Yeah, like, why learn how to split the atom if all we can do is splode stuff. It’s not like we can cure cancer or power things without emitting planet killing gasses or anything.

Helloooo new bumper sticker.

🤣 this shit made my morning.

Tough bargain, but at least it’s not playing favorites, and is at least a sober, realistic take.

Sorry, but this is ambiguous and I need clarification: Dead Texan kids or dead Palestinian ones? Which dead kids are you exchanging for this putative “fascist-free” vision where your cost to entry is an adjustment to your personal empathy dial?

It’s basically Sauron’s perspective from LOTR. “Of course they’ll use the ring. Duh. Who wouldn’t”

I also would genuinely feel completely unthreatened by her shrill, impotent harpy-like posturing, even if I was an arthritic, evil scientist who had her children bound and suspended above a complicated device designed to extract their freedoms to power my Jewish space laser, and she’d just broken in to my hideout.

An interesting thought experiment: I think he’s full of shit, you think he’s full of himself. Maybe there’s a “theory of everything” here somewhere. E = shit squared?

They took our jerbs!

Just buy a Musk-branded, doge- approved, exploding slave neck collar and perimeter fence kit. Keeps your child employees motivated, on-task, on-location.

The safest strategy with people like him is to assume there is no floor, and that for everyone else’s safety, he should be humanely put down on that floor next to his morality.

And I mean put down in the sense we talk about our aged pets, and I know it’s truly better than he deserves.

Chef’s kiss. Perfection.

Yeah but this isn’t that.

Counting down the days until we no longer hear from the A-hole in the K-hole.

I want a coordinated psyop spam campaign directed at him with subject lines like “Bladder troubles? Urine luck with this one weird trick!” or “Do you wish you had gaming skills? Hire one of our professional gaming coaches to boost your stats!”

Canadian belly laugh

Sweaty, stank-ass armpit if the internet. In a trench, doused in gasoline and set ablaze is the only outcome I will accept.

It almost sounds as though this labour was chronically undervalued and absolutely taken for granted. If I strain my ears, hard, I can almost make out the dawning realizations.

Learn basic electronics and how to solder to weaponize commercial drones.

Almost as if the emperor was buck naked all the time and the rest of us non American nations were just too scared to say anything. Go ahead and marinate on that. I’m curious what the consensus on “American exceptionalism” really means (meant, sorry. Past tense now), having considered the current facts on the ground.

Like the robass from “The Quest for Saint Aquin”. Not post-apoc at all.