That was a great movie, and I had forgotten about it until now. Thanks for the memory jog.

Okay, let’s make this simple enough for you. Pictures, everybody. Pictures for the man with the mind of a sloth. Exhibit A. Exhibit B.

Well now the original premise is being changed… Don’t take away dragonrider’s potential future with tridecanonillion dollars! Sextillion is also a very fun word to say in the halls of power.

I mean, dragonrider thinks that people will have a billion dollars, and the rich will have a trillion, but dragonrider thinks that the rich will have quadrillions by that point. Maybe dragonrider will even get to start using all those idle game terms like quintillion, or decillion.

Does anybody know the political leanings of his healthcare team after that stroke? Did they influence his fractured mind as it was healing? I wonder if ‘stroke’ is the new doublespeak word for reconditioning at a CIA black site.

Again, as somebody that was grown catholic, where are you getting that from?

Then, like most catholics in the wild, you don’t have much grasp of the tenets of the religion. It’s weird that I’m the only one in my family who actually remembers anything from the catechism classes, but it seems standard in my see (that I’m not a part of anymore, but when I was forced to attend mass and such) that no one has any idea of the various positions of the faith espoused by the church. Catholicism is one of the interesting christian sects because it actually has a long history of ‘reasoning’ its way to the conclusions that shape the beliefs, and its sort of sad that the average person claiming catholicism as their religion knows so little of it.

Anyway, back to the original point: No meat on Fridays has been a thing for a very long time, in the actual annals of the religion’s leaders. Go look at the council of Trent and their declarations. For the philosophy of it, read Thomas Aquinas and his (now) laughable idea: The idea that fish don’t inherit original sin because they don’t have sex. For the practical reasons, go read the NPR article that details some of the history behind it.

Um… are we talking about in Mexico? Because 40 year old virgin gave little me so many horrible thoughts.

I’ve got this thing called a phone that accesses this other thing called the internet which has this other thing called a campaign website with links to these other things that the person running for office has stated in an official manner about their policies. Why the hell would I want someone to come talk to me in person, where they are going to lack information, bumble about trying to set the right tone, and take far longer to get the point across than these five words: Harris is better than Trump.

I can see it for a small, local candidate… but for the example given of the Harris campaign, the fucking presidential race? Come on, let’s be serious.

I once had a beagle that was a voracious insect killer. She would play with spiders, cockroaches, ants, etc. the same way people talk about cats playing with mice. Eventually, she would always make a mistake of pressing too hard when trapping the insect and pulling it back, and we’d have another little squish spot by the back door that needed to be cleaned.