The Week That Perished
From California to Lebanon, a guided tour of the week's best!
This week:
Israel has a ball,
A dachshund bares it all.
Libertarians take a NAP,
Beans sit on crap,
And blacks steal postmortem scrap.
The Week That Perished
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Quick rant…
I got slaughtered with unsubs following last week’s essay about photography and my porn girl. Worst exodus yet. You preening moralists do know that I brought porn girl into my house to get her out of porn, right? Not to make porn. And then I let her teen brother move in because he needed a kidney transplant and his single mom couldn’t keep him off drugs in rural NE (you have to test clean for six months before most transplants are allowed).
Having Kera, her brother, my elderly dad, Sid the dog, and Smacky the feral cat in the house gave me, for the first time, the feeling of what my life would’ve been like had I gone the family route. And after the novelty wore off, it confirmed the wisdom of my decision not to do so.
And yes, we kept the brother clean, and he got the transplant.
Still, shows you how much good my “good deeds” do. I post about Kera and half my Substack subs flee. Might as well clean house of the other bluehairs with this week’s featured illustration, “Hezbollah testicle blown to Heaven.”
Based on my open rate, I get the feeling I’m writing for the same ten people every week.
Bright side, you’re a chatty ten! You keep the comments section lively, and I thank you for that.
A Twitter share wouldn’t hurt, though!
Or at least a beer.
Dave tells Holocaust truths, gets his ass beat, porch catches on fire.
Dave fakes his own demise.
Dave gets betrayed, by a female.
Dave then is ostracized, banned, blacklisted, banished into outer darkness.
Dave subsequently ends up on Takimag & Substack: WHEEE!!! I'm FREEEE !!!!
The easily offended dutifully UNTHUBSCRIBE en masse, because Dave is, in fact, a humanitarian.
Dave can't catch a break, yet he still lives, and writes, giving his loyal readers much joy and food for thought.
Dave's saga continues . . .
Thank you for helping these kids out, you tried your best and it is a lot more than your critics have probably done for anyone in their lives. So glad you call them out when they leave, good riddance. At least you know what it takes to be a real friend to someone. It is rare to find someone like that in this world. I would share on Twitter but I make a point of going in there for less than 5 minutes but will repost the next time I am there.