Replied to the wrong post, and misread and overcontextualized the meat and meaning of the post I intended to respond to.

I’m starting to wonder if the theory that we all exist in a simulation isn’t actually true, and someone hit the SULER BATSHIT CRAZY button.

Everyone should stop Tweeting. I think that social media entire is terrible for too many reasons to go into here, but Twitter is singularly awful. It’s key “feature” is slowly making it’s basic users into bigger illiterates than they already are, and it’s lousy with hate and a shallow kind of idiocy. At best it’s an…

Every day with this guy. It just doesn’t stop. You wake up and there’s always some crazy fresh hell waiting for you, courtesy of the incoming POSUS. (Piece of Shit of the United States) It’s fucking surreal, and it’s fucking horrifying. Like he’s intentionally working to throw the world into chaos, while giving…

Drake’s such a big goof. You’re not fooling anybody, Drake. You’re an awkward spaz and everyone knows it.

The dark, hardline fascist America that so many have feared is becoming real. And it starts with the victimization of the Rockettes.

From birth I heard things like “focking British monsters” this, or “Goddamn prod bastards” that.

Avril Lavigne is a (deluded) doll, but she’s mistaken.

So, she, being someone that’s unfortunately in-the-know, is acknowledging that it’s common for conservative male power players to take mistresses.

That sounded a bit more cruel than I intended. Being an Irish American, I was raised to dislike the English, but as I grew older, I was far removed from the Troubles and how they effected my grandad and great grandad, so, I can’t talk so ill about the English and truly mean it, though it does scratch an ancient itch…

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At this point, I think its apparent that mankind is going to do fuck-all about climate change. Band-aids and paltry countermeasures. With the incoming adminstration in the states and like-minded, right-leaning power structures developing in the U.K. and Continental Europe, it seems there’s no stopping whatever is…

All right, I see. I’m honestly, and unfortunately, too much of a stubborn hayseed that I don’t usually ken and can’t ever keep the intricacies of fancy etiquette in my brain when I encounter them. My brain hates it I when I even try.

Is that a threat? That can’t be a threat, right? One of us is going to have to take a hit and get on Twitter, apparently

I hope there’s a contextual lack of information in that Tweet. If it was a threat, please do tell me, because I don’t use Twitter.

Her face looks like it may just sort of slide off of her skull at any moment. With a wet sound. Like an octopus letting go of a melon.

That can’t be it. Shortly after TOS ended, Shatner’s girdle became self-aware and sank deep into the Western world’s subconscious. Like a pop-culture virus, it infected our base feelings of self-esteem and worth and image, utterly destroying them.

Hold on! Wait. Eating meat and potatoes in the middle of summer is uncommon? In what region, and to what segment of the population? I’m (almost entirely) not being sarcastic here, because I may need to adjust my diet accordingly. I care what people think about me, dammit! Is this a new thing, like a new social or…

This election was a game of “What’s the Least Shitty Deal” and we all know it. And Clinton had all the points on the board.

He’s an old and overweight man who’s natural coloring is a very pallid shade of death. His basic makeup is fueled by rare steak and egocentrism, as well as spray tan and a constant, petty, mean-spirited sort anger.