Trump is shot, tackled by SS agents, yet then stands, defiant, with fist high, and 52 hours later, walks into the Republican Convention to thunderous applause. Is there anything that can stop this man, who loves his country? Does he get your vote?

But you’re being rude, honey. Such hypomanic antics are hard to take for people who have not yet abandoned the time-space continuum, let go the notion of reality or the circadian rhythms that help keep the dull roar of the low spark, backbeat and downside of human nature at bay, and in short, outbursts like yours piss off the sane. Comparatively reasonable pilgrims who are here to work are already underrepresented among your sundry folke now. You learned that by example, watching Congress taking its month-long smoke breaks, so not all your fault, but still. The few, the proud, the ones among you who can stomach the process un-doped for the sake of their constituents are constitutionally susceptible to being accosted by media, hustled from elbow to elbow like bouncers shift deaf drunks and then, when they least can stand it, ragged on and their work undone by fools claiming to be on their same side.

Now fix your lipstick. Straighten that big old hat. Pace yourself. You'll need to be fresh tomorrow if you want to see the elephants. They fly them in. I swear! You can’t miss it! They’re not fu¢king around, pardon my Fren¢h, but they came to win and they’ve got the war chest, right? Attagirl. If you’ve got it, rub people’s noses in it. Don't worry. You picked the right side. And a lot of these men aren’t just here for the politics, if you know what I mean.

You can hear a pin drop.

If Russia needs the resources to fund the war in Ukraine, why doesn’t it throw open its doors to visa free western tourism? Enough people would be interested, & it would start to get some hard currency as €, CHF, £, SEK, $, JPY in the tills at shops.

(We all also know in her natural setting she would have said “fucked” rather than “messed,” and it took an effort, so props from her party for the greater good. When you're right you’re right, church lady, despite the grand scheme being so very wrong.

Meanwhile back in my brain: There’s a kind of hush all over the world tonight. All over the world. The sound of smiles freezing on people's faces.

So turn in early tonight and let sleep knit up the ravel’d sleeve of care. I can see how hard you care, and I care about you too, my wackjob sister. Good night for now and your country thanks you in advance, Madam, for your service.

How conservative the Japanese people really is? And the government?

But let’s talk about you. Unless I'm mistaken, you’re the spitting image of a lady who was interviewed on TV last night milking her 15 seconds of fame, whose astute yet third-grade-accessible eloquence so curdled my core that I grabbed the first thing handy, a sleeping cat’s belly, and I wrote it down verbatim: “Oh, he’s already won because of the attempt on his life. They just messed up.”

Oh, for the love of money. The only part of this breast-beating exhortation that remotely wants to ask anything is at the end, and it has a lot of nerve wanting to ask something that is none of its business.

It sounds like your usual morning Adderall is on board but late arriving, and is chasing the tail of last night’s Molly. Still seeing a trail or two, amirite? Well, slap on a maxipad and push Gatorade, seriously. That’s what the anchorwomen do. Didn't we talk in the stairwell last night, which you mistook for a washroom, where you were puking your guts out and blindly scrabbling around searching your body for your undies? Yes, if it was you, I vaguely remember holding your hair back and making sure you didn’t hurl on your phone. OMG, if you had ruined those selfies. I know I would never have forgiven myself. Once in a lifetime photo opp. Worth a dozen long lens pix of the wall around Mar-a-lago.

The U.S. hasn’t seen a new confirmed human bird flu case in nearly 4 months — why? - Yahoo

Oh no she didn’t.

My good woman, pretend you are Mother Teresa or Tammy Faye or Tammy Wynette. Pick a Tammy. Or a Wynona. Set an example. Be kind. Rewind your mind a tad. Ease up. Pause before you volunteer to represent and blurt these outrageous oracular spoilers which suggest the beleaguered security profession was asleep at the wheel and you got ahold of some sketchy entrails from Winn-Dixie. Or maybe Aldi up there. Maybe somebody slipped them to you in krafy paper with a note and asked for a reading, what with that being your side hustle back home anyway and you could not refuse.

(Where “he/his” are the candidate’s pronouns and “they” means Democrats instead of the shooter in a universe unburdened by logical thinking. In other words, Trump getting knicked in the ear was the best thing that could ever have happened to the GOP and, if experts taking the pulse of the nation are to be believed, the most factually underwhelming yet perversely galvanizing mosquito blip to bang futilely at America’s irritable zeitgeist since the outing of red dye No. 12, followed closely by the Secretariat scandal.

