A blog about whatever is going on in the life and/or mind of Paul Tannahill. You have been warned.
Tuesday, January 31, 2017
Thursday, January 26, 2017
Sunday, January 15, 2017
Saturday, January 14, 2017
GET OUT NOW
"I’m proud of the fact… we are probably the first administration in modern history that hasn't had a major scandal in the White House."
~ Barack Obama
Uhhh… no. Go. Just GO
~ Barack Obama
Uhhh… no. Go. Just GO
Thursday, January 12, 2017
Statism: The Most Dangerous Religion
"Humanity wasn't meant to be a domesticated species owned by a ruling class."
Tuesday, January 10, 2017
Self-Importance Defined
"Hollywood is, simply put, the base of the entire modern American culture. It is the foundation of the country, so to speak, the glue that’s holding it together."
~ Spokesperson for a group of Hollywood celebrities threatening a “massive, all-round Hollywood strike” unless Donald Trump resigns.
~ Spokesperson for a group of Hollywood celebrities threatening a “massive, all-round Hollywood strike” unless Donald Trump resigns.
Sunday, January 08, 2017
Letter to Hollywood
Dear Hollywood celebrities and actors:
You only have one job to do: to entertain me. That’s it.
You make your living pretending to be someone else, playing dress-up like a 6 year old in a make-believe world in front of a camera. Your entire livelihood depends on my patronage.
I’ll crank the organ grinder; you dance.
I don’t really care where you stand on issues. You see, you aren’t real. I turn off my TV or shut down my computer, and you cease to exist in my world. Once I am done with you, I can put you back in your little box until I want you to entertain me again. You need to realize that the only words of yours that matter are scripted and rehearsed, and understood to be for pretend.
In my world, you exist solely for my entertainment. And when you use your purchased influence to peddle whatever silly ideas you and your cronies have dreamed up inside your bubble, that makes me want to just keep you in the box, locked away perpetually.
So, shut your word hole and dance, monkey!
You only have one job to do: to entertain me. That’s it.
You make your living pretending to be someone else, playing dress-up like a 6 year old in a make-believe world in front of a camera. Your entire livelihood depends on my patronage.
I’ll crank the organ grinder; you dance.
I don’t really care where you stand on issues. You see, you aren’t real. I turn off my TV or shut down my computer, and you cease to exist in my world. Once I am done with you, I can put you back in your little box until I want you to entertain me again. You need to realize that the only words of yours that matter are scripted and rehearsed, and understood to be for pretend.
In my world, you exist solely for my entertainment. And when you use your purchased influence to peddle whatever silly ideas you and your cronies have dreamed up inside your bubble, that makes me want to just keep you in the box, locked away perpetually.
So, shut your word hole and dance, monkey!
Friday, January 06, 2017
Thursday, January 05, 2017
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