Dear KMAG: 20241007 Joe Biden Didn’t Win ❀ Open Topic


Joe Biden didn’t win. This is our Real President:

AND our beautiful REALFLOTUS.


This Stormwatch Monday Open Thread remains open – VERY OPEN – a place for everybody to post whatever they feel they would like to tell the White Hats, and the rest of the MAGA/KAG/KMAG world (with KMAG being a bit of both).

And yes, it’s Monday…again.

But we WILL get through it!

We will always remember Wheatie,

Pray for Trump,

Yet have fun,

and HOLD ON when things get crazy!


We will follow the RULES of civility that Wheatie left for us:

Wheatie’s Rules:

  1. No food fights.
  2. No running with scissors.
  3. If you bring snacks, bring enough for everyone.

And while we engage in vigorous free speech, we will remember Wheatie’s advice on civility, non-violence, and site unity:

“We’re on the same side here so let’s not engage in friendly fire.”

“Let’s not give the odious Internet Censors a reason to shut down this precious haven that Wolf has created for us.”

If this site gets shut down, please remember various ways to get back in touch with the rest of the gang:

Our beloved country is under Occupation by hostile forces.

Daily outrage and epic phuckery abound.

We can give in to despair…or we can be defiant and fight back in any way that we can.

Joe Biden didn’t win.

And we will keep saying Joe Biden didn’t win until we get His Fraudulency out of our White House.


Wolfie’s Wheatie’s Word of the Week:

ultramontane

adjective

  • south of the Alps
  • supporting the Pope
  • of or relating to peoples or regions lying beyond the mountains, especially the Alps
  • supporting the authority of the papal court over national or diocesan authority
  • relating to or supporting the doctrine of papal supremacy
  • literally – “beyond the mountains”

Shown in a picture – sort of

All hail the Cthulhu plushie!


MUSIC!

Some interesting period music for a role-playing game related to the Lovecraft story…..

But if that’s not your bag, try this mountain music – supposedly the first ever film of Appalachian music – which was recorded on October 7, 1928 – and posted to the internet on October 7, 2021.

Here for your enjoyment on October 7, 2024.

Good stuff! And speaking of stuff…..


THE STUFF

Did you know that – in addition to the speed of light – there is a “55 mph truck speed” that protons have to deal with?

Steve prepared you for this video. Enjoy!

Hmmmmm…….

Just sayin’!

And remember…….

Until victory, have faith!

And trust the big plan, too!

And as always….

ENJOY THE SHOW

W


PS – Wishing the people of Israel peace and safety on this day of infamy.

We Don't Have To Eat Them Now

a guest post by Wolf’s dear hibernophile sister Fox Moon

Just play the video and read the words.

W


https://youtu.be/zxjvNUNXhkU

I proclaim it loud and clear
I proclaim it now and here
God be praised and bless the men
Women, grannies, dear children
Whoever in the hell it be
Who gave this song to you and me

Twas a lad named dear Cthulhu
Who gave its tune to me and you
Twas a dream, I swear it be
That gave this line to you and me:
We don’t have to eat them now
Let them live and grow somehow

Fields a-burstin’ with their pride
Be there shame if any died
Turn the bitter Kool-Aid down
Let not man nor baby frown
We don’t have to eat them now
Let them live and grow somehow

When I saw dear girl’s lament
Babies’ blood to be our rent
I tore my pockets, thanking God
Greatest op of dear Mossad
We don’t have to eat them now
Let them live and grow somehow

For twas clear this mad appeal
Born to kill the Green New Deal
Came from somewhere high above
Born of God’s eternal love
We don’t have to eat them now
Let them live and grow somehow

For though it might be CIA
Or Putin’s girls in their sweet way
We shan’t be picky who it was
Whose hand that devil’s work undoes
We don’t have to eat them now
Let them live and grow somehow

So praise all spies and saboteurs
Stealthy girl provocateurs
Those who made my own life hell
But saved our babies good and well
We don’t have to eat them now
Let them live and grow somehow

A million years, or maybe two
There’s no rush, I dare tell you
For God constructs where others steal
And fool us with their Green New Deal
We don’t have to eat them now
Let them live and grow somehow

A viper’s plan as Irish spring
A devil’s trick as papal thing
Let Tree of Life bring huggers down
Let babies smile, their buggers frown
We don’t have to eat them now
Let them live and grow somehow

And thus I bid you now good bye
And walk off into fields of rye
And leave you with this sage advice
That Earth shall bloom as long there’s rice
We don’t have to eat them now
Let them live and grow somehow.

-Fox Moon (borrowing Wheatie Warrior’s avatar)