This is what the end of the pandemic will feel like: that scene in Slaughterhouse Five where the starving but free POWs taste syrup for the first time in years, and one of them starts to cry. “Ravenous gratitude and applause,” Vonnegut called it, and that’s what it’ll be for us. pic.twitter.com/TZ4TG3ecL8
— Warren Kinsella (@kinsellawarren) May 12, 2020
…in Bavaria.
Back in the Summer of ‘39. In, you know, Bavaria. https://t.co/nXJsEQ9QR6
— Warren Kinsella (@kinsellawarren) May 12, 2020
The US 2020 ballot question will be social distancing vs. opening everything up. Or, as we call it up here in Canada, living vs. dying.
— Warren Kinsella (@kinsellawarren) May 11, 2020
Sparky and Billy Bob are back! pic.twitter.com/TuEehKnHYU
— SparkyTheTalkingRat (@RatSparky) May 10, 2020
He was the founding father of punk rock, too.
“Little Richard, Founding Father of Rock Who Broke Musical Barriers, Dead at 87”
RIP.
If so, this is impressive war room work.
It also would be the end of Donald Trump’s last hope.
Developing Quayside wasn’t the bad idea. The bad idea was handing over all the profit and control to people who lived on the Upper West Side and flew in periodically to talk down to those of us in the colonies.
Great opportunity, here, for truly Canadian laborers, developers and thinkers. They need to seize it.
Predicted to a friend yesterday that he’d start the “fake news” chorus within ten days, because he knows he has nothing left to save his political hide.
I was off by nine days.
