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.

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.

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.

If that were so, some parts of us would be shrinking faster than the speed of light!

Fuck russia for making me feel indifferent about a drought, for making me feel like they deserve it.

The kind that gets struck in the face with a wooden paddle and it seems like they’re saying - “THANK YOU SIR MAY I PLEASE HAVE ANOTHER?”

…and Elvis has left the building!

Old Old Spice, meet the New Old Spice.

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.

The clear ones are where the fun is at in 2024.
You dirt-hat libgoblin!

Also, having China and Mexico both in the same general direction makes no sense whatsoever. I’m sure it is not the only inaccuracy in the map, this one just leapt off the screen for 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!

Trying to… rush hour… can’t get… the traffic… much traffic… (static) …where do all these fucking cars… (static)…
(signal drowns out in a sea of cars on the I-5)

Instructions unclear, ended up stuck in Irvine, California.

Bastards always trying to see "how far can we take this thing?", always “chasing that demon”. The same as with spicy food, once they got their hands on ghost peppers, scotch bonnets and moruga scorpions, doing hybrids, looking to break the 2 million Scoville Units barrier and above… for some reason that’s beyond my comprehension.

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

Toat Boast.

There, now that’s better.

Does this have those two golden ratio spirals going in opposite directions? Something like a series of seven in one direction and a series of five in the other one.