Michael Moore also correctly predicted Trump’s win in 2016 – against common judgment and political punditry. Photograph: Gary Calton/The ObserverFor the past month, Academy Award-winning documentary maker Michael Moore has been emailing out a daily missive, Mike’s Midterm Tsunami of Truth, on why he believes Democrats will win big in America’s midterm elections next month.
I had dinner last night with a couple who have two Teslas.
They’re not sure they’d get another one. They love the cars, they can’t stop testifying, but they don’t love Elon Musk.
How could we hear commentators bloviate for months over Musk’s acquisition of Twitter and none talk about the consequences of him actually owning the service? How come everybody with an expert opinion couldn’t see that advertisers would balk and pull their spots?
Musk is in the process of destroying the company, literally, it’s on the road to bankruptcy, and it’s completely his fault.
And it’s all about content moderation
Every night after dinner, Harold goes to a secluded garden behind the Center to sit and ponder his accomplishments and long life.
One evening, Mildred, age 87, wanders into the garden. They begin to chat and before they know it, several hours have passed.
After a short lull in their conversation, Harold turns to Mildred and asks, “Do you know what I miss most of all?”
She asks, “What?”
“Sex!!” he replies.
Mildred exclaims, “Why you old fart. You couldn't get it up if I held a gun to your head!”
“I know,” Harold says, “but it would be nice if a woman could just hold it for a while.”
“Well, I can oblige,” says Mildred, who unzips his trousers, removes his manhood and proceeds to hold it. Afterward, they agree to meet secretly each night in the garden where they would sit and talk and Mildred would hold Harold's manhood.
Then one night Harold didn't show up at their usual meeting place. Alarmed, Mildred decided to find Harold and make sure he was O.K.
She walked around the Old Folks Home where she found him sitting by the pool with Ethel, another female resident, who was holding Harold's manhood!
Furious, Mildred yelled, “You two-timing son-of-a-bitch! What does Ethel have that I don't have?”
Old Harold smiled happily and replied, “Parkinson's.”
Ma was in the kitchen fiddling around when she hollers out , " Pa ! You need to go out and fix the outhouse !"
Pa replies , " There ain't nuthin wrong with the outhouse ."
Ma yells back , " Yes there is, now git out there and fix it ."
So Pa mosies out to the outhouse, looks around and yells back , " Ma ! There ain't nuthin wrong with the outhouse !"
Ma replies, " Stick yur head in the hole !"
Pa yells back, " I ain't stickin my head in that hole !"
Ma says, " Ya have to stick yur head in the hole to see what to fix ."
So with that, Pa sticks his head in the hole , looks around and yells back , " Ma ! There ain't nuthin wrong with this outhouse !"
Ma hollers back, " Now take your head out of the hole !"
Pa proceeds to pull his head out of the hole, then starts yelling , " Ma ! Help ! My beard is stuck in the cracks in the toilet seat !"
To which Ma replies, " Hurts , don't it ?"
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