The crowd that murdoch and limbaugh handed the orange parasite on a platter, does not care about pesky and boring little things like facts and figures. It is an irrational mob fed with bacteria-infested red meat for two decades. They can only be reached via the basest of impulses, ripe pickings only for the most ignorant and/or shameless of conmen. It doesn’t help society that the right-wing toxic propaganda machine operates at full blast 24 hours a day, seven days a week.

For a long time it was Huevos Rancheros, but that got nudged into the #2 spot when I discovered Eggs Benedict.

I’m afraid they might be a whole bunch of oldies but goodies:

2001: A Space Odyssey.
The Empire Strikes Back.
Miller’s Crossing (the third movie written and directed by the Coen brothers, from 1989).
A Bridge Too Far (from 1977, a sprawling, star-studded epic about the Allies and their costly, ill-advised and ultimately unsuccessful Operation Market-Garden in WWII).
A Bout De Soufflé. (Godard’s seminal French New Wave cannon blast).
From Russia With Love.
The Spy Who Loved Me.

Well that was a spectacular read in your link, keep calling attention to it, 'cause it’s gonna be a constant drip-drip-drip of people finding out. I didn’t know, but starting today, I’m gonna experiment with SearXNG as my primary search engine, see how that goes!

This visual is uniquely soothing, reminds me of artist Cory Arcangel, who did an art piece with just the Super Mario clouds drifting on a television screen - hacking into the NES cartridge and getting rid of everything else - to much admiration.

I remember reading an art journalist applauding the Impressionistic feel of the thing, the way Arcangel brought a background object to the fore, and in the process transformed it into something new entirely, with a surprising character and strength of presence.

Here’s a Whitney Museum link to the work.

Maybe the problem is that they’re all trying to be the same goddamned thing, like how there are 15 or more goddamned hamburger chains.

“We want to be like facebook! Also like Youtube and twitter and tiktok! And like Instagram!”

Maybe if they stuck to their speciality and strengths, pick a lane and stay in it, they would prosper. But no! God forbid!

Diamonds, or any sort of gemstone, as trying to sell those things would probably be as risky as stealing them in the first place.

Because so many trump voters are low-information, rabid and impervious to fact and/or reason. They will vote orange even if he shoots someone on Fifth Avenue to death, or if there are 32-or-whatever felony indictments/verdicts.

Meanwhile, many potential Democrat voters are also low-information in their own way - impressionable, fickle and with little memory retention, they seem unable to act upon a clear and present danger until it punches them in the goddamned face (and by then of course it’s too late), somehow have normalized the orange threat and are easy prey to an algorithm pushing a “both parties are the same” divide-and-conquer propaganda.

The difference between a parasite-laden excrement chip cookie and a raisin oatmeal cookie, “But I wanted chocolate chip! bOtH cOoKiEs ArE tHe SaMe!”

I still get all verklempt about it.

I’d be on a Toast, eating Boat… or wait… is that the other way around?

Toat Boast.

There, now that’s better.

Nature is based

…it’s lawyers all the way down.

Also, bigger lawyers feed on smaller lawyers, scoop them up in gigantic mouthfuls, can consume up to four tonnes per day.

Ok, this happened in another school near my own, a catholic school run by priests strict to the point of unreasonable, asshole-level old school strict, they even applied corporal punishment every once in a while.

The story spread like wildfire, there were a ton and a half of cross-school friendships between that particular school and mine. This was “somewhere in Mexico”, to keep it anonymous.
Strap in, it’s a long story but it’s a doozy.

There was this really overweight kid, he wasn’t bullied or anything, he had friends and everything.
One day in the middle of class, he raised his hand - “May I be excused? I really need to go to the restroom”, and the dismally unsurprising response was - “Certainly NOT! Learn to hold it in! bE a MaN!” A few minutes later, a foul stench spread across the classroom. The kid didn’t say anything, he just got up and walked out, as everybody stared in a stunned silence.

Everyone in class stormed the windows from inside to see the kid as he walked across the school yard towards the restrooms, on its’ own building, and locked himself inside. One classmate suddenly yelled out - “The shitter!”, and within a few seconds the entire classroom joined in a loud chorus - “THE SHITTER! THE SHITTER!”

Par for the course with these sociopathic and incompetent priests, everyone knew there was no paper in the restrooms, a common occurrence.

This poor kid stayed locked inside the restroom as a teacher here and a priest there knocked on the door and attempted to negotiate. This went on for a couple of hours, until the kid’s brother arrived at school, walked across the yards, carrying a fresh change of clothes, knocked on the restroom door and was let inside.

By this point, everything in school was at a standstill, every single student in every single classroom was glued to the windows, staring in silence. You could hear a pin drop. Then the door opened, kid and his brother walked out, and headed for the school exit.

Then one kid shouted - “The shitter!”, and now the ENTIRE school, from every classroom window, joined in the chorus - “THE SHITTER! THE SHITTER!!!”

The poor kid never did return, he transferred to another school. On the one hand, surely out of shame, but on the other, because the casual, mindless and indifferent cruelty the goddamned priests imposed on children. In a more empathetic, humane school, this would have not happened.

Here’s the cool epilogue - when this kid attended high school some years later, nobody bothered him about the incident, he had his own band of friends, went to parties and everything. When the story was told, the emphasis was on the asshole priests. That’s a comforting thought.

Its’ best days are ahead, not behind. And being a decentralized entity - like Bit Torrent or Bitcoin - makes it an important social media experiment that is worth stoking the flames, and whose outcome will be much different than it was with reddit.

YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!!?

Ah, I see somebody listens to the Blank Check podcast, the Special Features one on Patreon!

Also RIP Martin Mull.

Absinthe, Skyrim and Facebook.

Oh yes we do, we want the community here to be like it was in Reddit before the meddling of that greedy, right-wing asshole-in-charge allowed maga to flourish there, and before he fully and officially enshittified the interface.

Hell is real… you’re looking at it.

Even if it didn’t quite invent the genre - The Rutles predates it by half a decade, there could be earlier examples - it most definitely defined it.