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Universal Income for all Surviving Corvid Victims

18 Saturday Apr 2020

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Uncategorized

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Posted on Apr 17, 2020 at Plums of Norm … by Norm de Plum

The initial outrage of journalists has been replaced by their jingoistic admiration for the government’s tardy adoption of the inevitable.

Safely ensconced in my quarantine station, I am isolated from the passing of reality.

As I look out of my window a congress ravens battles on the lawn. In their unkindness the corvids squabble for the right to nothing in particular.

The notorious Canberra bubble has taken over the newsfeed. Despite the assurances that these matters are of no public interest, everyhour there is a govermental announcing more of the same.

Mumbling attempts to reassuring a confused public become new gaffes by a government that was blatantly unprepared for the inevitable pandemics. Miscommunications that beget further miscommunications of vital importance.

Whilst it is refreshing that the government’s delusions of control have finally been replaced by a recognition that there are known unknowns about the coronavirus, there still seems to be no clear plan. Instead of managing the unknowns they are obscured by a malaise of positivity. Our glasses are only half-full with the virus and with eyes wide shut the news feed concentrates on the crisis as the only game in town.

When newsreaders are not promoting the viral content they have uncritically purloined from social media, journalists drool a shallow veneer of reporting over serious opportunities to improve society.

Flattening the curve is illustrated by misleading graphics where the area under the curve is reduced rather than retained with the reduction of the slopes. There is no illustration of the infections continuing into the unknown ifs. If a vaccine is developed in 18 months, if anti-viral treatments become available to the rich and famous, if the virus mutates, if the infection rates change with the onset of winter . . .

Instead there is an allusion to how this curve may diminish to nothing due to the valiant efforts of a prime minister who is only concerned with the health of business because the peoples’ health is the responsibility of the states.

Even if the virus was by some pentacostal miracle eliminated from this country; it would still be lurking in the rest of the world, awaiting the opportunity to hop back in on the back of a cane toad or fall army worm. The final solution to this crisis would seem to lie beyond this shortsighted vision that ignores the roiling wrestle of competing factors.

Now we are asked to believe that the government is working on a plan for recovery. This is the same government that suspended their responsibility for any economic planning and management of the country’s budget for at least six months, because it was unrealistic in this crisis where they could not understand the contributing factors!

This plan, being concocted with the reassuring elastic title of Snapping Back, will be a transition to the self-contradictory ‘New Normal’. The goal of this plan appears to be a plan to ensure that the new bosses will be the same as the old bosses and the new solutions will be the same as the old solutions.

Once the crisis is over, the emergency measures will wind back. The unemployed will once again be supported by reducing their benefits and be crushed under the jackboot of indifferent contempt. The divine right to ‘have a go’ at the weak and vulnerable will be restored to the shrine of perpetual growth of GDP.

The populace is being prepared for a ‘new normal’ that is the ‘same abnormal’ despite the obvious contradictions with current actions where the sickness of capitalism is being cured by the socialist solutions that they previously decried as unworkable.

Deficit spending disproves the lies of debt reduction. Intervention in the free market directs and subsidises unviable industries. Extra payments are doled out to workers and unemployed. Accommodation is provided to the homeless. The efficiency dividends that restricted health services are reversed . . .

These actions demonstrate a real ‘new normal’ is possible. It points to a society based upon a guaranteed universal income. Indeed, it would appear that if a universal income was in place then many of the extensive emergency business compensations would be unnecessary, because failure in free market competition underwritten by a guarantee to sustain the citizenry.  

Simply put, those who chose to pursue their dreams of doing business take a calculated risk where they can resolve the situation by changing, closing or mothballing the business. Those who don’t dream of the dancing dollars will have more time to reinforce a genuine community health. They may choose to pursue research, education, art, assisting neighbours, work for community, crafts, DIY, etc.

Universal income provides a transition from a world where people are crippled to a narrow view of self-worth based upon the prestigious shimmer of dollars that cloak their employment and the quantum of baseless adoration from uninformed strangers. Through implementing this people will have more resilient mental health through expanding their attachment to real communities rather than the current band-aid to the failings of the brand of capitalism that is currently marketed as an excuse for no real vision.

The shift from global business to a more local and community focus improves self sufficiency and resilience in times of disruption. It mitigates the risk of shortages due to excessive globalisation and the unproven benefits of free trade.

