If you ever wondered what it would happen if a sentient circus peanut ran for president, now you know.

Have we reached a point where all cultural sharing is off limits? That seems so... stagnant.

The bible is only the uncontested Word of God when it supports my exact opinion, though.

Yeah, if we really wanted to be a “Christian Nation” in the truest sense of the word, we’d open our borders, provide health care to anyone who needs it, food to anyone who is hungry, not judge other people, and support for families and the elderly.

Imagine if 25 of those people had nuclear bombs! Or Bazookas! Or magical powers!

Remember that time a Texas gun nuts group tried to reenact the Charlie Hebdo attack using paintball guns to show how a good guy with a gun would’ve stopped it...and they all failed? No?

OH GOD. I haven’t even finished reading but that Funky Town story has brought actual tears to my eyes.

Our family tradition at Christmas is to go out Christmas Eve for lunch at a greasy spoon, be polite to the server, and leave a $100 tip in cash. It’s kind of selfish, actually— we all get to feel super altruistic, and we race to get out before the server finds the cash and feels like they need to thank us.

I would have thought Colonel Sanders would be a breast man.

Except that good genre fiction uses its fantastical elements to study the human condition in novel ways and perhaps use metaphorical stand-ins for real life problems that are, for one reason or another, difficult or “inappropriate” to deal with in literary fiction.

Well shit, had I known you could use stories about people being nice...

Artificial feeling of superiority. I mean, Umberto Eco’s works are pretty much speculative historical fiction at their core, but they are still considered high culture, for example; Baudolino even had fantastical creatures like monopods and satyrs!

Victorian attitudes towards literature, American-Puritan attitudes towards art, academia’s snobbery, and the general association of SFF with pulp novels in the early 20th all combined to form a great big stew of False Dichotomy.

Because there’s some in the literary world that think their drama-filled story grounded in real life is the only true story-telling, but a horror writer on the other hand, is a scumbag because that story involves people, creatures, and things which are extra-ordinary and not a faithful reflection of real life.

“...the presence of pregnant girls will ‘serve as a negative influence to other innocent girls,’”

So...he didn’t hit his mom with a hammer, didn’t stab a guy, didn’t witness a holdup at Popeye’s, didn’t get a scholarship to West Point. What is true about this guy? Is he really a surgeon, or is he merely pretending to be one? Is he actually a hologram?

So my life for the past three years has been a stream of consciousness resulting from my dying neurons? That would explain a lot.