I prefer the metal version:

No chance that’s accidental.

Scientists claim to know, but they are lying and making me pissed, so...

Of course ghosts don’t show up on camera even though we can see them with our own eyes. It’s similar to how we can see vampires, but they don’t have a reflection. Duh.

One can recognize that one “does not have all the answers,” but still refuse to believe in things that are based on supernatural phenomena. There’s a shitload I don’t know, but I don’t believe in magic.

Religions can be bullshit. At best all of them but one are basically made of it.

You might just have a different definition of “asshole.” Or maybe you’re thinking of a different flavor of asshole. I don’t like San Diego assholes at all, but I find New York assholes tolerable-to-charming.

Maybe I’m an asshole, but I fucking hate San Diego.

There’s nothing casual about 100 kipping pullups. It’s hard work even then - not as much or in the same way as 100 non-kipping pullups, but still.

OK. I find all of this deeply silly, but that makes a sort of cockeyed sense I suppose. I certainly didn’t withhold any information about my intentions as an infant, being that I didn’t actually have any information or intentions at all.

Jesus was way cool:

I love this idea:

I get the no harm no foul bit, and I commend your chill attitude, but if one of my parents or in-laws tried to baptize one of my kids behind my back, I’d flip my shit.

I was baptized as a Catholic as a baby, then when I was a young teen converted to nondenominational evangelicalism (your basic Bible thumper). I was encouraged to get baptized again, though nobody indicated that my salvation was in any way in jeopardy if I didn’t. To the evangelical fundy set, baptism was just a…

I was baptized as a baby, but if my own renunciation of the existence of god and general shit talking on the whole pile of nincompoopery, not to mention my deeply sinful life choices, didn’t invalidate that, then it’s hard to imagine what (short of murder and/or crimes against humanity) would.

Sweet fupa, herr fuhrer.

Richard Spencer used to attend a Crossfit gym in Brooklyn that I also, until recently, was a member of (wonderful group of people, but I moved). He was before my time, but I understand that there was a real issue, noted by many, with his smell. He was just plain old stinky. Keep in mind that this is a gym in which…

It really bears repeating often that the LA Times is a garbage paper.

Let’s not be too hasty to adjudge Musk sane.