It's A Recommendation
Nobody seems to have a definite answer about who came up with the phrase first, and it has been laid at the feet of JF Kennedy, who most probably popularised it rather than inventing it. Art!
Travelling with his secret campaign weapon, his charming and multi-lingual wife Jackie.
ANYWAY in case your understanding of English is deficient, the phrase means to not waste time and energy in an expression of anger, and instead to wreak bloody vengeance on the miscreants who wronged you. Like the narrator of a Reddit tale on Youtube, 'Pervigin witch', whose devoutly Muslim work colleague stole her lunch every day for a week. Ol' Pervi subsequently laid a trap by creating a giant sandwich she called the 'Squealer Supreme', full of ham, pepperoni, smoked sausage, chorizo, bacon and pork leg. Plus lots and lots of jalapenos. Fiery hot jalapenos. Art!
Dog Buns, I'm making myself hungry
Later that day there was considerable howling and screaming coming from the break room, where Lunch Looter was discovered, distraught at having consumed pork thanks to stealing someone's Squealing Supreme sandwich. He didn't try stealing Ol' Pervi's lunch again after that.
There you go, a minor example of the title phrase in action. This is, as you should surely know by now, merely a prelude to the main event, which concerns betrayal, faithlessness and epic revenge. Art!
Pretend one is a dude
The cast consisted of Deceived Sweetie, Max, whom was doing the deceiving and Amy, the third wheel in this circle of deceit. DS and Max were a long-term couple, with Amy being DS's best friend. OR SO SHE THOUGHT. None of that foreshadowing stuff.
Things fell apart one night when DS, browsing social media, noticed a picture of Max at a bar, when he was supposedly at work. Being suspicious, she later checked his phone when he was asleep and discovered a prolonged affair between Max and Amy.
Oooops.
Art!
You may not be aware, not having read the 'Odyssey', but about a third of Homer's epic poem is taken up by his plotting revenge when he gets home to Ithaca. This dude is the definition of getting your ducks lined up, and Deceived Sweetie proved to have the blood of Greek mythological heroes in her veins, because she wrought her plan from that moment of awful discovery.
Plan Part 1: DS comes up with a collection of lies about critical work or repairs that need doing about their shared apartment. Thus she is able to stealthily empty out part of their joint account without Max realising. Art!
'Empty joint account' according to AI.
Plant Part 2: She puts down a security deposit and two month's rent on an apartment a long way off, which is also pet-friendly.
Plan Part 3: She sows poison between the two affair partners, telling Max that Amy has been cooing over a new guy at work, and informing Amy that Max was talking about marriage and children. Neither of which was true, tee hee! She elaborates on this further with both of them, bringing in intimate details that BOOJUM! cannot replicate because we are SFW but DS's fictions aren't. Amy got livid and Max got jealous. Art!
Plan Part 4: When Max was asleep, DS sent a fake message about how his mistress had given him a <coughcough> 'social disease', and she sent it to all the contacts on his phone. O my!
Plan Part 5: When Max had left for work, DS immediately got her important kit together, plus dogs, and the apartment's router cable and remote-control batteries, and left for the new apartment. After removing and hiding all the lightbulb's in the old apartment. You might think this rather pointless, but if this story was set in the winter months, by the time Max got back home, it would be dark. Imagine trying to turn on lights that simply don't work, and not having any way to illuminate your search. No, he couldn't use his phone as a torch - DS had changed the password after sending all those messages. Thorough, that gel.
No router cable, no wi-fi
Plan Part 6: To make sure everyone was reading from the same song-sheet, DS took all the saved screenshots of Max and Amy's convos on his mobile and posted it to all the social media sites she had access to.
This is not the worst that Max and Amy had to suffer. O noes. What we've had so far is DS's Plan, which bore further fruit. Fruit as toxic as the Manchineel Apple, which we'll detail tomorrow.
Lest Ye Forget
It must be a couple of years since BOOJUM! put up our cautionary item about the Manchineel Tree, although once tasted never forgotten. Art!
| Don't deal - with the manchineel! |
This delightfully deadly deciduous dastard grows in the Caribbean and the shores of the Gulf Of Mexico - take that, Orange Land Whale! - and is possibly the most pointless tree that ever evolved, since all, and I mean ALL, of it is toxic. The leaves, the fruit, the bark, the wood and the sap. In fact it is so poisonous that, were you to stand underneath it in a rainstorm, you'd end up with chemical burns, because the rain picks up all the toxic cocktail from the leaves.
I ought not to have to say this, but AVOID!
"The War Illustrated Edition 204 13th April 1945"
Not sure what the next two volumes of TWI will be concentrating on, apart from the war against Japan, which I admit we have neglected to date. Rebuilding Europe? The Iron Curtain? Conquered Germany? Art!
This is the entrance to the Rhineland town of Xanten, and you can tell by the somewhat battered condition of it that yes, it had been fought over. The significance of capturing this town was that the Allies were now in possession of the west bank of the Rhine along it's whole length, which meant an amphibious assault across the last physical barrier into Germany was only a matter of time. One suspects Herr Schikelgruber was not in his happy place by this time.
Good News, For Me And My Schedule
I just thought I'd be ungrammatical for once and see if you'd notice. Today was my last visit to Ruth at Glodwick Health Centre, in order to have my ulcerous foot wound dressed. This amounts to removing the old dressing, scalpelling away all the dead skin and assessing the wound.
No pictures, I don't want to put you off your lunch.
The wound now consists of nice pink healing skin, so that's the ulcer successfully seen off. Art!
In the interests of foot safety I have now retired my Grinch slippers, which have developed holes in their soles thanks to constant use. Conrad does not want to get anything poking a hole in the sole and then his tender foot. Art!
DBFs are no joke.
Talking Of Holes -
For your information, the tanker 'Seajewel', which has carried Ruffian oil in the past, reported being damaged by an explosion (according to the crew) in the Italian port of Savona, acquiring a hole in the hull below the waterline. Since 1989 and the 'Exxon Valdez' ecological disaster, it has been a legal requirement for oil tankers to have a double hull. In this case the inner hull remained intact so no cargo was lost. Art!
Hull design information courtesy "What's Going On With Shipping", whose creator, Sal, also mused that the information about dead fish floating around Savona harbour was pretty typical and not indicative of anything. He also declined to assume anything nefarious had been going on thanks to insufficient evidence.
Conrad rather suspects that poor navigation or a drunk in charge on the bridge meant the 'Seajewel' hit an underwater obstruction, and they are now blaming this on Ukraine and their contract with the Atlanteans. Or some such shizzle.
Finally -
Hopefully plan to try the 'Texas Spinach and Bean Bake' this evening. We shall see and if it happens you will certainly get pictures!
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