Not one of Dok's shoops. You can tell because it's competent. World Net Daily columnist Erik "The Other Rush" Rush, who's so bereft of wit that his column is really called "The Other Rush," has been thinking about how the media has been rigging the election for Hillary Clinton
Most people know that Orthodox Jews can't mix dairy and meat. Some of them, particularly the Ashkenazi like me, believe that this includes not using butter with meat. Instead, we use chicken fat. Now I'm no longer an observant Jew, but I still like my schmaltz. I know. I'm weird.
I don't know how other people make it, but I cook the fat with some sliced up onions until the fat liquifies/turns brown. Then I scoop out the onions and gribenes (brown bits) and clarify it. Let it cool, and it's a good butter substitute. You can also cook with it, same as with olive oil or butter. If you've ever had kugel, schmaltz is typically one of the prime ingredients.
Some people think schmaltz is gross, and it's probably horrifically bad for me, but I love it. It's grown on my husband enough that it's become one of his guilty pleasures. One of my guilty pleasures used to be grilled cheese sandwiches fried in schmaltz, but my dairy intolerance has turned out to be a dairy allergy. So no more of that for me.
This reminds me of when I was an editor for an online writer's group where people could submit short stories, book chapters, poems and the like to our databases, and then people in the writing group (we had tens of thousands of them) could read them and comment on them, either in a forum, or one-on-one with the writer. My job was deciding what we would accept, which was nearly anything, no matter how badly written, as long as it met a few requirements (no copyright infringement, no libel, no overly graphic sex or violence, etc.). While some established writers used the service to promote their upcoming work, most of the forum was for unknown writers to get feedback from other writers. Since we did have many novices submitting their work, we had rather lax standards when it came to writing quality. Meet the legal standards, and you were in.
Anyway, I had a submission from one of my horror genre "regulars," who did have strong writing talent, but this story was obviously the revenge fantasy of someone sexually abused by his father when he was quite young. Now it took quite a lot to get me to say, no, no way can I accept that, but this guy crossed that line for me with how over the top gruesome and graphically violent the story was.
I was new at the job, though, so I double-checked with my higher-ups to make sure I wasn't being too squeamish. Their reply was a) (before reading it) "We trust you with this job for a reason, so if you say it's bad, we know it's bad; and b) (after actually reading it) "OMFG--Poor kid, but Ew! No! No way in hell are we letting ourselves be associated with something this disgusting."
So I had to send the rejection email to the guy. After what I'd seen from him in his submission history--and he was way out there on the violence side of the horror genre, I hit the send key with terror. Of all my horror writers, he was the one who actually frightened me the most. The others, you could feel the "distance" between their stories and themselves. You didn't feel that with this guy's writing. I was sure he would tear my head off.
Instead, he turned out to be this sad, timid person who accepted the rejection meekly. He knew it was too much, but he said that he felt like it was the story he had to tell, what did I think of it? Normally, I followed a firm policy of staying neutral about what I read, mostly because I was dealing with dozens of submissions a day, and didn't have time for doing heavy-duty editing/literary analysis.
But I made an exception that time to say that I thought his other work showed that he had promise as a writer. I also understood from his most recent submission why he was so angry; however, I thought that he needed to show writing like that only to his therapist, because it was simply too raw for the reading public to bear. He decided that was a good idea, too. He turned out to be this sweet little guy who would send me thank you emails when I accepted his later work. He still creeped me out, though.
The point is that there is this very fine line between venting personal psychopathologies and telling a good horror story. It seems like the just-as-creepy other Rush doesn't understand that.
Radioactive Velveeta isn't handsome or charming enough to be Bundy. Let's go with Dennis Rader, aka the BTK Killer. They're both gross to look at, and both do that creepy permanent scowl thing:
Well, they're GOING to be trendy, as soon as she's in the white house NOT TO THREATEN THE WHATEVER FROM ON HIGH and all that, but hey, you just watch: 2017:ThePantsuitYear!!! Even men will wear them.
It is a great graphic.
What can I say, I have "powers."
I do that with schmaltz and, well, everything.
Most people know that Orthodox Jews can't mix dairy and meat. Some of them, particularly the Ashkenazi like me, believe that this includes not using butter with meat. Instead, we use chicken fat. Now I'm no longer an observant Jew, but I still like my schmaltz. I know. I'm weird.
