I don’t know if they posted this to frighten little old ladies, but as I was reading it, my internet connection winked out — for many hours — and now it’s as though someone’s ripped out a quadrant of equilibrium space and I’m having to lay down new balance points in order to resume being me.
When the internet returned, it splatted the wonderfully-soporific tones of AI revenge dad stories on top of the old Dan Carlin narrative I’d had playing through the outage — the signal to resume where I’d left off.
I’d not left off. I’d stayed in the gloomy aftermath of that [maybe deliberately] nasty piece. Not just my own existential terror, but visions of legions of starving endocrine disrupted youth roaming the streets danced in my head.
I felt I needed hospitalizing. It’s coffee probably. I’m needing to sip on coffee to put myself back together, and start listing here what bits come up to share.
Hold please. BRB
You think us “gun nuts” — us 2A fanatics — are just dumb bubbas wanting to act tough? You gotta ‘nuther think comin’.
west asia pulling itself together
shoulda worked in some dutch uncles
like a planetary shingles outbreak
hereinafter referred to as the uss teddy
just line him up and shoot him
oh, i like this map — it’s a fair world order
sampson option or russian nudge?
i don’t think we really need to worry about it — people know — no matter how loudly they protest — they know it’s the death cult, not anything they want to support
shoulda put charlie in this song
the nines 
