Soooooo … y’know …
Donald Trump tweeted three times today about the Nobel prize, in a confusing diatribe about news reporters.
Except he is consistently misspelling it as the “Noble Prize” in every tweet. Seriously, go look.
[Update:] Somebody should set up a “Noble Prize” system for Trump’s following.
They’d be superlative awards for the most spelling errors, the most attacks on a free press, the most disinfectants ingested, etc.
They could make the little trophies out of fool’s gold.
Marvel Comics.
Writing sustains me. But wouldn’t it be more accurate to say that it sustains this kind of life? Which does not, of course, mean that my life is any better when I don’t write. On the contrary, at such times it is far worse, wholly unbearable, and inevitably ends in madness. This is, of course, only on the assumption that I am a writer even when I don’t write — which is indeed the case; and a non-writing writer is, in fact, a monster courting insanity.
— Franz Kafka, in a letter to Max Brod, 1922
DC Comics.
It’s Norwegian for “goofball.”
Or at least that’s what you tell your friend when you call her a goofball in a text but make the above typo.
I’m honored today to see Winedrunk Sidewalk: Shipwrecked in Trumpland publish five of my Donald Trump limericks! You can find them right here.
Thanks to Editor John Grochalski for allowing me to join the fun once again over at Winedrunk Sidewalk!
Mr. President, can you ask the medical doctors to invent a disinfectant in Mountain Dew flavor or something? Some of us don’t have the means to inject it, and have to spray in it into our mouths.
And this shit tastes AWFUL.
PS — did you know that Obama could hold his breath underwater for five minutes straight?
I’m honored to share here that my poem “Lie To Me, But Brightly” was published today over at Spillwords Press. You can find it right here.
Thanks again to Editor Dagmara K. for allowing me to share my voice at this terrific online periodical.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 