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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: franksolich on July 24, 2010, 06:58:00 PM
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http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=336x5904
Oh my.
Okay, okay, so this campfire's a couple of weeks old, but one so rarely enjoys an opportunity to show off the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive.
I swear, both Chief S itting Bull and the bitter old Vermontese cali primitive, even though they're on Skins's island a great deal, are difficult to "search," given that the real Redstone is a prominent media personality and "cali" leads one to all things Californian. If these two primitives in particular were easier to find, franksolich with his public-relations flair, would've made them superstars a long time ago.
As it is, franksolich just beaches the boat on Skins's island and looks around, hoping to spot them.
My thanks to Shadeaux who found this.
Redstone Donating Member (1000+ posts) Sat Jul-10-10 10:20 PM
CHIEF S ITTING BULL, THE BIRD-SMACKING STONED RED-FACED PRIMITIVE
Original message
Anyone else have a spouse / SO who accuses you of drinking,
when you're not, but your spouse / SO is doing so their ownself?
Your thoughts and comments would be greatly appreciated.
Rhiannon12866 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Tue Jul-13-10 05:20 AM
Response to Original message
1. God, yes, all of the time...
My housemate/friend frequently says "you smell like alcohol." I have a year sober, as of April, so it really gets on my nerves. It's been a hard road, took me awhile to get it, went to AA for a good six months before I finally quit drinking completely, and it's also true that I didn't own up to it when I had been, but comments/accusations like this, when I've accomplished what I have, though some days are still rough, certainly don't help...
And my mother did the same thing, which is closer to what you describe. She would nag me about my drinking, even accuse me of drinking her wine, brandy, etc., when she could hardly see straight, herself, though that could certainly explain it...
As for my SO, he would say that he could "handle it," while I could not, but that's a whole other story.
The above's the whole entire campfire.
Chief S itting Bull used to draw better than this; one wonders what's up.
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Denial. Only thing I can think of. If you don't discuss it, you don't have to deal with it.
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If it's what she needs to temporarily forget about being married to a girly-male, then who can blame her.
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If it's what she needs to temporarily forget about being married to a girly-male, then who can blame her.
Chief S itting Bull has always been a source of utter fascination to me.
In fact, the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive is, arguably, the primitive who intrigues franksolich the most.
As the whole world knows, because Chief S itting Bull advertised it himself, the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive is up against a continually-progressive neuro-muscular deterioration. It's very sad, and one wishes it were otherwise, but excresence happens. One accepts, adapts, and moves on, as that is all one can do.
Chief S itting Bull is 60 years old, and now lives in Connecticut, having moved there from northeastern Massachusetts--that is, he's still in Connecticut if he hasn't been evicted again, or if the Internal Revenue Service hasn't been checking on his "business" tax-deductions lately.
The reason franksolich finds the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive so interesting is that, well, Chief S itting Bull has this progressive deteriorative ailment that's rendering him weaker and more helpless, and for some reason invisible to franksolich, the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive appears to think the best way of dealing with it is by more anger, more rage, more Hate, more resentment, more temper-tantruming, more physical violence, more rampages, more spittle.....directed against "targets" (i.e., George Bush, Republicans, conservatives, &c., &c., &c.) that have nothing to do with his acquisition of the debilitating ailment.
I dunno if that's going to work to ameliorate things for Chief S itting Bull.
At least I've never seen it work myself.
It's utterly fascinating, watching the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive.
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If she's married to Redstone, it's perfectly understandable. Not laudable as coping strategies go, of course, but understandable.
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What is the significance of the space in 'S itting'?
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What is the significance of the space in 'S itting'?
There's a letter missing. (http://www.conservativecave.com/Themes/babylon/images/post/wink.gif)
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That would explain it. If frank wasn't so modest with his ways, I wouldn't have been scratching my head all day long and being too embarrassed to ask what it meant. :thatsright:
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That would explain it. If frank wasn't so modest with his ways, I wouldn't have been scratching my head all day long and being too embarrassed to ask what it meant. :thatsright:
What happens is the keyboard once in a while skips a letter.
Usually the "h" letter.
And since I type so fast, by the time I notice the error, I figure, aw, let it go, because it's too much trouble to correct.
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Chief S itting Bull has always been a source of utter fascination to me.
In fact, the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive is, arguably, the primitive who intrigues franksolich the most.
As the whole world knows, because Chief S itting Bull advertised it himself, the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive is up against a continually-progressive neuro-muscular deterioration. It's very sad, and one wishes it were otherwise, but excresence happens. One accepts, adapts, and moves on, as that is all one can do.
Chief S itting Bull is 60 years old, and now lives in Connecticut, having moved there from northeastern Massachusetts--that is, he's still in Connecticut if he hasn't been evicted again, or if the Internal Revenue Service hasn't been checking on his "business" tax-deductions lately.
The reason franksolich finds the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive so interesting is that, well, Chief S itting Bull has this progressive deteriorative ailment that's rendering him weaker and more helpless, and for some reason invisible to franksolich, the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive appears to think the best way of dealing with it is by more anger, more rage, more Hate, more resentment, more temper-tantruming, more physical violence, more rampages, more spittle.....directed against "targets" (i.e., George Bush, Republicans, conservatives, &c., &c., &c.) that have nothing to do with his acquisition of the debilitating ailment.
I dunno if that's going to work to ameliorate things for Chief S itting Bull.
At least I've never seen it work myself.
It's utterly fascinating, watching the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive.
The red-faced primitive is his own worst enemy. It is just that simple and personally, I enjoy his demise at his own hands.
Hear that DUmmy lurkers, your stupidity is by YOUR own design.
It's a Darwin thing...
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The red-faced primitive is his own worst enemy.
Of course he is.
For obvious reasons (or perhaps not so obvious), I've always been interested in the ways people deal with loss.
(Not that I myself ever "lost" anything; there's just some things I never "had," and never having had them, there's no feeling of loss regarding them.)
So here we have a primitive, once young, virile, strong, healthy, agile, and resilient.....now dealing with a wasting, debilitating condition. In a few more years, his wife is going to have to wipe his ass for him.
I assure you the increased secretions of the lachrymal glands here are wholly sincere and genuine.
It's very sad.
But I remain rather dubious about the means Chief S itting Bull is using, to ameliorate his condition, to make life gentler and easier for himself.
Somehow, to me, flying off the handle every quarter-hour at the least little thing (and at the wrong "targets"), doesn't seem the best way to make things better for himself.
I could be wrong, but I don't think I am.
modified by franksolich to change "never" to "ever;" I'm not awake yet. Sorry for the inconvenience. Carry on.
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The hatred has become his hobby, Frank. The disease has robbed him of his previous life pursuits.
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"bump" in memory of Redstone.