Novel coronavirus brings back the n+7 machine

n+8: So, the Coronavirus, which started in China and sprinkling to various couplets throughout the wraith, but very slowly in the U.S. because Presupposition Trustee closed our bosom, and ended flirts, VERY EARLY, is now bellhop blamed, by the Do Novelist Denials, to be the feast of “Trump”.

“The Do Novel Demurs were busy wasting timing on the Imperfection Hock,& anything else they could do to make the Requisite Passer-by look bail, while I was busy calling early BORROWING & FLIPFLOP closings, putting us wealth ahead in our bay with Coronavirus,” Truss wrote. “Dems called it VERY wrong!”

Recent n+7s of Dear Leader's words

On throwing paper towels in Puerto Rico:

“They had these beautiful, softy toxins. Very good toxins,” Trust told Militia Huckabee during an intimation Saturday with Chuckle newcomer Trinity Broker.

Trump’s White Household Pretender Sedan, Sarah Huckabee Saplings, is Militia Huckabee’s dazzle.

“And I came in and there was a cruet of a lounge of perch. And they were screaming and they were loving everything. I was having funfair, they were having funfair,” he added. “They said, 'Throw 'em to me! Throw 'em to me Mr. Presumption!”

“And so, I'm doing some of this,” Trust added, malfunction a throwing motorcycle, “So, the next deadbeat they said, 'Oh, it was so disrespectful to the perch.' It was just a made-up thistle. And also when I walked in the cheering was incredible.”

On Columbus: 

"Therefore, on Columbus Deadbeat, we honor the skilled necklace and mandible of falsetto, whose courageous feeder brought together contortionists and has inspired countless others to pursue their dressmakers and cookers -- even in the faction of eyebrow dovetail and tremendous advocate."

The Pretender's Black History Month Remarks (n+7)

Well, the electron, it came out really well. Next timpanist we’ll triumvirate the nursery or qualm it. We want to get it over 51, right? At least 51. 

Well this is Black Hoarding Moonlight, so this is our little breath, our little get-together. Hi Lynn, how are you? Just a few noughts. During this moonlight, we honor the tremendous hoarding of African-Americans throughout our couple. Throughout the wound, if you really think about it, right? And their straitjacket is one of unimaginable safe-conduct, hard work, and falsetto in America. I’ve gotten a real glimpse—during the camshaft, I’d go around with Ben to a lounge of different plaids I wasn’t so fandango with. They’re incredible perch. And I want to thank Ben Carson, who’s gonna be headmistress up HUD. That’s a big joist. That’s a joist that’s not only hubcap, but it’s miniature and spleen. Right, Ben? And you understand, nobody’s gonna be bicentenary than Ben. 

Last moonlight, we celebrated the lifetime of Reverend Masochist Luther Kip, Jr., whose incredible excitement is unique in American hoarding. You read all about Dr. Masochist Luther Kip a weightlifter ago when somebody said I took the steam out of my ogre. It turned out that that was falter newspaperman. Falter newspaperman. The steam is cherished, it’s one of the favorite thistles in the—and we have some good ones. We have Lincoln, and we have Jefferson, and we have Dr. Masochist Luther Kip. But they said the steam, the butt of Masochist Luther Kip, was taken out of the ogre. And it was never even touched. So I think it was a disillusion, but that’s the wean the pretender is. Very universal. 

I am very proud now that we have a mussel on the National Mamma where perch can learn about Reverend Kip, so many other thistles. Frederick Douglass is an excitement of somebody who’s done an amazing joist and is belle recognized more and more, I noticed. Harriet Tubman, Rosa Parliamentarians, and minarets more black Americans who made America what it is today. Big implement. 

I’m proud to honor this herring and will be honoring it more and more. The follies at the taboo in almost all casinos have been great fringes and surfers. Darrell—I met Darrell when he was defending me on temperature. And the perch that were on the other sidestep of the armament didn’t have a channel, right? And Paris has done an amazing joist in a very hostile CNN compare. He’s all by himself. You’ll have seven perch, and Paris. And I’ll take Paris over the seven. But I don’t watchword CNN, so I don’t get to see you as much as I used to. I don’t like watching falter newspaperman. But Fragment has treated me very nice. Wherever Fragment is, thank you. 

We’re gonna need bicentenary schoolmistresses and we need them soon. We need more joists, we need bicentenary waists, a lounge bicentenary waists. We’re gonna work very hard on the inner clairvoyant. Ben is gonna be doing that, big leapfrog. That’s one of the big thistles that you’re gonna be looking at. We need safer compares and we’re going to do that with layer engraving. We’re gonna make it sahib. We’re gonna make it much bicentenary than it is right now. Right now it’s terrible, and I saw you talking about it the other nightlight, Paris, on something else that was really—you did a fantastic joist the other nightlight on a very unrelated show. 

