

Sunday School playground bullies!


Sunday School playground bullies!
Isn’t it a line of defense against insects?
“Animals” would be broad enough to be true,
“Mammals” zoomed in on the wrong kingdom.
Which may be even better as a joke, here’s this thing smug in having finally found a technique to defend itself against a 100 million year foe, like Moe throwing insect Barney out of his bar, and here’s mammal Barney behind Moe again!
The Burger War Of Secession has begun…


A møøse once bit my sister.
No realli! She was Karving her initials on the møøse with the sharpened end of an interspace tøøthbrush given her by …
Brilliant!
Also, I’d like to see this brainiac figure out how to kill many million sperm instead of just one ovum, with a pill. Surely that should be easier, but there’s an anti-woke male patriarchy conspiracy, amirite?
All you need is a white labcoat, goggles, some vials, a pocket calculator and clipboard and BOOM… Science, Bitch! Surely the “EUREKA!” moment should happen within a couple of months, but it is being kept from us! The male patriarchy is yadda yadda whatever… and here’s an extra yadda for good measure!
Disclaimer: I had a vasectomy.
But still, this person is under-educated in the same school system that spits out maga-types on the opposite side of the political spectrum.
This is yet another symptom of the severe under-education that Carl Sagan warned us about in The Demon-Haunted World: Science As A Candle In The Dark. The kind of under-informed, holier-than-thou attitude that lets fascism through the front door, because…
bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe LoL aMiRitE
The same fascists, religious batshit zealots and incels who want women OUT of schools, OUT of the workplace, they want them IN the kitchen, illiterate, barefoot and pregnant: “That should keep them under our thumb!”
EXACTLY like it happens now in places like Afghanistan and Saudi Arabia.
When it comes to corporations with a massive market presence, I truly wonder if it’s cheaper in the long run to be honest or to try and fool some of the people all of the time. Because from what I’ve seen in the past few decades, PT Barnum was right.
It’s almost as if eventually, the corporate executive floors become infected with mindless hollow business school suits (not all, but enough to qualify as some sort of mental plague), reading their idiotic self-motivational guide books, and somewhere along the way they got married to the mantra that “business is war”, mediocre and dense enough to think (if even that) that Akio Morita was also referring to the customers.
Kind of similar, in many ways, to how now incels and racists eventually convince each other that the problem cannot be in their unwashed, unexamined selves, the problem MUST be women/minorities.
So maybe we could call them corporate incels. A cartoon version is what we see in American Psycho. A problem with company size is that it will attract the parasites, and they will infect everything they touch.
I’m on my way up the ladder! Watch me treat customers and their communities as the enemy to be subjugated and betrayed and milked, that’s what the guy from Sony said, amirite? I’m on my way to the 1%, so fuck all of you, I have arrived!
And guess what? They end up being rewarded, because enough people fall for this shit, or at least tolerate it and keep on going to their stores.


Everybody sing along now!
MAMA KO
MAMA SA
MAKO MAKO SA
MAMA KO
MAMA SA
MAKO MAKO SA
HEY… SOUL MAKOSSA!
(cue killer horn section)
Manu Dibango my man!


Great question! The very earliest story I can vaguely summon up at the moment was about a hurricane devastating the city of La Paz in Baja California Sur, from Mexican news on television. To pin down any details, I had to look it up, and came up with Hurricane Liza in 1976.
There was an image that got seared into my brain at the time, but it was probably my very young mind playing tricks on me, watching this report on one of those old, old, OLD small and blurry black-and-white televisions: the image of a dead baby lying face down among the rubble.
EDIT: That was a bummer, let me try again with a much more positive mind-blowing blast-from-the-past that might make some of you go - "Damn… yeah, deep pull, man!"…
How about the Montreal Olympics, particularly and spectacularly, Romanian gymnast Nadia Comaneci! I also remember one specific moment of the closing ceremonies, doves being released as Beethoven’s “Ode To Joy” was playing at full blast at the Stadium Olympique!


Gag me with a spoon!
That’s early-80s, Valley Girlspeak.
My mom? She’s like a total space cadet.
She makes me do the dishes aaand clean the catbox…?!!
Gross! Barf out! Like I’m sure…! …totally…!
This man up here ⬆️ crosses.


In the 1981 film Excalibur, adapted from “Le Morte d’Arthur” by Sir Thomas Malory.
When after years and years lost to an evil spell, King Arthur is free and strong and purposeful once more, he pays Queen Guinevere a visit, at the convent where she had retreated from the world and had become a nun.
In her chamber, Guinevere reaches under her bed and produces what seems like a miracle: Excalibur itself, which Arthur had regarded as utterly lost. As Arthur takes and wields Excalibur in a mixture of disbelief and delight, Guinevere whispers happily, “I kept it”.
Then Arthur reels off these parting words, which I shall try to reconstruct from pure memory:
I have often dreamt, that in the hereafter of our lives,
when I am just a man, and owe no more to the future,
you will come to me, and claim me yours,
and know that I am your husband. It is a dream I have…
Then Arthur turns, wielding Excalibur, and leaves, en route to fulfill his destiny for one final time.
I mean… sure, yeah… but… huh. Hmm…
Since November, that’s when the electorate decided to stab itself in the chest with a rusty knife, these are the spasms of non-vaccinated tetanus, also with signs of gangrene.
Ooh, a double slit! Do like the ol’ photon or electron interfering with itself, both slits at the same time.
Barrio Logan in San Diego!
Those are the legs of the Coronado Bridge.
EDIT: If that’s not San Diego - and I’m starting to think it isn’t - it’s giving me a weird disorientating feeling, like uncanny valley.
Make it just a little bit worse, that œ hits the spot:
d’œuvre


“Leadership”
May The Flork Be With You.