Don’t you wish there was a way to quit enabling these shit-kickin’ shitheads. To let them actually live what they preach, in isolation without their shitwater splashing and spilling around everywhere else.

None of their politicians asking for handouts behind closed doors and under the table, too embarrassed to admit to the voters that yes, indeed, a collective government IS extremely useful AND convenient when you need it the most, and not only when YOU need it but also when OTHERS need it, too.

But one might as well try and explain quantum mechanics to a goddamned brick wall.

Then the person behind the counter looks like Larry “Bud” Melman aka Calvert DeForest, from David Letterman’s late nite era.
One face blurred out, the other a Late Nite copy-paste.

There was this one time I was looking for the matches, and they were in my hand. What I can’t remember is if I had the matches in my hand the whole time, or if I found them, grabbed them and kept on looking for them.

Then there is also all those mediocre non-voters who empowered by default the motivated-by-hysteria, toxic dregs of society, up and down Main St. and deep within their communities and suburbs.

This, like so many other cruel unnecessary things, could have been easily avoided.
“But… but… muh puriteh! bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe LoL aMiRiTe”
vOtE fOr A wOmAn? mE?!! wHeN PIGS FLY!!!

The mental gymnastics so many non-voters use to convince themselves that their lazy mediocrity is not a HUGE part of the problem. They exert a hundred times the energy to stab themselves in the chest with a rusty knife, and as gangrene sets in, they fancy themselves as hero martyrs, because they so bravely did nothing of value to stop this. Useless deadweight flakes that they are.

2 - 6 - 3 - 4 - 1 - 8 - 5.
The wedges you can keep.

Did you just decohere Yoshio Nishina?!!
Go to your room, before you collapse any more wave functions.
And no Green Tea Kit Kats for you tonight.

Japan has been in the thick of quantum physics research since very near the beginning. Look up the name “Yoshio Nishina”.

What time is it?
It’s Beer O’clock!

Wainscoting. Sounds like… a little Dorset village. Wainscoting.

…unless you heat them up first, to kill the bacteria; two minutes on HIGH ought to do it.

Is this LOSS?
Loss of the symmetric crystal structure!

The moral of the story is: no rusty banal or shitty memory is banal or shitty enough, for these postmodern kids nowadays to NOT commoditize it as “nostalgia”. EXACTLY like their boomer parents with their own rusty banal or shitty items in their memory bank.

“I look around me, and the horizon seems to be at the same distance everywhere I look, therefore it must be obvious: I am at the center of the Universe.”

Orange-shooting Man!

The Battle Of The World Wars Two has begun!

Squat P, Diddly

Queso Casita

You were expecting the storm god of the Sinai desert, maybe?

Chuckables.
Guffawfables.

Pray with me.