Hi everybody! I have been looking at posts on narcs and narc abuse on here and if has really helped me out a lot. I am currently struggling with my situation and need some advice/support. I met a narc last year, everything seemed to good to be true. Love bombing, always texting calling and taking me on dates. Everything changed when someone warned me about him out in public in front of him and who he is. This caused a conflict with us and the love bombing seized. he would tell me that everything is okay and i can come and talk. He would set a time limit on me and kick me out after that. he would then text me like everything was fine and we hung out again and after that he completely ghosted me for one week. He came back and texted me a week later laughing about the ghosting and acting like nothing had happened. he continued to text me ( not like in the beginning) make plans with me, then on the day of the plans he would just ghost me. One day he would act interested the next silence. i contacted him a month later and he acted like nothing happened. He was on a vacation and sent me a picture of another woman ( someone he allegedly met on the trip) to strike a reaction but i never gave him one. After the trip he came to my place and was extremely rude, accusing me of going on dates with a bunch of men. The next day he accused me of being an alcoholic and that he wanted nothing to do with me but said well maybe we can be "friends" then ghosted me i assumed at this point it was over and i would never hear from him again. He contacted me on the holiday a month later acting like everything was great. We ended up hanging out a month or so later and when we hung out it went well, i thought things were going in the right direction. after we hung out.. silence. I would try to text him and if he replied it would be very short then he just stopped replying. He ghosted me for almost three months. I thought he was done this time and of course he popped up again like nothing happened. At this point i was getting sick of if so i questioned him as to why he dissapeared and always does this. Of course he had some sob story about a injury and family member dying of cancer. I felt pity for him and he gave me an apology.. so i took him back stupidly. things seemed to be going smooth for a couple months, of course until his family member died and his injury got better he never contacted me and was distant. Menawhile, i was there for him during the difficult time for him. He lied to me about the funeral and never wanted to chat. I was chasing him and he would always claim nothing was wrong but when i said i thought he used me when he was down he could not handle it and would always tell me he didnt care and to go away. I would get so upset i would try texting him to work it out he would barelt respond and if he did he would not be nice about it. we did hang out a couple times after that, he would ignore me after. One day i was like hey i think you are seeing someone else, and i was like well ixam seeing someone so no problem if you are he said " buy bye good luck with your new guy stop contacting me" i was devastated and tried to get into contact with him for weeks then i just gave up and accepted it was over. He ended up contacting me a month later acting like everything was fine. He wanted to go out and have drinks i told him i would. He and i both seemed to have a great time. He ends up ignoring me again. I kept texting him trying to figure out what was wrong. He kept saying everything was fine and i said ok can we hang out again? He said maybe i was like why? He just kept saying maybe … our last conversation we had… i said what is wrong ? He said nothing is wrong everything is fine. I asked him why he keeps saying maybe. He said " maybe but i dont want to see you right now" i said why? He saix " im just not feeling it, if i wanted to date i would" i said why did you contact me less then a week ago wanting to go out? He said i didnt.. even though he did. So i said should i just move on or what? He said whatever you want to do. So i said that he was really confusing me and asked him if he had anything more to say before i move on? My messages were turning green so i panicked he blocked me and reacted irrationally. I said " omg did you block me? My messages are not going through. Even texted him on my work phone asking what was up. And called him twice ( please dont judge me i know it is pathetic i never was this type of girl before him) so he replied and said " Ok I'll block you now" then immedietly blocked me. He has never blocked me before since I have met him he will just ghost. Is this ths final discard aka " grand finale? Did i just push him too far? this has upset me so much its hard to even function.

Anyway look. I don’t judge. But partying is hard work, this is the job you signed up for and you’re out of shape. A lot of water has flown under the bridge since you and your pledge sisters tried to follow the Beach Boys. Then you got your MRS. degree, the kids kept right on coming (even though you couldn’t anymore, sigh), and staying at home in Upper Inertia, Wisconsin watching HSN kept you busy till you got T-boned by the divorce. But look at you now! Unsinkable! With Martha, Oprah and Dr. Phil's wife Robin (who has Dorian Grayish genes in her blood like a fine wine) in your corner, and MTG effortlessly wrangling your spit bucket, you got back in there, didn’t you? Sure you did. That’s the one part of your legacy no Christian can ever deny. You always got up off your knees and went back in there, once more into the breach, showed that old hoss who was boss, and damn straight you got your Fitbit steps in. Like you say, GOOGLE ME, right? LOL

ADDENDUM: To the crank OP who posted this question, whose comment to me has been deleted by me after it was collapsed by Quora, NOT IF I SEE YOU FIRST.

I have been saying for months that Moderation needs to add a reporting criterion any idiot can understand: “Is not a question.” If it matters, this brown-nosed Come-to-Jesus moment would be better served by a platform where people actually give a flying. That’s all you’ll get in the way of an answer from me, unless “In a pig’s eye” counts.

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Anyway so yeah. If you’re her. I gather you’re in town for Part 2 of the nationally televised festivities that started Saturday and you done had you some fun last night. You go, girl! You deserve to get out of the house once in awhile. Kick your heels up at that boozy book club (wink wink), Dr. Botox hen party or other halfway decent dog and pony show.

Now you’re here though, in Isentard, and it’s exponentially scarieer than any quantum of Pilates and keto-friendky could have primed you for. Yes, I agree, one has to experience it first-hand to really get God’s plan for us, like the Super Bowl or Dollywood. That Airbnb you’re in would create a head rush tsunaminous enough to level most people even in off-season. Your room with a view gives on the Clydesdales frolicking! You are a stranger in a strange land. As Valentine Michael Smith said, you are an egg. It’s a lot. So don’t feel bad about the crying jags and the extra Xanax. That’s what it’s there for. You learned that back in menopause. Everybody here is high on something and it’s not just the prospect of seeing the Red Messiah with the Bandaid as from a great distance. It’s the whole altered sensorium of history-making. You’re not the only one who will find herself overcome in the presence of politics’ most successful professional hedonists. Have a good time for all the other Americans counting on you. And if I haven’t said it yet, There there now, hush, you will be all right.