That gold band around the cigarette is what nudges the whole thing to a whole 'nother level.
That gold band around the cigarette is what nudges the whole thing to a whole 'nother level.
STOP!
STOP, UPON ME!
FORCE THE TOOLS AVAILABLE!
YES… I’M ALRIGHT…!
BWA HAHA HAHA HAHA…!
Aqua Cola!
(picture here an image of Inmortan Joe opening the spigots)
Needs one more square on the right-hand side saying “YES”.
Thankfully I’m avoiding most noisy university-sophomore politics in my content, whenever it pops up I quickly prune it out of my content feed.
Currently, the four main subjects on my watch history are particle physics, cosmology, Gobekli Tepe (and everything related to those ancient Taş Tepeler people), Sumerian cuneiform writing (courtesy of the extraordinary Professor Irving Finkle).
But to keep things on topic, I regularly have to block suggested channels and videos that start straying towards clickbait controversy, “Is Science Dying?” and “The Image NASA Doesn’t Want You To See!”, that sort of bullshit.
The goddamned algorithm, and those that feed it, it’s mindlessly relentless constant mechanism, and I hate it, but there is so much treasure among the brushes and poison ivy one has to keep on hacking at, with the proverbial digital machete. There is so much legit gold in there.
But make it the Montemayor one, Part 1 being from the Japanese perspective, taking us along for a wild ride inside the fog of war.
The level of quality narrative is nothing short of outstanding.
And many of the most stubbornly ignorant potential voters in swing states declare smugly, from their ivory tower of lazy truthiness - which they refer to as “purity” and “enlightenment” - that bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe LoL aMiRiTe.
Insisting against all reason and evidence that their absence from the 2016 election sent a clear message, made them the opposite of insignificant… when what they actually did was drop a goddamned pellet of cyanide into their own drinking water, along with everyone else’s.
Demanding a charismatic messiah god-king, willfully ignoring that what they are electing (or not electing) is a system of governance with thousands of employees at all levels. Like a pathological, medieval peasant mindset that they seem unwilling or unable to transcend.
“Massage me with a single voice, who cares about the rest.”
Shitting like monkeys on the importance of the Supreme Court, unable to grasp the far-reaching importance of it.
Unable to grasp how massive coordinated republican stonewalling and sabotage can be to scuttle the best intentions of whatever charismatic messiah god-king might happen to try and arise.
They keep giving the keys to the kingdom to republicans, keep them powerful, then get pissed at Democrats when they can’t clean up the mess fast enough, with one hand tied behind their back.
You can’t change a system overnight, you nudge the inertia one election at a time, but judging from the mediocre seesaw of the flaky, lazy and petulant electorate, it seems no momentum can ever be built.
Don’t forget how:
"I’m NOT voting for an entire apparatus of executive government with thousands of employees, I’m ONLY voting for a charismatic messiah godking, because I’m still little more than a medieval peasant looking to be mesmerized.
Then if fascists take over the nation (again) and the most vulnerable among me suffer from it (again and again and again), that’s not MY problem. While (somehow) fancying myself as enlightened and special and pure. I’m at the center of my goddamned Universe!"
The Supreme Court, and how republicans effectively staged a coup of it in 2016 by turning their back on Merrick Garland, then packed it with corrupt right-wing zealots? “Not MY problem!”… until it is, but by then it’s way too late.
Starring… a de-aged Brad Douriff, in the role of a lifetime!
Can any mere man wield such ferocious, blinding power?
A terrifyingly, beautiful thing to behold. But only just a glance.
I’m scared, feel like… like an Upper Neolithic man witnessing Nikolai Tesla inside his Faraday cage, as the bright blue electric current crackles and arches all around him.
The red chair of death… to the lumbar region.
Hold it right there, buddy, what’s the matter, didn’t you read the sign at the entrance of this instance? It clearly says CAT, not CATSssss…
also bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe I hAvE aN iNfOrMeD oPiNiOn!
A chronic compulsive content-stealer creature like gallowboob might have encompassed that 15% all by himself.
It could be broken down into a couple of further categories somewhere in the middle:
EDIT: on further thought, there’s another one in between those two.
Where probes have orbited - Mercury, Venus, Moon, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn.
Wouldn’t it be a lovely sight to see these social media companies paint themselves into a corner with their shiny, flashy new tech, mindlessly thrust out into the world, not because of any true functionality (as of yet) but because “new!”
Back when Australia was still remote and exotic, before Crocodile Dundee even, a lot of people back in the day thought he sang:
“He just smiled and gave me a bit of my sandwich”,
which would have also made for a fantastic lyric in a very silly way.
I don’t know… I think she zoomed past the potato and plowed straight into the ambrosia salad.
Oh man, I LOVE that channel, written by Paul M. Sutter aka Ask A Spaceman, I’ve seen every episode, some of them twice. And that goes as well as its’ sister channel, The Entire History Of Earth.