I don't know how other people make it, but I cook the fat with some sliced up onions until the fat liquifies/turns brown. Then I scoop out the onions and gribenes (brown bits) and clarify it. Let it cool, and it's a good butter substitute. You can also cook with it, same as with olive oil or butter. If you've ever had kugel, schmaltz is typically one of the prime ingredients.
Some people think schmaltz is gross, and it's probably horrifically bad for me, but I love it. It's grown on my husband enough that it's become one of his guilty pleasures. One of my guilty pleasures used to be grilled cheese sandwiches fried in schmaltz, but my dairy intolerance has turned out to be a dairy allergy. So no more of that for me.
I haz a major sad about that.
What is this blithering troglodyte yammering about?
I've never heard Hillary use any bad words at all.
Shorter Rush: If only sane people believed our insanely stupid conspiracy theories and fact free complaining about Hillary.
Fuck me, I didn't need Pennywise to make me freaked out by clowns, but he doesn't help.
This reminds me of when I was an editor for an online writer's group where people could submit short stories, book chapters, poems and the like to our databases, and then people in the writing group (we had tens of thousands of them) could read them and comment on them, either in a forum, or one-on-one with the writer. My job was deciding what we would accept, which was nearly anything, no matter how badly written, as long as it met a few requirements (no copyright infringement, no libel, no overly graphic sex or violence, etc.). While some established writers used the service to promote their upcoming work, most of the forum was for unknown writers to get feedback from other writers. Since we did have many novices submitting their work, we had rather lax standards when it came to writing quality. Meet the legal standards, and you were in.
Anyway, I had a submission from one of my horror genre "regulars," who did have strong writing talent, but this story was obviously the revenge fantasy of someone sexually abused by his father when he was quite young. Now it took quite a lot to get me to say, no, no way can I accept that, but this guy crossed that line for me with how over the top gruesome and graphically violent the story was.
I was new at the job, though, so I double-checked with my higher-ups to make sure I wasn't being too squeamish. Their reply was a) (before reading it) "We trust you with this job for a reason, so if you say it's bad, we know it's bad; and b) (after actually reading it) "OMFG--Poor kid, but Ew! No! No way in hell are we letting ourselves be associated with something this disgusting."
So I had to send the rejection email to the guy. After what I'd seen from him in his submission history--and he was way out there on the violence side of the horror genre, I hit the send key with terror. Of all my horror writers, he was the one who actually frightened me the most. The others, you could feel the "distance" between their stories and themselves. You didn't feel that with this guy's writing. I was sure he would tear my head off.
Instead, he turned out to be this sad, timid person who accepted the rejection meekly. He knew it was too much, but he said that he felt like it was the story he had to tell, what did I think of it? Normally, I followed a firm policy of staying neutral about what I read, mostly because I was dealing with dozens of submissions a day, and didn't have time for doing heavy-duty editing/literary analysis.
But I made an exception that time to say that I thought his other work showed that he had promise as a writer. I also understood from his most recent submission why he was so angry; however, I thought that he needed to show writing like that only to his therapist, because it was simply too raw for the reading public to bear. He decided that was a good idea, too. He turned out to be this sweet little guy who would send me thank you emails when I accepted his later work. He still creeped me out, though.
The point is that there is this very fine line between venting personal psychopathologies and telling a good horror story. It seems like the just-as-creepy other Rush doesn't understand that.
Radioactive Velveeta isn't handsome or charming enough to be Bundy. Let's go with Dennis Rader, aka the BTK Killer. They're both gross to look at, and both do that creepy permanent scowl thing:
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With a side dose of thesaurusitis.
I once put the question of whether Time Cube or David Icke was kookier up for a vote. Icke won.
He thinks that Hillary has trendy designer apparel? Now that's just crazy.
Somebody came up with those pantsuits somewhere...
The GOPhttp://www.lovethisgif.com/...
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Also repeat what they think is true about Clinton and Obama while ignoring all evidence that debunks their crazy wingnut.
Well, they're GOING to be trendy, as soon as she's in the white house NOT TO THREATEN THE WHATEVER FROM ON HIGH and all that, but hey, you just watch: 2017:ThePantsuitYear!!! Even men will wear them.