IDS (Imminent Death Syndrome) puts us all in an awkward position.

He could go at any moment… he’s got entitilitus!

An Honored Matre with her sexy skills!

The opposite of a Bulwer-Lytton!

How about a threefer with
Jerry
Lee
Lewis!

Reminds me of that Simon & Garfunkel lyric, along the lines of

…he’s so unhip
when you say Dylan
he thinks you’re talking about Dylan Thomas!
Whoever he was.

Beezchurger!
Chimkin nugget
flavor

Hey, Imaginary Percentages, cool!

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To generate Complex Demographic on a Cartesian plane.

Because if it wasn’t Gaza, it would have been another excuse to not lift a lazy goddamned finger and still delude themselves into feeling "morally superior"while sitting on their fat mediocre asses at home.

Before Harris, they also leaned heavily on the “Sleepy Joe” bullshit and “two old white men up for election, who cares”. Once the old “Sleepy Joe” element was removed from the equation, they had to find a way to keep their goddamned stubbornly lazy and ignorant narrative intact.

Now that the election is over, most of these “concerned and outraged” deadweight assholes will never think about Gaza and the plight of its’ people again. And they will keep on feeling smug about themselves.

For a moment there, I thought the younger people of America had in them the capacity to do the obvious righteous thing, and to banish the demons once and for all.
The younger people of America have shown what they are made of, and never again will I overestimate them.

Because… Palestine? Or buttery males? Or because they will grab onto any excuse to sit on their lazy asses instead of voting, and that impulse to do nothing intensifies with a female presidential candidate?

Yes, it is retarded. Almost to the goddamned Middle Ages in some respects. And its’ younger generations are just as stunted and stupid as the boomers they howl against. The deaf and blind screaming at the deaf and blind.

They’ve done it before and they’ll fucking do it again.
All these young new potential voters! A fresh wave of idiot!

While filming Citizen Kane, director and star Orson Welles likened making a movie to playing with a toy train set, and that playful inventive spirit shines all throughout the movie.

Ooh… shots fired across the bow of the Yellow Submarine!

C’mon, plucky little yellow fellow, torpedo the sh#t outta that blue meanie m#th#rf#ck#r!

Ted Stevens.

“The internet… isn’t a dump truck. It’s a series of tubes.”

Buy it at your local Fleetwood Mart.

None other than The Flying Dutchman himself, Honus Wagner!
Was a fixture at shortstop for the Pirates around the turn of the 20th century, amassed all kinds of baseball milestones and records.

Ay… thy mother mated with a scorpion!

As a grown man who has always been into astronomy, have read books and magazines, watched series and documentaries for decades now, I recently felt this way again while delving into the geometries of cosmology.

Things like The Cosmic Horizon, the very far edge of light’s ability to reach us as it has travelled for 13.8 billion years, yet the source of that light is now 46.5 billion light years away from us. This is our largest cosmological compass, we can trace the circle and do some abstract math with it.

They have traced triangles inside the sphere of light that surrounds us and figured out the angles from that light, and there are two options:

1. The Universe is flat and possibly infinite.
2. If the Universe is curved, it is so incomprehensibly huge that we cannot detect its’ curvature even with our compass of 46.5 billion light years, must be at bare minimum 250 larger than what we can see, and that works out to 11.5 trillion light years in every direction from us, or a diameter of 23 trillion light years.
   Yet the Universe is only 13.8 billion years old.

When you hug onscreen with a guy called Bitch Tits and sob your heart out, I can easily imagine many women are going to be mesmerized by such a strange glimpse into the mysterious male dynamics of it all.
Fight Club may be a lot of things, but it most certainly is NOT a macho, Lawrence Of Arabia or Michael Bay-style testosterone ride.

For some reason, I feel like his stage name should be Baby Leroy.