Submitted by Steve Candidus
What scares you on Halloween?
Me – I went outside to get something from my car this morning just as my ‘ex’ flew over the house.
I was lucky to get back inside safely…
HALLOWEEN QOTD
Submitted by Steve Candidus
Me – I went outside to get something from my car this morning just as my ‘ex’ flew over the house.
I was lucky to get back inside safely…
They could have left Wasserman-Schultz as she is. It’s scary enough.
What scares me the most is losing the House to the Dems next week
You are a moran. Can you stop worrying about the damn government for a day? Will you be thankful for Trump on Thanksgiving and waiting for Santa Trump on Christmas? When Iska said people would have a portrait of Trump right next to the virgin, I thought he was kidding.
Whoever wins has to resolve the economic problems. Congress gave all that power to the President, their only job now is to get elected so they can rubber stamp his decisions.
All this has become is political sportsball. Your team wins, you cheer, go home and your wife is still adding to your honey dew list.
Varmit
Its Berlin 1945…
Lets not have Steiner save the day
and fuck this Great Plan up
See the Populists are swarming
the Chappaqua Führerbunker .
Yes this election matters…
and you know it
Be nice to see that cunt hang..
wouldn’t you agree?
Or maybe instead
Wouldn’t be nice
To have her doused in gas
and then set alight..
If the Dems get the chair
and control of House
the rhetoric is put on blast.
The House tied in knots
And worse still
everything grinds to a halt.
Its all the Dems have left.
They are swirling the drain.
Like Hitler in 45 just counting days
They know they’re done
Rather than accept defeat
They’ll have everyone eating ashes
They are Marxists after all..
Its all they know.
They cannot ever accept another point of view.
For them, it is my way or the highway….
Or as Hitler was rife to say..
Das ist alles und die Demokraten über alle!
Not a great plan… Lets hope the Repubs win.
At least then there is a chance to resolve the economic problems that you talk aboot…
Yours in Odin,
RiNS
p.s.
but give my regards to flash.
Been told by him
That he is awesome…
When did it become a bunker mentality? The war is lost and no nukes have even launched. Of course judging from the internecine fighting you’d think we were at cliff’s edge.
Oppression and being a victim
Are the building blocks of bunkers
breaking bad in ad homenim
Yet stacked in the mortar of despair.
It is a house that has no windows
And Counts identity as the game.
With conversations that dont matter
and participants without shame…
Sometimes I do get that way but I’m on an upcycle right now. Catch me in a few and I will most likely relate.
No worries EC.
Happy Halloween
Yours by Grace of Odin,
RiNS
EC – You should put this one on the, “129 Ways To Get A Husband” post…
Halloween is scary enough for kids without the crazy beer bitch demanding to interact with children before handing out the goodies: What are you supposed to be? (In alcohol ruined voice to kid wearing a nondescript mask)
One year, my kid got a toothbrush from a one house. Another handed out a few small coins – pennies, nickles, dimes. Newspaper scares killed the home-made popcorn balls and muffins. I’m afraid Halloween has turned into a party for ‘grownups’.
Yes, ec, … for grownups.
No way I’d spend scarce resources for extravagant lawn displays, especially if they require electricity.
Christmas has gone the same route.
Simplify.
As for witches, I don’t have an ex named Hazel, but my current broom jockey flies off the handle with a wicked cackle often enough to make me wince, and cause all bodily orifices to clench up tight.
All things considered, she whips up pretty good brews & stews for me, so I keep frequenting her hallowed halls of occasional fright.
Cue Cliff Richard’s ‘Devil Woman’ for a good blend of sounds. Play it Loud.
Cliff Richards – “Devil Woman”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7tuAkdlLhTE
PC bullshit. Fuck everyone who isn’t my “kind”.
White and Brown don’t mix. I only add creamer to my hot water and throw the coffee away. Milk comes from Wisconsin, coffee don’t grow in Alabama.
I do like mashed potatoes & gravy, though. Hope that doesn’t make me a race tater.
We should just move to Antarctica with the polar bears and live off beluga whales. It’s a strategic move, we’ll have the entire world surrounded.
There are not any polar bears in Antarctica. The penguins and the polar bears split the world in half.
These masked bandits just showed up at my door demanding goodies.
I turned over the cookies and fortunately, no one was hurt.
Aww, that’s so cute.
What scares me most? My kids not being able to think for themselves by the time they are adults.
What scares me most on Halloween? Accidentally running over some little kid out trick-or-treating in the neighborhood despite driving very s-l-o-w-l-y. It would be a heck of a prank for some kids to pull.
Snakes. It is snake season here. They are around everywhere, and are deadly sumbitches. I hates them, precious.
