Hey man, I can see your house from rule
Hey man, I can see your house from rule
That gold band around the cigarette is what nudges the whole thing to a whole 'nother level.
STOP!
STOP, UPON ME!
FORCE THE TOOLS AVAILABLE!
YES… I’M ALRIGHT…!
BWA HAHA HAHA HAHA…!
Aqua Cola!
(picture here an image of Inmortan Joe opening the spigots)
Never ask her anything at all. I mean… who cares? Why do people constantly try to squeeze infotainment from the emotionally ill? It ain’t healthy, all around. For anyone.
Nah, I’m of the view that evolution doesn’t grow upwards, but sudeways. We are at the edge.
If Chins Could Kill
So humans are also the only animal that can hear chin music?
Needs one more square on the right-hand side saying “YES”.
Coconut Earhart Pizza Crab
Thankfully I’m avoiding most noisy university-sophomore politics in my content, whenever it pops up I quickly prune it out of my content feed.
Currently, the four main subjects on my watch history are particle physics, cosmology, Gobekli Tepe (and everything related to those ancient Taş Tepeler people), Sumerian cuneiform writing (courtesy of the extraordinary Professor Irving Finkle).
But to keep things on topic, I regularly have to block suggested channels and videos that start straying towards clickbait controversy, “Is Science Dying?” and “The Image NASA Doesn’t Want You To See!”, that sort of bullshit.
The goddamned algorithm, and those that feed it, it’s mindlessly relentless constant mechanism, and I hate it, but there is so much treasure among the brushes and poison ivy one has to keep on hacking at, with the proverbial digital machete. There is so much legit gold in there.
But make it the Montemayor one, Part 1 being from the Japanese perspective, taking us along for a wild ride inside the fog of war.
The level of quality narrative is nothing short of outstanding.
Josef Slygazhvili
Well I’ll be gol-darned… there ain’t nothin’ new under the sun anymore.
But at least I arrived at it independently… or did I? Maybe I saw this Bernie meme some months ago and forgot about it, but my subconscious didn’t.
I can almost hear the cheesy “tough guy” slang of the time…
“It’s coitans for you, Rocky, ya hear me? Coitans!”
“Step on it, Rocky, they’re right behind us!”
“You’ll never take me alive, copper!”
It says “breakfast”, yet it also seems like it’s still dark outside.
The faces do feel like it’s 5am or something, who knows if they’ve even slept yet.
Oh my god, this new unexpected, poignant context takes the whole thing to another level.
However: the painting looks pristine compared to the room it is hanging in, so maybe it was placed there long after the building (the entire town, maybe?) was abandoned, for the photo. If so, it was a master stroke, as this image tells several profound stories on several simultaneous levels.
I’m trying to put this… thing, into words, and the one term that keeps on swirling in there, like Jupiter’s red spot it won’t go away, is spicy maths.
“It’s soooo exhausting to vote one day every two years, so might as well allow as many republicans as possible to become firmly entrenched in every level of government, able to sabotage any attempt to push the inertia in any other direction.”
Here’s a novel idea: you are not just electing one charismatic godking messiah with a magic political wand to the executive office every four years, but an entire system of appointees and employees.
Then there’s Congress, and the Supreme Court, and state governors and state congresses, city mayors and city council, school board, etc.
One side strives for reason and science, the other is scorched earth anti-science anti-reason ignorant hysteria. And you keep giving them enough power to thwart everything.
Tune out and stop watching the infotainment bullshit designed to keep us outraged and polarized every minute of the goddamned day, just show up at the polls each first Tuesday in November and vote Democrat. Once every two years is enough.
At this point, you have enough information to do this with great confidence that it is the correct and sane choice.
Let’s get our collective heads out of the Middle Ages peasant mindset.