I got a FIFA Prize for receiving a FIFA Prize Prize!

Well… since most of the big ones are taken, I’ll throw in:
“Tu madre era una hamster, y tu padre olía a saúco.”

EDIT: Actually, now that I remember, the Spanish from Spain have some breathtaking insults, such as:
“Me cago en la leche de tu madre” - “I shit in your mother’s milk”.

Picard is way cooler than Kirk

Anyone’s cooler than an erratic old man who throws around the casual insult dismissal “sporto” on his twitter account.
Nobody’s cooler than an old man photographed enjoying life while slurping on a cornetto ice cream cone with his best pal Gandalf.

Stupid CEOs seem to be stupid suckers/marks for so much “corporate astrology”, mesmerized into a greedy stupid stupor by the same old soothing, stupid magic spell: “more automation… less meatbags…”

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 …

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!

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…!

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.

Banking and government office hours!

Once upon a time, a few individuals had (or copied, or stole) a few interesting and/or feasible ideas, then they migrated from around the country’s universities into Silicon Valley. There, they were told via an insane spigot of money that they were “god’s gift to humanity” or some such bullshit.

These individuals, already flawed like all humans, believed their own hype, became “tech bros”, and attracted other mediocre assholes, like a plague descending upon an already ruthless Silicon Valley industry. Right around this time, no coincidence, the red pill started being passed around more openly every goddamned day.

Already corrupted in this way, and getting worse every day, it’s as if they were self-importantly pondering what their “next big thing” was going to be… “We’re supposed to be the geniuses! Investment capital is counting on us!”… then lo and behold, they found something! Up their own ass! And it sucks! Because these distorted tech bro assholes lost the true plot long ago.

China’s cheating, it’s all crammed forcefully into one timezone, Beijing’s!
In far western China in winter, it could be noon and the sun is barely rising over the horizon. Then in summer the sunset might be at around 1am.

A court system packed with right-leaning and downright right-wing judges, rammed in there by hook and by crook with “party over country” appointees.
Remember Merrick Garland? A name made meaningless by the non-voting masses in 2016 and unbelievably, again in 2024. Every time the republicans dared risk themselves by cheating while either packing or blocking the court system, the dire consequences they were dealt was… re-election. Nothing happened! They were REWARDED for their CHEATING!

What is WRONG with these non-voting people?!!
Unable to see cause and effect. No memory. Just fucking blank. And memes. Sleepy Joe and shit. bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe LoL aMiRiTe

Sometimes the radar weather in some areas will glitch out, I’ve seen a large swath of digital dots spread like a fan all over some cities. The image refreshes every couple of minutes, I believe, usually the glitch goes away after a couple of cycles.

But what is glitching and why, I have no idea.

Like in Goodfellas, cannibalizing their own community. Embezzle and steal everything you can, then torch the place for the insurance.

But in Goodfellas, the owner of the restaurant approaches the mafia and asks Paulie to “be a partner”, so he can get Tommy to stop terrorizing the place AND running up tabs he has no intention of paying.

Imagine some short mafia type with a Napoleon complex walking around the Toys R Us aisles, knocking merchandise off the shelves while harassing kids and their mothers.

I betcha the equity firms approach with a silk tongue and Wall St technobabble jabberwocky. I know those CEO business types, the read their CEO magazines chock full of pseudoscience articles like, for example, determining a personality type via their handwriting style, the hooks and curves of their calligraphy. Corporate astrology, just as gullible to fancy jargon as the proverbial Man Down The Street.

I’ll take the XL Pancit Canton, please.

I wake up, feed the cats, take my supplements including a concentrated CBD paste, then stretch and meditate in my darkened room with a sleep mask, sitting in a relaxed but yoga-like position, with knees bent and the soles touching, hands nested on my belly, my back straight but with support.
Then I stay there, watching my breath, getting distracted, returning to my breath, getting distracted again, etc., for around seventy minutes!

When I come back out, I make my morning coffee.
I have been meditating every day for the past seven years. I used to do forty minutes, but right now I’m really enjoying the really long sessions, so I go with it.

It gets to a point that if I move my arms, even with eyes closed and a sleep mask on, I can perceive the movements like the ghostly shadow of the change, as if the body is also “seen” by another movement-based sense, and it manages to imprint itself a bit into the optical system. I don’t know quite how to put it into words, and it happens every single time, it’s happened hundreds of times.

Meditation is like a low-key, healthy and daily psychedelic experience. It’s beautiful, one of the best things I’ve ever done in my life.

Hippie Speedball makes a cameo!

How much overlap is there?
Because I’d bet the same type of asshole that listens to assholes like shapiro, peterson, etc, also listens to rogan.

This book club is more like a book cult.
A cult in which they’re not even interested in reading the book, god forbid they should sprain the lump of white fat between their ears; instead they bang everyone on the head with their impenetrable goddamned book, constantly inciting moral panic, we tell you what and how to think and give us your MONEY, we are closer to god than you and god needs MONEY!!!

Potential voters were warned about this shit - among many other things - in 2016 and the sabotage of Merrick Garland’s nomination, the blatant republican disdain for the democratic process, the enabling of fascist frenzy already whistling at full boil.
But vote for a woman?!! When pigs fly!!!

Potential voters were warned about this shit - among many other things - in 2024, the blatant republican disdain for the democratic process, how the fascist frenzy had stormed the Capitol four years prior and people getting killed in the process, the supreme court revoking women’s right to choose, many MANY other things.
But vote for a woman?!! When pigs fly!!!

Non-voters didn’t just shit on their own drinking water, they shat on ALL our water supply. Stubbornly ignorant, erratic, impatient and petty, oh-so-precious-and-pure deadweights that they are.