Garth Brooks is the Kenny G of country?

The magazine selection in the Uruk dentist’s waiting room.

Oh yeah, I know some cats just like this.

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!!!”

RAMming Speed
with Lee as “Speed”

If you have to play one song over and over again,
make it Willie Nelson’s “On The Road Again”.

Am I interpreting this visual correctly? Egyptians had boomerangs?!!

Don Perpetrador-o!

That deaf dumb and blind kid?

No! Well, yeah, sure… but secretly, on the surface one must maintain the petty clickbait controversy facade, like back Blur vs Oasis back in the 90s. Or more recently, In ‘n’ Out vs Five Guys.

Full circle and back to the Paleolithic!

Having read the original Foundation Trilogy twice, I can give a heartfelt stamp of approval to the BBC radio play of it, apparently it’s from 1977, I had assumed it was at least half a decade older than that. Hope you enjoy, I surely did.

https://youtu.be/d2nls_jN1hw

This is like Greek mythology and tragedy, where figures like the Medusa have been replaced by something just as wild and unknowable in the human flight of imagination, separated by over two millennia and several paradigm shifts. With all our science, all our reason, the ancient gods and demons persist, in new incarnations, now with technology and exploration beyond the Earth.

I’ll give you another, much kinder and gentler example: when Kellogg’s began hosting their own beauty pageant about a century ago, The Sweetheart Of The Corn, then drew or photographed her cradling the stalks and ears of corn in her arms, then put that image on the cereal boxes, Kellogg’s created - maybe by unwitting, lucky accident - a modern representation of a harvest goddess like Ceres.

The Futurist Now

You fiend! This is madness, madness!
You just un-fancied my fancy ketchup!

Frogs.

EDIT: Does anybody know how to format image links here using Voyager on Firefox?

I want to believe
that is the sleeve
of a bathrobe.

It seems my mind fine-tuned the phrase without me noticing it, for years I’ve thought of it as:
"Never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity incompetence."

It hits a little harder, I think, because incompetence should be vincible, a condition that can be overcome, implying that it’s a choice, a lazy indifferent choice, a mediocrity.

These rituals have always been sacraments for pre-Hispanic cultures and religions; as such, in the past couple of decades they have been legalized in both Mexico and the USA.

These ayahuasca or peyote retreats announce their retreats in social media, I know this happens in New Mexico, California and Baja California, surely other states in both countries also have these weekend retreats, but I’ve personally never been to one of these.
What I have been doing is practicing daily meditation for the past seven years, I haven’t really felt the call yet to partake in an ayahuasca ritual.

Not the hero we need…