The twist is that the cyborgs end up destroying the world with the middle-of-the-road lite-rock of Mr. Phil Collins.

Needs 10% more holocaust.

That's the first one I though of too.

Yeah, those damn hippies with their blue jeans, flower power and long hair. But don't worry, pops, Goldwater will fix everything once he gets in power.

Yeah, it's her guitar playing that always wows me.

I'd like to take the square root of her hypotenuse, if you catch my meaning.

I'm merely supposing based on her preternatural thinness. But don't get too distressed, it could be drugs!

It really is quite a-cute.

Get your grubby hands off my statement!

Image consultants, make-up artists, photographers and photo retouchers… not to mention a possible eating disorder.

I'd upgrade that to 'pretty fantastic for a human being', but that's just me.

Zed & Zod, together at last.

Really, small farmers have been getting the shaft since the 1930s.

I totally didn't, but FUCK HIM!

Rich Hill is in that cluster of south west MO counties that were depopulated during the Civil War due to guerilla activity. You're right that it's more western than southern, but I was just making an easy connection.

Bah, you can get alcohol anywhere. What they need to do is legalize weed and go all in for pot-tourism. It's gonna be like the 'riverboat' casino tourism boom 90s. Mark my words!

Similarly, movies, TV, news, political messaging, etc all paint city living as some Death Wish 3-esque hell-scape. Many of my rural (and suburban, for that matter) relatives consider this view of things to be God's own truth when actually violent crime has been going down since the mid-90s and is currently at its…

I can only speak from my experience but A LOT of rural and suburban people I know totally buy into that myth that the rural poor are honest-poor while those inner city types just aren't trying and are sitting around awaiting their next government handout, whereas, in truth, you have lazy poor and honest poor in both…

The wife and I went backpacking along the Buffalo River in Arkansas many years ago and discovered to our horror - after several days in the back country - that all the counties around there were dry. Not being able to have a beer after days of lugging 40 pounds of gear up and down those Ozark ridges, that's just not…

But our compromise saved the Union*!
(*Until Kansas came along. I hate those bastards soooo much!)