Brian Coughlan
@briancoughlan.bsky.social
Wishing, desperately, for a kinder gentler world. So far, blue sky is an improvement on YouTwitFace. Long may it last.
... we all reach into our respective pockets, faces suddenly underlit by a sinister uniform glow.
The bus stops. We get on and one by one we hold our phones against the reader. It beeps.
"Moron, Moron, Moron!" we mumble to each other as we settle in for the journey.
The bus stops. We get on and one by one we hold our phones against the reader. It beeps.
"Moron, Moron, Moron!" we mumble to each other as we settle in for the journey.
December 19, 2024 at 5:20 AM
... we all reach into our respective pockets, faces suddenly underlit by a sinister uniform glow.
The bus stops. We get on and one by one we hold our phones against the reader. It beeps.
"Moron, Moron, Moron!" we mumble to each other as we settle in for the journey.
The bus stops. We get on and one by one we hold our phones against the reader. It beeps.
"Moron, Moron, Moron!" we mumble to each other as we settle in for the journey.
Stocky, thickset men. Two of them. Moving quickly and quietly, they step from the deep shadows the light can't reach into the road. Behind them, maybe 150 meters, the lights of a vehicle appear and they quicken their pace.
They're across the road now, almost on me. In a single fluid movement ...
They're across the road now, almost on me. In a single fluid movement ...
December 19, 2024 at 5:19 AM
Stocky, thickset men. Two of them. Moving quickly and quietly, they step from the deep shadows the light can't reach into the road. Behind them, maybe 150 meters, the lights of a vehicle appear and they quicken their pace.
They're across the road now, almost on me. In a single fluid movement ...
They're across the road now, almost on me. In a single fluid movement ...
So there you have it.
A drunk in a bus station in Sweden has more sense than the American Electorate.
A drunk in a bus station in Sweden has more sense than the American Electorate.
November 18, 2024 at 11:33 AM
So there you have it.
A drunk in a bus station in Sweden has more sense than the American Electorate.
A drunk in a bus station in Sweden has more sense than the American Electorate.
I affirmed that, indeed, it was that very gate. Leaning in and breathing fumes in my face she whispered ... "are you sure"? Once again I affirmed that I was.
She decohered on the bench beside me and without preamble or prompting of any kind, she wheezed sadly (in Swedish), "Fucking Trump."
She decohered on the bench beside me and without preamble or prompting of any kind, she wheezed sadly (in Swedish), "Fucking Trump."
November 18, 2024 at 11:32 AM
I affirmed that, indeed, it was that very gate. Leaning in and breathing fumes in my face she whispered ... "are you sure"? Once again I affirmed that I was.
She decohered on the bench beside me and without preamble or prompting of any kind, she wheezed sadly (in Swedish), "Fucking Trump."
She decohered on the bench beside me and without preamble or prompting of any kind, she wheezed sadly (in Swedish), "Fucking Trump."