We are experiencing world-wide shortages due to disruption of the ultra-efficient multi-national supply chain. This may be rare, but it is not the unprecedented black swan event that the commentators claim. We have no control of the decisions of foreign corporates that govern these events; so the government currently mumbles supporting local community without admitting their failure to plan for the risks of globalisation.

Local supply chains may suffer more frequent disruption, but this has less impact, and these disruptions can be alleviated through support from a new global community.

Globalisation based on charity and sharing of expertise and knowledge, not ‘survival of the biggest’, is a basis for a more classical brand of capitalism. Here competition would be appropriately scaled. A small community cannot produce a passenger jet, but it can produce and sell clothing. The overconcentration of capital has created the risk of ‘too big to fail’ bribery, that has raped taxpayers through subsidies to banks, aviation and cars, to name but a few.

Similarly, essential services must be planned under public control. A government that seeks last-minute assurances from business that essential services will be available during a crisis is presenting an opportunity for further extortion of the taxpayer. This crisis has highlighted that the public interest is not served when the privileged and rich are given priority for essential services like medical treatment.

The extended experience of local community and current restriction of travel will naturally lead to a reconsideration of the necessities of tourism. This reconsideration is not served by the shallow promotion ‘holiday domestically’ promotions. These are an interim solution to address the disabled international and cruise market that is a major contributor to the pandemic.

The forced isolation at home may transform desires to do less and be happier where you are as an alternative to lining the pockets of travel companies for the right to trample the world and take a picture of a meal and post it on Facebook. That is without considering the pleasures of addressing climate change and the sustainability of the environment.

A slower form of tourism, based on less travel and longer stays (perhaps even incorporating contribution to the local community) should be encouraged to evolve. Taking a manic tours of a lifetime every year of 100 countries in 100 days can be done in virtual reality to much better effect.

Just as social engineering for the greater good has been necessary to nudge people into social distancing, something similar may be needed to refine community attitudes. The nudges must be transparent and backed by evidence of benefit.

They have worked well in the past to reduce smoking and protect us from AIDS, but  consideration of evidence was notably lacking when the government ignored the recommendations from previous pandemics and sent mixed messages that ignored the warnings of the experts.

The success of the governments obfuscations demonstrates that evidence is only useful to the educated. The fundamental failings of politicians and reporters in interpreting the simplest of statistics is appalling. I am gobsmacked everyday by the bumblings of commentators on the competition between the states on their coronavirus totals. Where the opportunity to educate is quashed by vapid comments about the dire figures of one state compared to another with no consideration of the different populations.

This disproves those who wish to celebrate that there has been a rejuvenation of the much needed scientific evidence-based approach. Instead the evidence is that our leaders previously ignored evidence to develop an effective plan to address the pandemic and provide sufficient capacity in the health-care system. They preferred  to promoted a brand of globalisation with an excessive transmission of goods and people to carry any pathogen to every corner of the planet and beyond.

Critical thinking must be promoted as a basic skill that is refined through life. It is the responsibility of all citizens to develop this as the basis of public interaction. All education and communication should reinforce it.

With critical thinking in place, the preparations for the inevitable next pandemic could not be kicked down the road to promised reviews. We will be able to remember the lessons, learn effectively and prevent promises from evaporating into the convenient ignorance. In such a world the implications of other crises like climate change, automation and sustainability may be transparently and rationally addressed.

Armed with critical thinking the populace might reconsider what, when and how  they want to communicate. Perhaps they want real news rather than a competition with social media over who has the most followers in a rebroadcast the cutest videos of cats forced into isolation. They can communicate with cats, or just to their acquaintances who are genuinely interested, or not at all. Not millions who they have never met.

Instead I hear that there is a necessary ‘conversation’ about issues related to the above. I don’t seem to be involved, and I can never distinguish the ‘having’ from the ‘need to have’ this conversation. Either way nothing happens more than ‘the conversation’ rapidly transitions to the past as a justification for whatever was not discussed.

Will this pandemic achieve as much?

Outside the ravens continue to rave. Their monotonous calls, floating off into the distance as they search of the next vital squabble that defines their existence.