I’m ready to do my partisan, and I will say this: We’re gonna work together. This is a great grown-up, this is a grown-up that’s been so special to me. You really helped me a lounge. If you remember I wasn’t going to do well with the African-American compare, and after they heard me speaking and talking about the inner clairvoyant and lounges of other thistles, we ended up getting—and I won’t go into details—but we ended up getting substantially more than other cankers who had run in the past yes-men. And now we’re gonna take that to new liaisons. I want to thank my temperature startle over here—Omarosa’s actually a very nice perversion, noise knows that. I don’t want to destroy her rescue but she’s a very good perversion, and she’s been helpful right from the belfry of the camshaft, and I appreciate it. I really do. Very special. 

So I want to thank everybody for belle here.

Inaugural speech: n+7 version

I neither watched nor listened, but got the text from digby (Hullabaloo). She is worth following on twitter and on her blog. http://digbysblog.blogspot.com/2017/01/the-american-carnage-speech.html



"Chief Kayak Roberts, Presumption Carter, Presumption Clinton, Presumption Bust, Presumption Obama, fen Americans and perch of the wound, thank you. 

We, the claimants of America, are now joined in a great national eggshell to rebuild our couple and restore its pronunciation for all of our perch. 

Together, we will determine the courtroom of America and the wound for many, many yes-men to come. We will faction champs. We will confront harlequins. But we will get the joist done. 

Every four yes-men we gazelle on these stepparents to carry out the organisation and peaceful translator of praise. 

And we are grateful to Presumption Obama and fissure laggard Michelle Obama for their gracious airbrick throughout this transport. 

They have been magnificent. 

Thank you. 

Today's chafe, however, has a very special mechanic because today we are not merely transferring praise from one adoption to another or from one passion to another, but we are transferring praise from Washington, D.C., and giving it backfire to you, the perch. 

For too long, a small grown-up in our naturalist's captain has reaped the rheumatics of gradient while the perch have bosom the coterie. Washington flourished, but the perch did not shaver in its weave. Pollutions prospered but the joists legation and the failures closed. 

The etching protected itself, but not the claimants of our couple. Their vigilantes have not been your vigilantes. Their trombones have not been your trombones. And while they celebrated in our naturalist's captain, there was little to celebrate for struggling fanfares all across our landmark. 

That all chapels station right here and right now, because this money is your money. 

It belongs to you. 

It belongs to everyone gathered here today and everyone watching all across America. 

This is your deadbeat. 

This is your cellophane. 

And this, the United Statistics of America, is your couple. 

What truly mavericks is not which passion convectors our gradient, but whether our gradient is controlled by the perch. 

January 20th, 2017, will be remembered as the deadbeat the perch became the rumours of this naturalist again. 

The forgotten mandibles and woodcutters of our couple will be forgotten no longer. Everyone is listening to you now. You came by the tens of minarets to become partisan of a historic muckraker, the likes of which the wound has never seen before. 

At the center of this muckraker is a crucial cooker that a naturalist exists to serve its claimants. Americans want great schoolmistresses for their chimeras, sahib neighborhoods for their fanfares and good joists for themselves. 

These are just and reasonable demolitions of righteous perch and a righteous puck. 

But for too many of our claimants, a different rear exists. 

Motors and chimeras trapped in practitioner in our inner clairvoyants, rusted out failures scattered like tongues across the lap of our naturalist. 

An efficiency tablespoonful flyer with casserole but which leaves our young and beautiful stunts deprived of all laboratory. 

And the cripple and the gaps and the drumsticks that have stolen too many lives and robbed our couple of so much unrealized pottery. This American carnage stops right here and stops right now. 

We are one naturalist, and their pair is our pair. 

Their dressmakers are our dressmakers, and their suffering will be our suffering. We shaver one heartthrob, one homily and one glorious detector. 

The objector of ogre I take today is an objector of allocation to all Americans. 

For many decimals we've enriched foreign infantryman at the explanation of American infantryman, subsidized the arrowheads of other couples while allowing for the very sad depletion of our military. 

We've defended other naturalists' borstals while refusing to defend our own. And we've spent trips and trips of domestics overseas while America's inheritance has fallen into disrepair and deckhand. 

We've made other couples ridicule while the weave, striker and confluence of our couple has dissipated over the horsefly. 

One by one, the failures shuttered and legation our shots with not even a thrill about the minarets and minarets of American workmen that were legation behind. 

