Creepers often contain compartments for hiding one’s stash beneath the insole.

Thanks. If anything, this friendship/relationship has taught me why people with similar trauma and personalities can be great for emotional intimacy (we get it) but also absolutely toxic when our trauma forged defenses and coping mechanisms rise up. She’s given me a lot of insight into “oh, so that’s what it’s like to deal with me when I act like that”. Love her to death but we’re not the match.

One can find someone who is their friend, is someone they love, and with whom they have a great sexual relationship but still get zoned into “it’s complicated”. If reality wasn’t so messy, and we didn’t have such fucked up childhoods, my ride or die and I would be a perfect couple. Instead we’re sometimes fuck buddies, sometimes lovers, sometimes friends, sometimes play relationship. It’s complicated.

Neither will my parents, but that’s a different story. On the other hand I can spend 30 seconds walking to the end of my driveway and back to retrieve my mail and my dog thinks my return is the second coming. Pick those you invest yourself in wisely.

Begrudgingly, if they’re down for the cause. The rule that only those who “return” from exile in Northern Europe get to hold positions of power still applies.

Israel’s big reveal is going to be that they did in fact send an agent to the western hemisphere hundreds of years ago just to bury some golden tablets in upstate New York and will be activating the entirety of Deseret with the phrase “Hie to Kolob”.

I’ve pondered on the idea that, although not comfortably, you could in theory have any bone in your body surgically removed and live to see it. Except your skull. You’ll never see your own skull.

According to the Pope’s biographer, when the guy complained about his depiction the Pope said “My jurisdiction extends only to Heaven, not to Hell. In Hell you must remain.”

Nah, they’ll survive. It’ll just kill all the buds on your trees and your bulbs that were duped into poking up.

“I am quite certain that the crimes of this guilty land will never be purged away but with blood. I had, as I now think vainly, flattered myself that without very much bloodshed it might be done.” -John Brown

The war isn’t just with those in power, who as someone else pointed out are far beyond the reach of the average American, it’s with our neighbors and family members that support these leaders and policies. This administration is the fruit of a rotten tree, remove it without addressing the roots and it will just grow back in some new form, maybe next year, maybe next decade. Our elected officials that oppose this admin on paper do nothing with their power to stop it. Our courts either rubber stamp it or when they do rule against it get ignored because law enforcement is complicit.

A lone wolf might strike back here and there but such actions don’t make a difference because they are quickly neutralized, their targets are easily replaceable and elevated to martyrs.

Until the opposition has some semblance of unity, leadership, and the resolve to see through what is started to the brutal, bloody, bitter end; this is America. We’ll either keep telling ourselves “next election, next release of files, next court ruling, next protest will change this” and live under perpetual disappointment and tyranny (at home and abroad), or we’ll accept violence and gamble on which side has a better resolve. Gonna get real ugly once that Rubicon is crossed, and we all know it so that’s why nobody wants to be the first. Just ask true American hero John Brown.

Couch potato.

Where’s Inigo Montoya when we need him?

Still can’t hold a candle to Dizzy.

Disney should be preparing a lawsuit to halt “Agents of Shield”. Not because they care, but because nobody fucks with the Mouse’s IP.

Back when I was booking shows it was great because you could blast a small event and know it was reaching a lot of people. Bands would share it, every band member would reshare it. But then I noticed the growing discrepancy between the amount of people who claimed they’d attend online and who showed up. Like so much on FB, the illusion of being a part of something became more important than actually being a part of something. But yeah, for a brief moment there was a bit of “social” in social media. Then came the yelling.

Plenty of keep our lives exciting by addictionmaxing. Food, booze, cigarettes, drugs, sex, gambling, shopping, animal hoarding…

This is why I’m team xenomorph. No agenda, no philosophy, no sermons. Just equal opportunity face-hugging and chest-bursting.

If you know it’s being said unironically than you know it’s not satire, it’s just endorsement.

Believing Saddam is in heaven would require believing in some sort of god/afterlife/good place vs bad place, and I assure you the vast majority of people who make satirical memes commenting on the United States once again using the excuse of “WMDs!” don’t believe in that. This is gallows humor, grim laughter at being fed the same bullshit time and time again. It’s the by-product of burnout when the regime changes but the narrative remains the same.

What has happened in America (and globally) is that digital interfacing has removed all the nuance, non-verbal, and tonal clues that would clue others in that satire is not endorsement. It relies on the belief that the listener/reader is literate enough to understand that what is being offered is not meant to be taken at face value. It can be true that Saddam was a piece of shit and that it wasn’t America’s place to take him out under false pretenses. I wouldn’t shed a tear if the mango turd got sent to Hell (metaphorically, since I don’t believe in Hell), but I would still be perturbed if his ticket was checked by some foreign nation that I knew didn’t actually give a fuck about me and my community or what came next for us.