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MSNBC - The Brazos (de Dios) River - Arms of God - Will crest at 59' above flood stage Wednesday

Just seen on MSNBC news.

It's already in people's houses and it's going to rise another 10' or more.

For my non-Houston friends- to help you understand the devastation:

Stolen from a friend who stole it from someone else:

Houston is huge. The greater metropolitan area is circled by the Grand Parkway - which is 170 miles long. That makes the area of the circle inside the Grand Parkway over 2200 sq. miles.
2200 square miles of densely habited, urban and suburban, areas is flooded.
Imagine if the entire state of Delaware, with twice the population of Manhattan, was under water.

That's Houston.

It's still raining.

We've finally reached the age of telephone sanitizers

Douglas Adams must be rolling in his grave laughing.

Your Cell Phone Is 10 Times Dirtier Than a Toilet Seat. Here's What to Do About It
Abigail Abrams
Aug 23, 2017


All aboard the B Arc!

I cut the imbecilical chord today - No more cable

Internet + Sling + Roku gave me what I needed; CNN, MSNBC. The rest was gravy.

I cut my bill in half.

Lay of the Last Minstrel, Canto VI (My Native Land) - Sir Walter Scott

Breathes there the man with soul so dead
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned
From wandering on a foreign strand?
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim,
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.

- Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832)

High Lies - A poem originally dedicated to Condi Rice

But now, her mantle has been stripped away by Kelly Anne Conway, The true master of high lies:

(With apologies to John Gillespie Magee)

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of truth,
And cast my lies from crimson-lipsticked lips;
Onward I've lied, and weaved a rambling myth
Of grateful crowds ...and claimed a hundred things
You have not swallowed...weaved, demurred and spun
Fading into sullen silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting media along, and flung
My eager crap through endless streams of wind.
Up, up, the false, delirious flaming lies
I've topped the biggest ones with easy grace
When neither Rove, nor even Cheney could.
And while with soiled, uplifted heels I've trod
The pure untrespassed sanctity of truth...
...put out my hand, and poked the eye of God.

Simple Things

To solve the Afghanistan conflict we need to send a man who knows more than the Generals

Only the Trumpster himself can end the conflict by taking personal control of the troops.

Why send McMaster when Trump knows more about the war than any of them?
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