Self-righteous crap and crying: what a way to start 2021.
Never underestimate media and charisma. Yeah, charisma; folks in leadership positions do acquire it, even despite personality. Also, overexposure turns the mind into mush. So when a powerful figure speaks, the minions do not require a direct message to stoke irrational
Two things this past year has brought me unbridled joy. The two things almost seem like they are dichotomy opposed. See, my girlfriend struggles with anxiety, so she has a weekly call with her psychologist. During these calls, I put on my 2020 outdoor wear. Which looks like a cross
[Gulps from plastic jug of hard liquor]
I can’t believe it’s been 7 hours since my first drink and you haven’t even TEXTED to wish me a Happy Father’s Day. The barkeep wouldn’t let me get a word in because he kept droning about his ingrate kids, so I returned home
First off, I wish Everton had already played so I could use Dominic Calvert-Lewin's Black Lives Matter #9 shirt. But this will have to do. Full credit to the Premiership for taking on racial justice issues, with remarkable unity and moral clarity. I am proud to support this League.
OF COURSE in
I went by the office on Tuesday morning, to print some shit and sign my privilege license (practicing law, it's well complex, eh?). On my way out, I saw this storefront, and it spoke to me on multiple levels.
No, I am not trying to riot shame, since everyone is 100% right
Please, just watch/listen to this in full. We really need him in Most Glorious Commentist Party!
Perhaps the most important takeaway...LISTEN. Just fucking listen to other humans when they are expressing real needs and concerns. Also, my esteem for badass Donks safety Justin Simmons somehow went even higher.
Kraut and Imaginary Footy
I tried to get a “Wednesday Motivational” out of TWBS through a séance with my santero neighbors. Turns out the oracle (turtle) only knew Spanish. And, I was too high to translate. Sorry, I’m an atheist; had to take the edge off my snark to make it out alive.
Still, it’s Wednesday,
The banner is NOT a selfie—oh, hi! I'm Don McClure. You might remember me from group posts such as "It's Called 'Fútbol', You Bastards" and "Don't Say 'N*gg*r', Cr*ck*r!”. Today all I’m doing is the intro and random pics, because Dunstan, Col. Duke LaCrosse, and LemonJello bring you this dispatch
HOST: Welcome everyone, to an other edition of "Quarantining Today." I'm your host, [name redacted], and we're checking in with some of our favorite DFO contributors to see how they're coping with the societal changes that the novel coronavirus pandemic has brought into their lives. With me today are Senor
It's becoming more and more difficult. Medically speaking, this virus isn't the worst thing to ever affect the planet. Or the human race for that matter. Granted, it's been mismanaged from the top down. Which made it worse than it had to be. And to cover their asses, the top
Author's Note: The following is partially based upon an email my elderly mother received from one of her elderly friends. I have altered the language in places to make it more relatable, or at least try, to our little group of DFO idiots. I have also added some of my
Someone close to me died recently. Sadly, it was his choice. And as best I can tell he made that choice because he didn't like himself. Or thought other people didn't like him. Either way, that sucks.
He couldn't help it. Intellectually I understand that. Emotionally, I'm still pretty broken up.