Welcome to the editors contiguous note. Think of this as an endless piece of paper. I am Sol Lebinowitz, Managing Editor of fludthezone.com and on this contiguous note (I hope I am using that word right. If not, I will have to change the g to an n so it says “continuous” note, a word sounds awkward to me after looking at “contiguous” for so long. Let’s hope for the best.
So this thing will go on. It will be like the chicken in the box going back to peck on the piano keys to get a little chicken feed. It’s just like that, but I can’t figure out what my chicken feed is. I think it has something to do with the satisfaction I get by criticizing that which deserves to be criticized. You know, journalistic things from an outlet with reporters like Guy Fusted and Susie Henderson and myself. Since Guy got those interviews, J.D. Vance and Vladimir Putin mostly, not to mention the one minute smelly ass blaster that he let go at a Ron DeSantis presser in Florida that really put on the map. Just kidding. It had to have been the interview with Putin where Putin broke his neck by tossing him wrong because Guy had convinced him to nurture his desire to be a circus “flipper.” That’s kind of like a clown, but with the ability to toss people. Putin tossed Guy on to his head and broke his neck, but Guy is okay. It was a minor neck breaking and he’s okay. But, anyway, I’m glad you’re here and will now try to start out this contiguous roll here at fludthezone.com with something about politics that is happening this day May 30 2025.
The world is still stupid. Real stupid. The “president” is doing his president things, staring glumly out the side of his golf cart, fake smiling where he stretches his cheek muscles all the way across his face while keeping his mouth shut. This is his new fake smile. It’s like a smile on a dog. Fake.
Boy, I’m tired of having to fake everything all of the time. This up is down thing is tiring, especially when you just have to lean back and take a breather and really think about the fact that you are using bandwidth to process the fact that, no, yes is yes and no is still no even if Trump says it is the other way around. To have to just sit back and think that is really something else. That I have to do that at all. Trump is a master, but he isn’t smart, he is evil. That makes him smart at evil things because he judges outcomes on how much pain he can cause. There is nothing else he judges for except for money. That always takes precedence because it proves that he is the greatest. May not have all of the money, but he will wrap it all around himself in the color of gold. Even if it is gold wall paint it reminds him that his superior golden abilities are among the very best. He wakes in the morning in the hopes that his golden abilities will somehow become The best somehow that day. Who does he have to take health care from to do that? Who does he have to scare and extort. He needs his gold. He neeeds his fucking gold!
Oh, well, what are you going to do. This is a contiguous roll. I hope that makes sense. I really think it doesn’t which, I know, makes me, in a way, just as stupid as our “president” in his ways. Therefore, everybody is a bit of a shmelleck, so, so be it. But it isn’t the same. My shmelleckingship is not a shmelleckingship that is going to hurt anybody. No siree. My shmelleckingship is going to try to make people better in every way. His is going to get us all killed. Oh, well. What are you going to do?
I guess as a contiguous roll I should prepare for finding no answers. The roll ever continues. So be it. We will let the contiguous roll continue in the hopes that someday a morsel of truth will have been released and perhaps helped in some small way. To be contigued.
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