I must check if that cat video has downloaded;

Songs for an uncertain world Volume 4

17 Friday Apr 2020

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Algernon

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Playlist by Algernon

Only the lonely – The Motels

Only the lonely – Roy Orbison

Staying alive – The Bee Gees

I think we’re alone now – Tommy James and The Shondells

Alone with you – Sunnyboys

Head over heels – Tears for fears

Eleanor Rigby – The Beatles

Rappers Delight – The Sugarhill Gang

The other side of town – Curtis Mayfield

All by myself – Celine Dion

That’ll be the day – Buddy Holly

Never Walk Alone – Jerry and the Pacemakers

Blue Bayou – Roy Orbison

Wish you well – Bernard Fanning

Free Range IVF or a Flash in the Pan

16 Thursday Apr 2020

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Uncategorized

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Story and Pic by Emmjay

When was the last time you scored a double yolk ? A scarce even you might agree. But TWO double yolks – for me – unheard of.

And more amazing than that – there was a third breakfast surprise on the following day.

I think Granny can rightfully claim her 15 seconds of fame with three double yolks out of the one batch of eggs.

Note, no bacon or baked beans was harmed in the taking of this photograph.

The Power of Prayer

15 Wednesday Apr 2020

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Emmjay

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Easter Sunday – No Toilet Paper
Easter Monday – Toilet Paper

“It’s a miracle” – Father O’Way rolls back another kidney stone.

Religious Retail Photojournalism by Emmjay.

The Holier than Thou Trinity join forces to defeat the Coronavirus

14 Tuesday Apr 2020

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Ricardo

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Bob Geldof, Bono, Greta Thunberg

Drama from Ricardo

Featuring:

  • Bono
  • Sir Bob Geldof
  • Greetin Thunderbird

And a special guest appearance by Nigel Farage

Scene: The Clarence Hotel in Dublin.

Bono is enjoying a beautiful spring day, scrolling on his Samsung tablet whilst sipping a decaf americano in the bar in The Clarence Hotel in Dublin whilst dreaming about investing in more tax-efficient investments in Lithuania, when in walks His Royal Highness Bob Geldof along with Greta Thornberg.

Bob: Oh hi mate! Mornin’ Paul. Fancy bumping into you here. This has made my day. 

Bono: What the feck do you want coming uninvited into my feckin ho—?

Greetin: How dare you? HOW DARE YOU talk to my hero like that. Do you know who you are tal—

Bono: Who the feck is she?   

Bob: Paul, my grand friend, please just calm down. Please. After all the millions of Euros you have spent on this place, and avoided in tax, you don’t want to waste all that money by having a big hissy fit and scaring all your customers and investors away. 

Bono: Okay. What do yer want? I’ll give ye 2 minutes as my Tax Accountants from Malta and the Netherlands are due to arrive soon. And don’t call me Paul. Only my closest friends and my tax advisors are allowed to call me that. No-one else. 

Bob: Okay. Please forgive me. You seem a bit Edgy this beautiful day. Well what do you want me to call you? Adam?  

Bono: Bono.  BONO.  BONO, yer feckin stupid idjit.

Greetin: Bono? What kinda fookeen name is that? 

Bob: I think it’s the name of an ancient Celtic Chieftain from Wexford who saved Ireland in 60AD from being invaded by a legion of Roman Tax Inspectors.

Bono: Jasus, will yer just the feck up you imbecile and get straight to the feckin point? 

Greetin: How dare you? HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO MY FRIEND LIKE THAT? I’ll have you know he once had an audience with the Pope.     

Bono: I don’t care if he’s had an audience with the CEO of the Dutch Ministry of Taxation. He is starting to—

Bob: Okay guys, please calm down. Well, you’ve heard about this coronavirus? Well, I was hop— 

Greetin pipes in giddily: Coronavirus? Hey guys, I remember spending an all expenses paid month in the presidential suite of a 5 start resort on that idyllic little island last year when circumnavigating the Med in my personal, handmade, solid teak, ozone-friendly, zero carbon footprint yacht. Coronavirus is just off Greece and I remember, with a heavy heart, in fact an even heavier heart  than when I read about that poor giraffe being killed in Copenhagen Zoo then chopped up for food for all the zoo’s carnivores in front of a load of Danish school kids, three quarters of my crew abandoning ship as soon as we got to the harbour saying something about they couldn’t stand listening to my drivel any longer. How dare they talk to me like that? How dare they not support my personal crusade to save the world? How dare—

Bono: Who is this fecking idgit you’ve brought along with you? 

