America’s best export is suffering. Right now we call them tarrifs.

Thanks to closing down USAid, we gave up soft power.

A coalition of the willing, ready to make the world safe for Democracy, like 80 years ago.
Swap the beaches of Normandy for Chesapeake Bay.

Getting aboard the #2 train

Wow. He also likes to watch…

(Headbutts intensify)

What if I work in dinosaur erotica? (I don’t, but also, can I work in dinosaur erotica?)

Go on…

The ratchet effect is real. I’m glad that I don’t have kids.

As soon as you accused it, it would announce that it was running for president, delay judgement for four years, win, and then spread the infection worldwide.

Me too

So voting for the worm is supporting genocide. Not voting means that the cake will be chosen by default but you feel better due to a logical fallacy. The cake is a lie. That cake is actually genocide but with the additional benefit of acceleration of the downfall of society and the adoption of fascism.

Would you risk your life to save your fellow worm, even if that worm is a pair of wolves inside a bear?

No, because the worm is supporting genocide, and you’re committed to your moral superiority.

The forest was truly missed for the trees on this day.

The left’s best warrior and horse enthusiast

Climate change is the term that the GOP came up with in focus groups because it was “less scary”.

Call it what it is. Global warming.

Ublock never worked on Android without root.

Plus the two overlaping photos on the wall.

Autobots roll out!

I chuckled at the Eel with the “TUMOR” line but I have a dark sense of humor. A couple others made me smile.

When my Mom was in hospice, they strung balloons and a banner on her birthday. She passed two days later. I was cathartic, but I sung happy birthday to her. Sometimes the absurdity can be a comfort when you’re vulnerable.

That feel when your homies are all on ozempic.

(Sorry brother, I would have consumed a healthy amount had I been there. I am on ozempic now so depending on when my shot was my performance is no longer guaranteed)

Humanity has a true fascination with phallic symbols.

The Washington Monument, tribal fertility statues, ancient cultures, billionaire spacecraft, and modern art. Long understood to represent power and virility.

In that context, as horses are endowed with such a phallus as large as your arm, one could be forgiven for the fascination.

Fascination does not equate with action however.

I have an autistic fascination with trains, which also represent power. That doesn’t mean that I want to fornicate with one. I mean, how would you even approach a train for that? I am tempted to google train rule34, but I must remain pure!

Idk if I miss him yelling “Michael!” for 45 minutes…