niktemadur

the problem is fear mongering by the likes of Fox

And that’s how you keep rednecks from red states feeling superior… through outright lying.

Back in the Cold War days, Albania was the poorest and most undernourished country in all of Europe, yet the population believed they were the richest.
The method for spreading this type of lie has been adopted and polished by the right-wing propaganda machine.

Who’s doing the work in the fields?
Immigrants, mostly from Latin America.

Blatant hysterical lies do not fall under “news” nor “entertainment”, rather under propaganda.

Halfway between a pizza and a pineapple!

Starshit Poopers

I would like to know more.

I see what you’re saying. But what if we tweak things a little:
Math is real, it is numbers that are invented, the discreet packets in a ruler, a measuring stick. Like an imaginary line in a grid, such as the tropics and equator.

They are incapable of understanding that it is the lack of progressive policies that keep their region a neglected backwater.

I know a Reverend Kolunda reference when I see one.
It’s Insane, This Guy’s Taint:

“Be kind, rewind… re-wind? Who fights the wind?”
“The Windbreaker!”
“Precisely! Let’s go!”

Meth and cousins is what gets the job done in those there parts.

Then the terrible roads must somehow be the fault of "those libruls’, when there’s not a liberal in sight as far as the crow flies for a couple of days at least.

When you turn on Fox News for news about foxes, but turn into a conspiracy theory-following reactionary right-wing imbecile.

HEAR HEAR!

If memory serves, this is in Lake Titicaca?

Perelandra!
I read Out Of The Silent Planet and Perelandra as a boy, enjoyed them.

But I couldn’t make it through That Hideous Strength, I put it down baffled and bored one day, and never picked it up again. Now I’m thinking I was too young for it, particularly growing up so far away from the novel’s setting in England.

The first two novels take place in Mars and Venus, so there’s a sense of adventure. But in That Hideous Strength, the mannerisms and situations and dialogue styles are akin to something like Brideshead Revisited in Oxford and/or Cambridge.

While a British boy might get the whole thing intuitively, I grew up in Mexico, so had no mental compass of that world at that age. It was all as confusing to me then as God Emperor Of Dune was later.

They could integrate something like this in a parkour and/or obstacle course, with one of those wave-making pools.

I Can’t Believe It’s Not Twitter! imitation social network spread.

I’ve yet to see vertical comic strips, those guys deadpanning then cheering, or Batman interrogating The Joker, something-something “I can’t believe I accidentally the Coke bottle”.

Echoes of The Graduate…

“I’ve got one word for you, Benjamin. One word only. Are you listening?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Plastics.”

Meditation is better advice. By which I mean doing the exercises to approach grounding oneself in the present, sensing and feeling things from that perspective, instead of the YESTERDAY and TOMORROW clashing storms inside our minds.
But one can’t just start meditating one day - “from zero to sixty”, so to speak - and expect immediate results. It’s a discipline, like brushing your teeth every day.