Dirt-wit, Trump-nozzle, and Wank-clown are clearly underutilized profanities.
Dirt-wit, Trump-nozzle, and Wank-clown are clearly underutilized profanities.
Do we only count blue, or do we count red and green as triangles as well?
First they came for the beer and soda drinkers, and I did not speak out—because I did not drink beer and soda.
PLEASE ADOPT VERIFICATION CAT TO CONTINUE
“To prove that you are human, donate $$$ to Doctors Without Borders.”
“To prove that you are human, register to vote.”
“To prove that you are human, adopt a pet from the local animal shelter.”
There was another questionably real Trump tattoo and I had the same thought: is it more disturbing to think that a person would earnestly get such a tattoo, or that a person would pretend to get such a tattoo? Why in the world would they pretend that? To convince people that they are in fact gigantic morons? To manipulate someone even dumber into getting a real Trump face tattoo? It’s all very mysterious.
I remember Wil Wheaton saying this in The Guild, but was he also quoting Rand at the time?
TIL about Twelve-Mile Circle
I never identified more closely with anyone in Trump world than when Melania was said to be pissed off that she was expected to be in charge of decorating the White House for Christmas.
I mean, I like putting up a bunch of decorations for a holiday, but the idea of being expected to put them up? Oh fuck that.
My feeling right after the Biden-Trump debate was pretty much the same as my feeling after the Harris-Trump debate: I do not understand what the American electorate wants, and I can’t predict their behavior. I was horrified by Biden’s performance, but I couldn’t say if that would matter. I was really pleased with Harris’ performance, and I’m glad that it seems to be pushing things in the right direction, but by Odin’s beard I cannot fathom how Trump could have a political career at all, let alone what it will take to really change the minds of anyone who is still undecided at this point. I’ll take what I can get, but I can’t predict the mental workings of undecided voters in Arizona, Georgia, or Wisconsin.
In 1971, Rep. Tom Moore, Jr. of Waco, Texas sponsored a resolution commending Albert de Salvo for his unselfish service to “his county, his state and his community.” That resolution read, in part:
This compassionate gentleman’s dedication and devotion to his work has enabled the weak and the lonely throughout the nation to achieve and maintain a new degree of concern for their future. He has been officially recognized by the state of Massachusetts for his noted activities and unconventional techniques involving population control and applied psychology.
Kamala is the best version of a normal politician fighting against Trump. It remains to be seen if that’s enough, because he’s just so goddamn weird that it’s difficult to even compare Tool A to Problem B.
I think she’s incorporated virtually all of the strengths of any of her comparable peers, and almost none of their weaknesses. I think that, given the nature of the opponent and his total lack of seriousness, she said everything I would reasonably hope she would have said during this debate.
I also think that I don’t properly understand the collective psyche of the American electorate. I don’t understand how the election could be this close, when it is a choice between a serious, competent, passionate, talented professional, and a man who is literally a collection of all of the worst possible traits a person could have. That it could come down to such a narrow choice is a mystery for the ages.
Was it ever made canon that the old Klingon “gods” were a spacefaring race that conquered the still plabet-bound Klingons with superior technology and were eventually overthrown? I feel like that might have been beta canon, or maybe just a very compelling fan theory.
There’s that DS9 episode where Jadzia risks exile from Trill society to revisit an old relationship, and, if not necessarily trans, it reads pretty obviously as a queer allegory.
Humanity truly is a species built on community and mutual support.
“I WANTED ORANGE FANTA!” [Throws 17th century emerald cup across the room]