Then there is also all those mediocre non-voters who empowered by default the motivated-by-hysteria, toxic dregs of society, up and down Main St. and deep within their communities and suburbs.

This, like so many other cruel unnecessary things, could have been easily avoided.
“But… but… muh puriteh! bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe LoL aMiRiTe”
vOtE fOr A wOmAn? mE?!! wHeN PIGS FLY!!!

The mental gymnastics so many non-voters use to convince themselves that their lazy mediocrity is not a HUGE part of the problem. They exert a hundred times the energy to stab themselves in the chest with a rusty knife, and as gangrene sets in, they fancy themselves as hero martyrs, because they so bravely did nothing of value to stop this. Useless deadweight flakes that they are.

What time is it?
It’s Beer O’clock!

Wainscoting. Sounds like… a little Dorset village. Wainscoting.

…unless you heat them up first, to kill the bacteria; two minutes on HIGH ought to do it.

The moral of the story is: no rusty banal or shitty memory is banal or shitty enough, for these postmodern kids nowadays to NOT commoditize it as “nostalgia”. EXACTLY like their boomer parents with their own rusty banal or shitty items in their memory bank.

“I look around me, and the horizon seems to be at the same distance everywhere I look, therefore it must be obvious: I am at the center of the Universe.”

Orange-shooting Man!

Queso Casita

Chuckables.
Guffawfables.

Pray with me.

Some of these fellows are packin’ some serious heat!

Hey Farva! What’s the name of that restaurant you like?

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THIS IS NOT A DRILL
I repeat
THIS IS NOT A DRILL

CONFIDENCE IS HIGH
(wtf is that even supposed to mean)

The Majorana Superhero!

Baby Shark & Wild Stallyns. Party on, dude!

What’s the matter ese?
Don’t you know I’m goth-o?

Smile for the hidden camera, you have been pranked! You thought it was indica, but in fact it was the mythical, elusive cannabis rutica!

You know, cannabis rutica, the one which Harrison Ford allegedly brought to the production of Star Wars in 1976, and which Carrie Fisher later blamed for being unable to recall most of her time on set during that period, under the spell and fog of that ol’ rutica magic.

Gotta hand it to Harrison Ford and his California carpentry buddies, with all their logging and crazy strong weed contacts up north in Humboldt County!

Like a guy said to me in college:
“Man… if you lived during the Flintstones, you’d be driving a sportscar.”
Yeah, that was one I’d never heard before, I had to shake the guy’s hand and congratulate him for originality.

In so much of this cookie-cutter “hip” newer housing, it’s either this or a dangerously steep angle, sometimes even both at the same time.

Enshittified architects building enshittified spaces thinking only of how it looks, not how it’s supposed to be lived in with safety and comfort from Day Two onward, the novelty wears off very quickly and you’re stuck with an unnecessarily, potentially deadly space.