Also a waste of your own time. Double edged sword. Unless you like sitting and waiting under flickering fluorescent lighting for your cavity search.
Also a waste of your own time. Double edged sword. Unless you like sitting and waiting under flickering fluorescent lighting for your cavity search.
The philosopher of choice for mediocre self-entitled pricks with delusions of grandeur everywhere.
Ooh… capsaicin-powered hot take!
For my Art Metal band, Caligula’s Ring.
For my Spanish-language Hip-Hop Reggaeton crew, Los Zánganos Del Rap.
Full disclosure: I’m not a fan of either genre.
Well damn, I feel like I’m responding to my own soul from the past!
My experience was identical, back in the early 80s.
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)
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”.
MGM just sitting there on the sidelines smiling quietly, gently scratching the head of a purring “2001”.
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.
And many of the most stubbornly ignorant potential voters in swing states declare smugly, from their ivory tower of lazy truthiness - which they refer to as “purity” and “enlightenment” - that bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe LoL aMiRiTe.
Insisting against all reason and evidence that their absence from the 2016 election sent a clear message, made them the opposite of insignificant… when what they actually did was drop a goddamned pellet of cyanide into their own drinking water, along with everyone else’s.
Demanding a charismatic messiah god-king, willfully ignoring that what they are electing (or not electing) is a system of governance with thousands of employees at all levels. Like a pathological, medieval peasant mindset that they seem unwilling or unable to transcend.
“Massage me with a single voice, who cares about the rest.”
Shitting like monkeys on the importance of the Supreme Court, unable to grasp the far-reaching importance of it.
Unable to grasp how massive coordinated republican stonewalling and sabotage can be to scuttle the best intentions of whatever charismatic messiah god-king might happen to try and arise.
They keep giving the keys to the kingdom to republicans, keep them powerful, then get pissed at Democrats when they can’t clean up the mess fast enough, with one hand tied behind their back.
You can’t change a system overnight, you nudge the inertia one election at a time, but judging from the mediocre seesaw of the flaky, lazy and petulant electorate, it seems no momentum can ever be built.
All with the blaring self-righteousness of - “I lifted a finger once. Nothing happened overnight. Never again.”
Cheered on by those actively participating in concern trolling divide-and-conquer political campaign tactics, both from within the country and from halfway across the world in China and goddamned russia.