He might have had the microphone before, but then legions of non-voters granted him THE POWER over their lives!
wHeN tHeRe’S aN eLeCTiOn YoU oNLy eLeCt OnE pErSoN!
bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe LoL
i Am NoT LiKe A mEdiEvaL pEaSaNt, i Am a PuRe AnD eNLigHtEnEd DeLiCaTe FLoWeR
Empowering these creatures was easily preventable, and the worst is yet to keep on coming, and coming, and coming… but you know how the average non-voting imbecile is.
“I won’t vote because it feels like a duty, I want voting to be FUN! I want a kinglike charismatic figure with a magical political wand to INSPIRE every breathing moment my ignorant, medieval peasant, eNLigHtEnEd MiNd!”
It bears mentioning that none of this would have been necessary if people have gone out and VOTED in numbers like these.
Instead they first passively threw a tantrum enabling this Gestapo, now their country is a global pariah, not to be trusted again, while expending so much more energy, experiencing much more inconvenience and risk than voting, just to send a symbolic message to sociopaths who have the power, enjoy abusing it, and do NOT care to listen.
Which is to say: this is meaningless, voting is everything and you blew it yet again. But people insist on wanting to be inspired by one godking figurehead, refusing to understand how consistently voting just one day a year, in presidentials, midterms and off-years, is how political momentum is built or eroded, how a government is not one godking president, but an entire system with hundreds of thousands of civil servants, elected, appointed and hired, at every level of government, momentum builds slowly.
If Democrats ever win again, it will be with one hand tied behind their back, facing right-wing sabotage every step of the way, just as has happened every time since Jimmy Carter, and if they can’t wave a magic political wand and fix this unfixable mess in one go, the oh-so-precious impatient electorate is going to throw yet another destructive tantrum and back to square minus five or worse.
And loads of groupies on the younger side… if you know what I mean.
To paraphrase one parasite talking about another parasite.
Holy shit, just how many blowjobs has this cult leader given to studio suits? Of what kind of dirty laundry does he have on them?
Why does this JUST. KEEP. HAPPENING?!!
The fact of the matter is that if Democrats had been elected, there would have been no invasion of Venezuela, nor Iraq two decades ago.
Let us not kid ourselves. Non-voting eligible American voters let trump take the reins again, with control of Congress and the Supreme Court, knowing he could pull shit like this at any moment, yet still sat on their lazy asses TWO Election Days, fondling their purity, bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe LoL, and now they’re like… “C’mon Schumer… dazzle me and my most excellent purity over here!”
Elections have huge consequences, so spare us the righteous outrage. Whatever blood gets spilled, it’s also on those soft, tender, lily-white hands of non-voting deadweights.
Also, twice is a pattern: “Vote for a woman?!! Me?!! When PIGS FLY!!!”
The yellow “low tire pressure” light.
“I’ve never seen anyone sad in a Ferrari. In fact, I’ve never seen anyone in a Ferrari, I’ve only seen the Ferrari as I pass by the dealership showroom.”
Lamborghinis, on the other hand… I once saw a farmer driving his Lambo tractor truck! And while I didn’t get a good look at his face, it was still awesome.
Tiger.
Champ.
Or go British!
Guv’nor or just plain Guv.
The mad lads did it!
Somewhere between 6:13 and 6:15pm.
“Shave & A Haircut” honk, perhaps?
A Doritos ad!
So you can drift asleep thinking - “Boy, do I feel refreshed!”
Make sure you put some OIL aside for the future.
“What… you mean like salad oil?”
And my work here is done, I am OUTTA HERE!
“Wait! Did you mean like olive or peanut oil or…?”
(crickets(forever))
Many years ago, my family had a few small off-road motorcycles, we’d go explore the countryside near and around my city, in northern Mexico.
One time we were looking to cross a usually tame little creek made very wide by recent rains, my dad saw a possible spot to cross but there was a patch of muddy sand to deal with first…
…suddenly we hear my dad terror-screaming - “HELP! I’m sinking in quicksand!”
And sink he did! All the way up to his knees. That’s as deep as the spot got. Turning dad’s bike around and pulling it out of that sticky muck was a bitch and a half, though.
as shipping insurer Lloyds of London notes, the number of incidents is so unexceptional that premiums for voyages within the Triangle are the same as anywhere else in the world
This right here is literally The Money Quote.
Follow the money!
What about Lake Superior and Michigan!
Are premiums also the same?
Because the Great Lakes also pop up in these narratives.
Ooh, a double slit! Do like the ol’ photon or electron interfering with itself, both slits at the same time.
I hate Istanbul. You know why?
Because it’s too far away from me!
I mean… here I am, willing, able,
rearing to go, locked and loaded
so to speak… and there it is…
it decided to plop down its’ rear,
its’ fat lazy ass, on the opposite,
far side of the freakin’ world.
I mean… the nerve of this city!
What does it want from me, to
remain as far away as possible?
Well I’ll tell ya, it’s succeeding,
and doing a bang up job at it, too!
EDIT: that goes for you, too, Tokyo!
I feel you, man. Any image that I don’t remember seeing before 2022 gets an asterisk from me, and I hate having to do that.
And even then, before AI there were two decades of Photoshop, but the current stream of synthetic tripe is like a fireman’s hose, and now even with videos.
Avocado toast! And how would you like your eggs on top?
The guy looks at you as if why do you even need to ask?
Poached, of course! Transmitted by a duh stare, telepathic.
EDIT: The plate is served, and the hipster stares at you again,
through thin-rim glasses and delicately groomed mustache.
You forgot the asparagus spears!
I’m gonna go old school on you, remembering some of the pioneers from an age long past.
In 70s comedy, there was MASH (deftly balancing war and humor), Barney Miller (like a gritty urban Sydney Lumet movie, turned into a sitcom) and Taxi (Danny Devito, Christopher Lloyd and Andy Kauffman, WTF?!!).
In early-80s drama, there was Hill Street Blues (once again, like a gritty urban Sydney Lumet movie, turned into a brilliant ensemble cop drama) and St. Elsewhere (another ensemble, a Boston hospital drama with a good splash of magic realism, this is where Denzel Washington got his start!).
Later in the 80s and early 90s, there was yet another groundbreaking ensemble, Northern Exposure (a quirky and sophisticated half-serious drama, with LOTS of magic realism, about a small, remote Alaska town).
Finally, I can’t go without mentioning my favorite #1 all-time GOAT series, Mad Men. I’ve watched the entire thing at least four times, it’s like reading and re-reading the proverbial “Great American Novel”.