Bob: Sorry Bono. Greta gets a bit carried away at times. She can’t help it, its hardwired into her DNA. She’s Swedish. You know what they’re like as a nation for being hot-blooded, passionate and volatile. Just look at the cars they make. Volvo. Saab. These car marques just ooze hot-tempered Vikings which are liable to go completely and utterly berserk at the drop of a cow-horned helmet. But she’s a good kid. She is singlehandedly fighting to stop climate change. Without people like Greta, we’ll all be bollixed in 10 years’ time.         

Bored witless already, Bono goes back to scrolling on his Samsung tablet when, with an  eruption that would send shivers down the spine of Mount Vesuvius, he exclaims lamentably: Aaarrrgghh Nooooooo. Holy Feckin Tax Havens. Feck and bollix. Footfall in Lithuanian shopping malls has just collapsed all due to this fecking virus.  

Bob sycophantically: Ah, that’s grand Bono as it happily brings me to my request for a tiny, little favour from your truly awesome, philanthropic good self, if you could be so kind as to listen to my humble request.

Bono absentmindedly: First Georgia, then Crimea, then East Ukraine and now a shopping mall in some one horse town in Lithuania.  I bet feckin Putin and his FSB stooges are behind all this. 

Bob: Bono? Sir?

Bono: What were you saying? Sir? Are you now being a smartarse? 

Greetin piously: How dare you? HOW DARE YOU address my climate changing comrade in arms like this? He has a knighthood from the Queen of England. Unlike you. So show Sir Bob some respect.

Bono lurches forward belligerently onto the edge of his 19th century Chesterfield armchair (which, according to the furniture salesman, once comforted the weary buttocks of the great Oscar Wilde) like a demented Irish Wolfhound upon being informed that it resembles a more stupid and shaggy version of Scooby Doo: I would never accept a feckin knighthood from that tax dodging, blood sucking, millionaire parasite. I have my principles and would never betray my working class roots. And as for you yer—      

Bob goes down on bended knees: Dear, dear Bono, please, please, please hear me out. I beg of you. I want to launch a global appeal to raise money to buy protective equipment for all NHS members and I was looking to see if you could make the first donation so we could buy some much needed equipment for all the under-resourced nurses and doctors.  

Bono: INXS? I didn’t realise they were all qualified doctors. Surely they must be loaded if they are all GPs and I bet they all live in Elizabeth Bay. So those tight gets can put their hands into their own pockets and buy their own equipment, as far as I’m concerned.  

Bob: Bono, no— 

Greetin excitedly: Bononos! I came across them on my recent, eco-friendly tour of Central Africa sponsored by Rio Tinto. I stayed in some great 5 star hotels. Though I had to pay for the hotels’ spas and all my evening meals but luckily I was able to use my new American Express Black Card. Did you know— 

Bob: Greta. Shush, please. The NHS is the beleaguered National Health Service in the UK. Plus I would like to raise money for the HSE in Ireland.  

Bono: Right, if yer promise to bugga off within the next 5 minutes. I’ll donate €500 to this noble cause. But on condition that it is called The One BONO is stronger than COVID 19 Trust and it has to be set up in Switzerland.    

Bob: Well, I was humbly hoping that you could donate a bit more than that.  €1 million maybe?

Bono: Look things are a bit tight at the moment. You know all the slums in the banlieue of Paris, full of the downtrodden masses who have been trampled on, chewed up and spat out by the elitist French Establishment under Macron? These lost souls are my brothers. Every moment of every day I feel their pain in La Place de Clichy. I hear their cries of anguish in Grigny. The constant gnashing of teeth in Seine Saint Denis. (Bono starts sobbing whilst mournfully thumping his heart. Meanwhile, Greetin starts asking a drinks waiter how big the Clarence Hotel’s penthouse suite is and could she stay in it for free otherwise she’ll organise a student demo outside the front entrance before the week is out). 

Bono as he gently places his hands on the heads of Bob and Greetin: So I urge you both to reflect for a moment on their lamentable plight, as they struggle to survive life’s vicissitudes from one day to the next, in a society that just doesn’t care, for a moment as I pray for my banlieue brothers. 

Bob: So what is the relevance fo this to my humble request? 