I hear you on that one Llpoh. I ran across a 3 foot coral snake in the in the banana shed yesterday morning. The one time I was wearing my sneakers, as I just came back from a run with the dogs up the driveway and the wife asked me to get a head of bananas. FUCK I hate snakes. I want to cure a coral snake hide and that was the biggest I have seen, unfortunately, it was a mushy pulp when I was done bashing it to pieces with a VERY long stick. My heart is still racing.
We mostly get Boa’s around the house which I don’t mind them eating the vermin but god, they always scare the crap out of me when I see them slithering away. We also have REALLY fast long yellow snakes, like 9 or 10 feet long which scoot away when they hear us coming. Then there are the green tree snakes.
All this fear is predicated on the myth of the Bushmaster which apparently will hunt you down like a Black Mamba and leave you with a withered limb if you survive.
Did I mention I hate snakes. Some weird sort of primal fear embedded in my genes. I am half Irish after all.
Damn, JT. Those tales might be a deal breaker for considering relocating to your neck of the globe.
But, I suppose there are many more bennies that far outweigh the creepy crawlies?
Are there scorpions down there, too? If yes, how bad are those? Venomous spiders?
Count me out. We have some bad snakes in the south but they’re not everywhere you look.
The only good snake is a good snake. And that goes for spiders, too.
Halloween is a good time to share this old tale
I quit drinking some thirty years ago, partly because I didn’t want to age prematurely and partly because alcohol was affecting my health. I could feel myself wanting to vomit in the middle of my sleep, no nausea simply the reflex movement. There was no internet then, no Google. I recalled my boss speaking of an airman who had died and left vomit on the ceiling. He wondered aloud how anybody could get vomit up there. I read later that projectile vomiting is a sign of a heart in trouble.
I began to have alcohol withdrawal nightmares soon after I quit drinking. They were always dark scenes with little in the way of a story. I recall a few with salient details. One took place in a cavern with a wide river flowing through it. In another, I was surprised to read a newspaper headline that said I was dead.
The most indelible dream that alcohol withdrawal produced was the dream of the devil-woman. I found myself climbing down a wide set of stairs in darkness. All around me were other people stepping down with trepidation. I couldn’t see but sensed there were bodies in sacks, they moved along the ground wriggling and inching forward underfoot.
On a lower level, I could see a woman sitting at a desk. The woman was very attractive, she looked like Kim Kardashian. She had a makeup compact in front of her. She did not inspire any sexual desire. What she inspired was a sense of unrelenting fear. One fellow became so frightened that he ran back up the stairs. This made the woman laugh.
Everybody else continued going down the stairs. I understood that these people had signed a pact with her. They had gotten what they wanted in life and now they were here in the darkness; unable to see the faces of those around them. Yet they could see her, a seductive looking woman they had lusted after in life. Now that they faced eternity by her side, they were filled with loathing and fear.
“…Yet they could see her, a seductive looking woman they had lusted after in life. Now that they faced eternity by her side, they were filled with loathing and fear…”
Yep, that’s my `ex’ alright.
You were a wise man to get out. Good for you EC.
Now that’s scary.
V V, thx 4 posting the music vid. I have the tune in a music library & hear it often enough.
EC, had I known of the bad reminder it triggers for you, my attempt at humor and fitting in a song to the topic would have been skipped. Your tale is an interesting, personal thing to relate.
Commendable, for quitting cold turkey so long ago and sticking with it.
My bro did the same, and saved his marriage, besides extending his life.
I still indulge occasionally, but have drastically curtailed it from becoming the obnoxious drunk.
When under the influence, I try to limit rambling communication emails / texts / comments.
We all probably have some vice related stories and regrets, besides a haunting or two from the past.
My take is, those experiences leave their mark. The wiser ones have learned lessons from them.
Stay well and healthy.
sudsy, nothing triggers any bad stuff with me. I’m I troll, I trigger others. Thanks for your friendship!
Back at ya.
That is a really good story.. Love the imagery..
I was watching the Spanish movie original version of Vanilla Sky. It gave me the creeps and I went to bed early. I had forgotten most of it except the story line which is very similar to the themes in the Matrix – life is a dream.
Except in the Matrix, Neo has no wife, he has a love interest but it seems one-sided. In Open Your Eyes, the guy has a love interest; Penelope Cruz (who in real life is the wife of No Country’s villain – Anton Chigurh)
That theme comes up in No Country. (I’m sure of that but I blanked out, lost my train of thought.) That movie ends with a scene where Sheriff Bell recounts a dream with interesting imagery.
I can’t imagine what Trump shares with Melania. You watch the sheriff sharing a vivid dream and his wife listens to him as he grapples with the meaning hidden in the story.
Then I think of the Indian in the Green Mile who reflects on the young wife he once had when he was 18.
A wife is a vessel that you pour yourself into until she knows more about you than you will ever know.