles Dawkins who stated that “aliens seeded the earth”?????????? LOLOLOLOL He’s quoted and idolized at Yale and Harvard.

How about Stephen Hawking when he stated “Philosophy is Dead”....LOLOLOL How STUPID these people are!!!! yet endorsed and NEVER ridiculed.

There actually has been grain found in pyramids-—and it still can germinate. LOL

I would rather have a Mind like Carson’s in the Oval office than any creepy thing in it now. Cruz, Trump or Carson would be a 500% improvement and I would trust him to put moral, smart people in positions of power.

[Theodore R.]

He is old enough to have seen segregated water fountains. But did MD have this kind of segregation: it had segregation in schools until c. 1954?

[Parley Baer]

Ben, Ben, Ben, please do not play the race card.

[tumblindice]

We Were So Poor Script

Four well-dressed men sitting together at a vacation resort. “Farewell to Thee” being played in the background on Hawaiian guitar.

Michael Palin: Ahh.. Very passable, this, very passable.
Graham Chapman: Nothing like a good glass of Chateau de Chassilier wine, ay Gessiah?
Terry Gilliam: You’re right there Obediah.
Eric Idle: Who’d a thought thirty years ago we’d all be sittin’ here drinking Chateau de Chassilier wine?
MP: Aye. In them days, we’d a’ been glad to have the price of a cup o’ tea.
GC: A cup ‘ COLD tea.
EI: Without milk or sugar.
TG: OR tea!
MP: In a filthy, cracked cup.
EI: We never used to have a cup. We used to have to drink out of a rolled up newspaper.
GC: The best WE could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.
TG: But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.
MP: Aye. BECAUSE we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, “Money doesn’t buy you happiness.”
EI: ‘E was right. I was happier then and I had NOTHIN’. We used to live in this tiiiny old house, with greaaaaat big holes in the roof.
GC: House? You were lucky to have a HOUSE! We used to live in one room, all hundred and twenty-six of us, no furniture. Half the floor was missing; we were all huddled together in one corner for fear of FALLING!
TG: You were lucky to have a ROOM! *We* used to have to live in a corridor!
MP: Ohhhh we used to DREAM of livin’ in a corridor! Woulda’ been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woken up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House!? Hmph.
EI: Well when I say “house” it was only a hole in the ground covered by a piece of tarpolin, but it was a house to US.
GC: We were evicted from *our* hole in the ground; we had to go and live in a lake!
TG: You were lucky to have a LAKE! There were a hundred and sixty of us living in a small shoebox in the middle of the road.
MP: Cardboard box?
TG: Aye.
MP: You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o’clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, our Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
GC: Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o’clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY!
TG: Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o’clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.
EI: Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o’clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, (pause for laughter), eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing “Hallelujah.”
MP: But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won’t believe ya’.
ALL: Nope, nope..

I used to play basketball in my blue canvas Chuck Converse hi-tops. The soles were worn out so every now and then I had to stop and fill the inside with newspaper.

[smokingfrog]

They spend more time trying to dig up dirt on this guy in 3 days than they spent in 8 years looking into 0bama’s past.

[House Atreides]

Carson’s not alone in that belief. I believe that it may be “doctrine” of his religion (Jehovah Witness).

http://io9.com/10-bizarre-theories-about-the-pyramids-that-dont-involv-1648634533

[spokeshave]

Life is stranger than fiction

From a couple of popular Japanese Manga series:

Jin Minakata, an ordinary brain surgeon, has an accident after his operation with an unidentified patient, and realizes that he has traveled back in time and reached the end of the Edo period. Through an encounter with various historical characters, Jin sets up a small clinic Jin'yudo and saves those suffering from disease and injury with his medical skills.

Then there is the Black Jack series: Black Jack: the Dark Surgeon. Written by, Kenji Yamamoto ..... Because he was of a mixed blood, half-African and half-Japanese, the skin had a dark complexion.

In one episode Tezuka's superhuman surgeon Black Jack operates on himself without an anaesthetic.

[TBP]

He very well might have.

[marron]

I remember the segregated drinking fountains, rest rooms, and so on. And I wasn’t in the hard south and I’m not that old. OK, maybe I am getting kind of old these days.