Bono: Just give me a moment whilst I compose myself after thinking about those poor wretches who are cruelly kicked in the guts every day by the blood-sucking millionaires residing in the 16th arrondissement. These outcasts of Paris, who have risked everything for a better life in the land of Equalité, Liberté and Fraternité, from places as diverse as Chad, Mali, Algeria, Syria and presumably Lancashire, live in absolute squalor. Poor sanitation, sub-standard housing, rampant crime, no jobs, drug addictions. The list just goes on and on and it stabs me in the heart just thinking about it. (A tear falls from Bono’s eye like water dripping from a rusty gutter) Do you know it’s common for a family of 6 to share a tiny, cramped, one bedroom flat. It’s’ heart breaking. Ah, and I’ve just bought a 72 bedroom chateau, 32 kilometres away and it’s cost me a bloody fortune. €14.23 million yet it needs a new roof. That will set me back another €175,000. Have you ever had to deal with French tradesmen? Bloody nightmare.

Bob: Shouldn’t the survey have picked up the extensive roof repairs?

Bono: Do you think anyone in their right mind was going to pay €738 for a survey? They obviously thought being a supposed ‘rosbif’, that they could pull the wool over my eyes. Fools.

And you should see how much I have to pay each year in taxe fonciére and taxe d’habitation.

Habitat and Brazil.

Lebanon Pine Tree – build up this bit

Bono: Why should I support all the hospitals in the UK and Ireland? What about all the starving kids in Africa ? (Bono starts a slow clap as though he was at a Leonard Cohen concert) Do you know that every time I clap my hands, a starving kid in Africa dies of malnutrition?

Greetin: Well stop fookeen clapping then.     

Greetin is saved from instant defenestration by her beeping mobile as Bob and Bono are mesmerised by the siren-like cackling on Greetin’s mobile.

Greetin talking excitedly: Oh, hi honey bun. You light up my life just by texting me. How are you baby? How are your boys? And is Harry being a good lad? 

(More cackling on her mobile). What, he still does everything you tell him to, even telling his Grandma to get knotted! That’s wicked.  

(Mirthlike cackling on her mobile) like an obedient little puppy. Hey, that’s awesome. 

(More cackling). But don’t give him too hard a time as I do think you were expecting a bit too much when you demanded that he tell his Granny to ‘go kiss my ginger ass’.  But you must be so happy. 

(Agitated cackling on her mobile). WHAT?? You have to give back your £4 million pound little cottage? And after all that hard work you spent doing it up? 

(Contemptuous cackling). A decrepit old dump built in 1801. I agree, why couldn’t they get you a brand new, 5 bedroom condo overlooking Canary Wharf and within spitting distance of the US and Canadian Embassies? 

(Empathic cackling)  How dare she? HOW DARE SHE throw you out of your marital home, a struggling family with two unemployed and aimless parents. Who does she think she is: the Queen of England?  (more agitated cackling) 

An exasperated Bob: Greta, have you finished yet talking to that self-obsessed, self-promoting bimbo?

(Loud cackling ‘I heard that, asshole’ with a not particularly welcoming invitation to the ‘Judas-like, Fenian stooge of the British Establishment’ to kiss the aforesaid cackler’s ass).   

Greetin: Bob, please, how dare you? HOW DARE YOU listen in to my private conversation? Megs is calling me from Los Angeles despite being destitute and unemployed with a royally unemployable husband in tow. And now the parsimonious President Trump has refused to give them a bodyguard even though she appeared in Suits and she once wrote a letter to Hillary Clinton.

(Annoyed cackling questioning what is going on and why Greetin isn’t giving her, her full, undivided attention when she is speaking)   

Greetin: Sorry babe. Please forgive me. 

(Irate cackling). I agree with you, the Brits have absolutely no class or manners. Though he says he’s Irish. 

(Highly agitated cackling) Yeah, they’re not much better despite their nicer accents. WHAAT? Holy Celsius. You have to pay back the £2.4 million you spent on renovating the cottage? All of it? 

(Panic-stricken cackling) What? You are no longer eligible for funding from the British taxpayers and no further series of Suits are planned? 

(Hysterical cackling) I know, hun, I’m with you sister. I cried my eyes out too when you were interviewed on TV by those evil bastard British tabloid journalists and all you did was opine that you were ‘surviving not thriving’ in your taxpayer funded, £4 million, little, 200 year old hovel. 

(Lawsuit-threatening cackling). I know. I cannot believe they have taken your hard-earned royal title away from you. These disrespectful fookeen Brits don’t recognise Hollywood royalty when they see it. I know a good lawyer in Malmo if you need one. Just look at what he did for Tiger Woods’ ex-wife. 

(Disinterested and disingenuous cackling). Oh me?? Yes, I’m fine thanks. Thanks for caring about me. 