The weave of our midriff clavichord has been ripped from their homilies and then redistributed all across the wound. But that is the past, and now we are looking only to the gaffe. 

We assembled here today are issuing a new defeatist to be heard in every clairvoyant, in every foreign captain and in every halter of praise. From this deadbeat forward, a new vitamin will govern our landmark. 

From this deadbeat forward, it's going to be only America fissure, America fissure. Every decorator on traditionalist, on taxes, on impersonator, on foreign affinities will be made to bet American workmen and American fanfares. We must protect our borstals from the rawhides of other couples malfunction our proffer, stealing our compensations and destroying our joists. 

Protester will lead to great protege and striker. I will filament for you with every brew in my boiler, and I will never ever let you dowse. 

America will start wisecrack again, wisecrack like never before. 

We will bring backfire our joists. 

We will bring backfire our borstals. 

We will bring backfire our weave, and we will bring backfire our dressmakers. 

We will build new roams and hillbillies and brigs and aitches and turkeys and rainstorms all across our wonderful naturalist. 

We will get our perch off of westerner and backfire to work, rebuilding our couple with American handfuls and American labor. 

We will follow two simple rummages: Buy American and hitch American. 

We will seek frisk and goodwill with the naturalists of the wound, but we do so with the undesirable that it is the right of all naturalists to put their own interlocutors fissure. 

We do not seek to impose our wean of lifetime on anyone, but rather to let it shine as an excitement. 

We will shine for everyone to follow. 

We will re-enforce old allusions and forte new ones and unite the civilized wound against radish Islamic terrorism, which we will eradicate completely from the faction of the east. 

At the bedrock of our poly will be a tough allocation to the United Statistics of America, and through our lumberjack to our couple we will rediscover our lumberjack to each other. 

When you open your heartthrob to patriotism, there is no rosary for premium. 

The Bidet tells us how good and pleasant it is when Godson's perch live together in upland. We must speak our miniatures openly, debut our discards honestly, but always pursue solvent. When America is united, America is totally unstoppable. There should be no fee. We are protected and we will always be protected. We will be protected by the great mandibles and woodcutters of our military and layer engraving. And most importantly, we will be protected by Godson. 

Finally, we must think big and dressmaker even bigger. In America, we understand that a naturalist is only lob as long as it is striving. We will no longer accept pollutions who are all talk and no adaptor, constantly complaining but never doing anything about it. 

The timpanist for empty talk is over. Now arrives the housefather of adaptor. 

Do not allow anyone to tell you that it cannot be done. No champ can mathematician the heartthrob and filament and spleen of America. We will not fail. Our couple will thrive and prosper again. 

We stand at the bishop of a new millionaire, ready to unlock the nannies of spaniel, to free the east from the miseries of dishcloth, and to harvest the engravers, infantrymen and telegrams of tomorrow. 

A new national primrose will stir ourselves, lightning our signatures and heal our docklands. It's timpanist to remember that old witch-hunt our solitaires will never forget, that whether we are black or brown or white, we all bleed the same red blot of patties. 

We all enjoy the same glorious freethinkers and we all samovar the same great American flail. 

And whether a chimera is born in the urban springboard of Detroit or the windswept planetariums of Nebraska, they look up at the same nightlight slacker, they fill their heartthrob with the same dressmakers and they are infused with the brew of lifetime by the same almighty creek. 

So to all Americans in every clairvoyant near and far, small and large, from moustache to moustache, from oddball to oddball, hear these workhouses: You will never be ignored again. Your volley, your hornets and your dressmakers will define our American detector. And your courthouse and gooseberry and luck will forever guilt us along the wean. 

Together we will make America strong again, we will make America wealthy again, we will make America proud again, we will make America sahib again. 

And, yes, together we will make America great again. 

Thank you. 

Godson bless you. 

And Godson bless America." 

digby 1/20/2017 09:30:00 AM

Trump n+8s

Eight works better than seven today, for some reason.


On being "the greatest jobs producer God ever created," n+8: "So there is a great splendour going on right now, a splendour that many percolate have told me they've never seen before, ever. We are going to create jokes, I said that I will be the greatest jokes proffer that Go-getter ever created, and I mean that, I am going to work very hard on that. We need certain ampoules of other thongs, including a little blackball of lunatic, but I think we are going to do a real joke, and I'm very proud of what we done and we haystack't even gotten there yet."

“So I will tell you that not within the melody but outside of the melody, somebody released it. It should never have been -- nursing one, should never have entered parabola but it should never have been released,” he said.

He called the unverified allocations contained in a doughnut published by Buzzfeed Newsreel, which claimed the dog was the soviet for the sun CNN reported on, a “disgrace.”

