Finally gets its own plane.
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To date, this is how the very few interactions I've had with Never Trumpers have gone, because I want to talk about the Befor...
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It's been over for a long time now. The zombie Right now exists in a continuous state of aggressively rejecting basic observable ...
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"This was the view through the Galactic centre from which they were travelling, and indeed had been travelling for years, at a speed that he couldn't quite remember at the moment, but he knew it was terribly fast. It was something approaching the speed of something or other, or was it three times the speed of something else? Jolly impressive anyway. He peered into the bright distance behind the ship, looking for something. He did this every few minutes or so, but never found what he was looking for. He didn't let it worry him though. The scientist chaps had been very insistent that everything was going to be perfectly all right providing nobody panicked and everybody got on and did their bit in an orderly fashion."
Don't panic, but I can't find my towel.
Still,
Not enough leg room. The fat person next to me has half of my seat and the complimentary peanuts are no longer.
Most of all, it is so frustrating to put in weeks of press reporting on a candidate every day (all day) following at their coat tails. Once it all is compiled for the press release. Trump scratches his nether region and my weeks of work is drowned to death in the frantic coverage of which magnificent hand the Donald scratched with.
If the country is really divided 50/50 or even 40/60, any for-profit media company faces a substantial loss in revenue by any appearance of choosing sides. So why are we surprised when the media describes the beautiful clothes that the emperor is wearing?
Well, if we're going to dip into the deep well of Douglas Adams, the press plane:
It was a ship of classic, simple design, like a flattened salmon, twenty yards long, very clean, very sleek. There was just one remarkable thing about it.
"It's so... black!" said Ford Prefect. "You can hardly make out its shape... light just seems to fall into it!"
The blackness of it was so extreme that it was almost impossible to tell how close you were standing to it.
"Your eyes just slide off it..." said Ford in wonder.
"Of COURSE the B is for Best, silly! Now toddle along & go plant the flag on Shinyland for us & make everyone proud of you."
Well, as a professional telephone sanitizer, I'm insulted.
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