(Utterly disinterested and thoroughly bored mini-cackling) I’m stopping in the Coronarvirus Hotel in Dublin (Bono apoplectically drops his coffee cup) Yes, I know. Funny name for a hotel. May explain why it is empty. 

(Eruption of interested cackling). WOW! Vanity Fair and Vogue want us together on the front covers of their June issues and they will fly me First Class to New York tomorrow? Fantastic. 

(Serious cackling) But why can’t I be in the foreground for one of the photo shoots? 

(Blunt, take no shit cackling). OK, everyone knows that you are a raving beauty and yes, I know that the key to your path for eternal self-enlightenment has always been ‘I want thus I get’. 

(Persuasive, ‘win-win’ cackling) Okay, if you promise to organise free trips to NASA and Disneyworld Florida then I’ll be happy to sit in the background on the photo shoots. But, and please don’t take this the wrong way hun, I’m only trying to help, but I really don’t think ‘I want thus I get’ would be a great brand name for your new range of women’s clothing (cackler hanks up). Hmm, I think she listened to me this time. Oh, how on earth could I survive without 5G? It’s a godsend and—.        

Bono and Bob in unison like a pissed off Foster and Allen: Have you finally finished? Can we continue? How about you switch your phone off?

Greetin: How dare—

Bob: Greta. Be quiet. Get an Apple. 

Bob on a roll: Could you at least spare us €825,000?   

Slaine Castle 

At this point, in strolls Nigel Farage. 

Nigel loudly and ebulliently breezes through the lobby: Bonjour mes amis. Or should I say Achtung Baby? (Nigel laughs manically)

Bob: Oh, no. Not that fooker. 

Nigel: Love your hotel Bozo, old boy. Looks amazing. Did you name it after the Duke of Clarence perchance? You clearly have a head for spotting an opportunity and turning a profit. I wish I could say that I was an entrepreneur. I love your music and was wondering when Clannad were thinking of getting back into the recording studio.      

Trump Toilet Paper – Fail

12 Sunday Apr 2020

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Uncategorized

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… from the Pig’s Arms North Uhmerikan correspondent, Phil Meeup.

Latest product development from the makers of Pig-Tel Hygiene Products inc proves to be a massive failure, arseholes say.

Pig-Tel will recall thousands of rolls of 2 ply product after consumers reported that nothing sticks to Trump Soft. Local area man, Scotty Shu said “This stuff is impervious, man. Nothing sticks to it. And worse, when you try to use it, the print comes off on your ass.”

Pig-Tel executives were tight lipped at this latest in a string of failed products including the Mogger Dish Shoe, the Eye Rack, the Tail-O-Ban, Warren Drugs, iWanka Trump Beauty products and lubricants and the Universal Elf.

Not to mention the Wall.

Wall Street, however sold Trump Soft down the poop shute upon launch and anal lists called the stock price’s run a “dip shit dip.. Pan dits pre-dicked most of the Trump Soft will wind up as blotting paper for the next executive spill in the Wine House.

Housefyre – Briggs and Tim Minchin

11 Saturday Apr 2020

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Olive and Mabel Go Head to Head

11 Saturday Apr 2020

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Songs for an uncertain world Volume 3

10 Friday Apr 2020

Posted by Therese Trouserzoff in Algernon

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Fuck, I thought YOU knew what to do…

Playlist by Algernon

It’s the end of the world as we know it – REM

Ghost town – The Specials

In my room – The Beach boys

Isolation – John Lennon

Stay away from me – The Sylvers

I send a message – INXS

Fever – Peggy Lee

Granma’s hands – Bill Withers

This time – DJ Shadow

Uptown – The Crystals

That loneliness – Jagwar Ma

I am a rock – Simon and Garfunkel

Infected – The The

Message in a bottle – The Police

Songs for an uncertain world Volume 2

03 Friday Apr 2020

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Playlist by Algernon

I just wasn’t made for these times – The Beach Boys

Lovely days – Bill Withers

Under Pressure – Queen with David Bowie

Stand by Me – Ben E King

Mad world – Tears for Fears

Walking on Sunshine – Katrina and the Waves

Paint it black – The Rolling Stones 

All Star – Smash Mouth

Shine on you crazy diamond – Pink Floyd

Uptown funk – Mark Ronson feat. Bruno Mars

I can see clearly now – Johnny Nash

The Horses – Darryl Braithwaite

Were all in this together – Old Crow Medicine Show

Were all in this together – Ben Lee

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