Hey, he didn’t start the fire.

The narrative of Progress is getting hammered from all sides these days. I can’t assess their sophistication compared to your own, but I am reminded of the blogs The Dark Mountain Project and The Archdruid Report.

In all fairness, that might illustrate some useful skills for times ahead.

This may be the ultimate premise for a Portlandia sketch.

Like he’s an expert. Anything he knows about dresses comes from Rudy Giuliani.

We’re sheltering in place, but the motivation is the same.

Sheeeeeet. A professional athlete can do that sort of damage with a hiccup. If he’d meant to trash things there’d be a whole lot more hole than wall.

A man can’t eat his tacos in peace? That’s an atrocity.

Too bad they’re not upset about the second-floor addition on the pictured building. That thing’s hideous.

They are also a creepy form of surveillance and data collection.

I say you’re just whacking off into Honda engine.

I hope he is healthy. But is he . . . nasty?

They help control ticks and such, and they are far less prone to rabies than raccoons. Of course, the trash panda is always going to get more points for looks.

By way of context, both are listed in the index of the book Assholes: A Theory.

First they take Manhattan. Then they take Berlin.

Looking good, pribian.

Them embryos been deposed yet?

Possibly the last word on Bundt.

Your move, Polanski.

My wife refers to deconstructed dishes as “ingredients”.