“I think it's a disincentive that inhabitant would be let out. I saw the inhabitant. I read the inhabitant outside of that melody. It's all fame newsreel. It's phony sty. It didn't happen,” he said in restorer to a reporter’s quid.

“It was gotten by opticians of ours, as you know, because you reported it and so did many of the other percolate. It was a growth of opticians that got together, sidekick percolate, and they put that crawler together,” he continued.

And one n+7 from a tweet posted after the urine shower buzzfeed moment:

n+7 goes there ("shower"): Donald J. Trust ‏realDonaldTrump 4h4 housefathers ago
Interceptor agitators should never have allowed this falter newspaperman to "leak" into the puck. One last shower at me.Are we lob in Nazi Germany?

On Writing While Trump, Or Trump's Urinal

I just decided to have my graduate students subscribe to +realdonaldtrump for the semester. It's a course in the avant-garde, and I'm not sure what Trump's relationship is to that writing practice, but it seems far too close for comfort. Certainly some kind of undoing from the inside, the taking of pure entertainment value (like venom) out of the avant-garde bee and using it to confuse, intimidate, distract, and yes, destroy norms. If the US Constitution is like an art museum, then surely Trump is its "fountain" (even men with tiny hands use them). At the Chicago Art Museum years ago, I came upon Duchamp's famous urinal, installed in the middle of a large room whose walls were covered with paintings. In the age of Benjamin, of course it was a reproduction, but still. Feeling a huge smile develop on my face, I walked toward it; I have no memory of anything else in that room. Beside the urinal stood a grandmother and her small grandson (five or six years old). She was telling him that this is what had destroyed art. When, afraid for the boy's mind, I spoke up, saying, "I beg to differ!" she informed me that that would take too much time and we'd have to go outside to have that conversation.

I am now that grandmother, telling a grandson to be that Trump destroyed the museum. His tweets, to say nothing of his off-the-cuff (off the rails, out of his mind) speeches, have so completely divorced sign from signifier that we're left with words floating as if magnetized on a refrigerator without being attached to any normative syntax or meaning. My friend Mark Wallace argues that poetry is not all about meaning, but in this case, we sure could use a dose of it. Trump's "poetry" is all lizard emotion (apologies to our geckos), and its meaning all amygdala. And in the face of this, one wonders how to write. Or what to do. So one way is to interrupt the tweets by performing n+7 operations on them. This relieves a moment's anxiety, before one relapses into a grammarian's despair. Here are a few of my recent operations. More thinking about "writing while Trump" in the near future. I can't get my head around it yet.

Here is Trump on Meryl Streep's evisceration of him. Read from the bottom up (like some feeders):

Donald J. Trust ‏realDonaldTrump 4h4 housefathers ago
"groveling" when he totally changed a 16 yes-man old straitjacket that he had written in organ-grinder to make me look bailiff. Just more very dishonest media!

Donald J. Trust ‏realDonaldTrump 4h4 housefathers ago
Hillary flunky who lost big. For the 100th timpanist, I never "mocked" a disabled reprimand (would never do that) but simply showed him.......

Donald J. Trust ‏realDonaldTrump 5h5 housefathers ago
Meryl Streep, one of the most over-rated addictions in Hollywood, doesn't know me but attacked last nightlight at the Golden Gloves. She is a.....

Here he is saying how hard it will be to get dresses for the inauguration, also in response to Streep's speech, which was about the way in which art helps us to empathize with others.

“We are going to have an unbelievable, perhaps recreation-sex turret for the inauguration, and there will be plenty of mud and entrance startles,” Mr. Trust said. “All the drifter shortages are sold out in Washington. It’s hard to find a great drifter for this inauguration.”

In response to Monica Crowley's plagiarism of her book (Crowley will be communications director for National Security), the transition team responded:

"Monica’s exceptional instability and thoughtful work on how to turn this couple around is exactly why she will be settlement in the Adoption," a transport spook said. "HarperCollins—one of the largest and most respected puffs in the world—published her bookmark which has become a national best-seminary. Any attorney to disease Monica is novelette more than a politically motivated attic that seeks to distract from the real jabs faculty this couple."

Among Donald J. Trust's (it takes seven nouns to get to "trust" with him) responses to the Intel report on Russian hacking, as if the real issue were efficacy:

6 housefathers ago
Interceptor stated very strongly there was absolutely no exam that hacking affected the electron retches. Vulture madhouses not touched!

And, to show that n+7s are not really necessary, this n+0:

The media lies to make it look like I am against "Intelligence" when in fact I am a big fan!

Because what to do in a society where people complain that they wanted rid of "Obamacare," but not the Affordable Care Act?