“For most on the Left political violence is a dial they can have turned up or down as the situation dictates – usually driven by externals. Dial down for sit-ins and “peaceful” marches, dial-up for destruction of property, assault, and murder.
For most on the Right? It’s an on-off switch. The “off” pole is labeled “Vote”, the “on” pole is labeled “Shoot Fucking Everyone”.
I suspect more than a few switches were flipped yesterday. As such, I further suspect that things are fixing to get sporty around here.”
This is a quote from a commenter at the mothership that made a lot of sense to me. I’ve seen it in various forms over the years and I’ve come to believe it’s true. The Left tends to use political violence much more than the Right, but when the Right has had enough – hoo boy. Stand back. I make this observation not just as an American, but across post Enlightenment Europe as well.
And I think the question is, what do we do going forward?
I always think man, the people on You-tube used to be so creative. Remember when it first started how amazing it was? Yeah…see this video? How exciting is THIS?!?!?! The first back flip on You-tube
The first video I ever sent to Merv.
I’d like to thank lauraw for introducing me to this work of art…I believe it is part of the reason Merv fell madly in love with me……….three years after I showed him the video, but really…who’s counting?
The first cat video on You-tube……and as we all know, the Internet was created for cat and dog videos…..I’m pretty sure all videos uploaded to You-tube in 2005 were filmed with a potato.
Cybergoon squad…….the very first “weird side of You-tube” video.
And last, but not least, the VERY first video uploaded to You-tube by one of the founders enjoying his time at the zoo….my guess is, this guy is probably a rich mofo.
Also, it’s entirely possible I sprained my finger picking categories. I might die. I’ll miss you all.
I’m just gonna apologize in advance for what’s about to happen here today. Deeply, and with heartfelt empathy for your flaccid donut, I’m sorry.
Today’s musical selection is of the deep hizouse variety and features a smokin’ hot Eastern European babe as the visual accompaniment to a lovely track. I wrote this while measuring the hourly bacteria count on countertop butter. That’s a lie. I didn’t write this song. I’ll allow you a second to recover.
Honestly, I feel bad about this. Brandy Talore is a former adult movie star, turned professional trailer trash, back to porn, then back to full time trash. She got her start in the yogurt catching business after a brief stint as a nude model. But fear not, she made sure that her family knew what she was doing. It’s also posited that her rather large udders and nips were the products of nursing two children all before the advanced age of 22. Nine years later Brandy called it quits but then briefly came back to the biz in 2017. To say that the off camera years were a bit hard on her is like saying that Illan Omar has the grace of a debutante. Poor fap disaster!
As I’m sure you are all aware president Obama is set to make his big comeback to the US and public life after pretending to write his memoirs on a mega yacht with Oprah and Tom Hanks (WILSON!!!!!!!). Here’s an excerpt of his first draft that will be later turned into dramatic prose by a little known college professor and spontaneous combustion enthusiast.
Chapter 1
Barack’s version: Sat down to watch a rerun of SportCenter at 11 after calling SlowJoe and a quick workout with Mooch. Fell asleep. Woke up during the nooner of SC just in time to see Venus Williams winning some white shit tourney for the third time. Man, what an ass. I’d like to put a Mike Tyson mask on her and lay into them hindquarters. Trump sucks! San Demus High School rules!
Ayers version:Five Nine score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.
That’s how long I’ll be here. May as well grit my teeth and make the best of it. At least it’s honest work and the pay is pretty good and the benefits are nice and there are lots of holidays and my office chair is comfy…
So I work with a lot of democrats. They aren’t shy about it, either. Happily they rush to virtue signal to each other about how “xenophobic” the Trumpkins are, or how Ted Cruz (!) who memorized the Constitution at age 13 nonetheless does not understand it.
Yeah, that Ted Cruz. The guy who’s won cases before SCOTUS.
I thought having coworkers again would be one nice feature of ceasing the telecommute.
I WAS WRONG. I’m not a confrontational guy, I don’t want to argue or even talk about politics at work, and I sure as heck don’t want to listen while my coworkers express derision and disdain for me (and most readers of this site), even if unwittingly.
Somehow, some way, this is all to the good. Some good thing will come out of my disastrous decision to join this endeavor. I have made every effort to escape, and I keep hitting walls or just plain having bad luck. So I wait, and I pray, and I look for ways to escape. I was trying to get out before annual bonuses come out, but it looks less and less likely at this point.
Fluorescent shooooos
I like nice calves.
Christmas flips a tire.
Bellybutton sans lint.
She looks fun.
Nice curls.
This is all artistic ‘n’ stuff.
Deadlifts are just as good for the booty as squats, possibly better.
We’ve all dreamed about it. What would you do if you had Fuck You Money? Would you invest it prudently? Start the business you’ve always dreamed about? Pay Obama to take a vow of silence for the rest of his term? No, we all know what you’d do with the money:
Anyway, there are some more things you could buy after the jump. Continue reading →
I’m getting fat. Not making/getting time for the gym, barely eating right, not getting enough sleep, and I turn 40 next week. Fatherhood and this whole “driving to work” thing is killing me. The former is worth it, the latter is not. I need motivation this week, and lots of it.
Also sleep. And some steak. And less alcohol. And like a hundred pullups.
