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Path: ...!news.roellig-ltd.de!open-news-network.org!weretis.net!feeder8.news.weretis.net!eternal-september.org!feeder3.eternal-september.org!news.eternal-september.org!.POSTED!not-for-mail From: Titus G <noone@nowhere.com> Newsgroups: rec.arts.sf.written Subject: Re: Whoops! The Atlantic Makes Trump Look EPIC In Cover Intended as a Smear Date: Mon, 16 Sep 2024 17:57:39 +1200 Organization: A noiseless patient Spider Lines: 30 Message-ID: <vc8hcj$2m25s$1@dont-email.me> References: <20240913a@crcomp.net> <cicbejl8f1hppk447ao6jq1n295sj386f1@4ax.com> <pcgeejhh5j013bn1iqo15i5cod7267j15j@4ax.com> <20240915a@crcomp.net> Reply-To: noone@nowhere.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=UTF-8 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Injection-Date: Mon, 16 Sep 2024 07:57:40 +0200 (CEST) Injection-Info: dont-email.me; posting-host="ce2dd16d1907e97b9ad33e3aca20b32b"; logging-data="2820284"; mail-complaints-to="abuse@eternal-september.org"; posting-account="U2FsdGVkX18i3FLnPYvmJLdId1AM7adp" User-Agent: Mozilla/5.0 (X11; Linux x86_64; rv:102.0) Gecko/20100101 Thunderbird/102.11.0 Cancel-Lock: sha1:KIv3BY1aFi17fDogfbELsaKalXU= In-Reply-To: <20240915a@crcomp.net> Content-Language: en-AU Bytes: 2139 On 16/09/24 14:02, Don wrote: > The Horny Goat wrote: >> Paul S Person wrote: >> >>> I don't recall Trump holding a whip in his fist after being shot. >> >> I don't recall much being made of the assassination attempt in the >> debate at all frankly especially not by the heavily Dem leaning ABC >> crew. > > Another assassination attempt?!?! > > The State, Deep in the bowels of hell, acts as though Trump can > singlehandedly reverse centuries of sociological ratcheting. > > ObSF: > > "Flow my Tears" the Francis "Shakespeare" Bacon said. > I don't understand, but then I only understand really twisted PK Dick for only a short time after reading. Flow, my tears, fall from your springs, Exiled for ever, let me mourn Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings, There let me live forlorn. Unknown. (Perhaps, Constable Bacon.)