*Buzzzzzzzzzzzzz* *Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*
How long has it been? It couldn’t be happening again. I looked at my phone. Unlisted number with a Chicagoland area code….”Fucking A.” I said. “¡Halo!”
”This Prathiba from Swiss Corp International Industries. You know the drill, I patch you to Mr—“
”No. No Swiss here.”
”No, Mr. Swiss wait on the other line—“
“No, no Mr. Swiss here.”
”You being patched through now.”
”Okay. I tell Mr. Swiss you call.”
”Fuck you.”
I can’t believe the Consuela act worked.
___
”Mex? Who in the name of Gomer Fucking Pyle do you think you are?” Swiss came out swinging.
”Oh, hey Sarge. What do they got at the chow hall today, Sarge?” Maybe I can get rid of Swiss too.
”Goddamnit. You have any idea how despised the Consuelo character—“
”Consuela, although Consuelo is the actual common name. Its an artistic license because MacFarlane is a white guy.”
”H1B VISA HOLDERS. HATE. CONSUELO. Prathiba just emptied her trash on some poor guy from the typing pool.”
“Typing pool?” I swear its what Swiss said.
“She said he needs to get his dysentery stank out of the office before he gets placed on toilet duty. You think we let them just use the toilets I use?”
Probably not.”
”Hell no! I have my own bathroom, cleaned by a team of untouchables Prathiba hoses off every morning. She fucking loves our new firehose!” Swiss shouted.
”That’s somehow less cruel than I expect from her.” Swiss was just going to keep ranting so I have to throw something in there.
”Then she hit him with his keyboard because he talked back.” His Brahmin secretary was vicious. “I had to take the keyboard from her, then when I left she told him he has to live under his cubicle for the next two weeks. He is no longer allowed at the Swiss Corps group dormitory for H1B holders until he figures out what to do with the office trash.”
”Put it into a trash can?”
”She called one of our business partners to leave their trash in our office. Do you have any idea what they do?” Swiss was starting to lower his tone a bit.
”What do they do?”
”They make paper.” He whispered. “There are six open barrels of wet paper pulp in the office now. It smells like wet, chemical laced shit.”
”What is wrong with this broad?”
”3 Pajeets threw up already….Nothing, I adore her contempt for workers, nothing is wrong with her. That guy deserves it, just no more Consuelo impressions. I can’t be held legally responsible for what happens to you.”
”Okaaaaay. Why did you call?” I asked.
”Call? Oh right. I need you to drive to the airport. Murdock will fly you and STEVE SMITH to Sesame Street. Sugarfree made a horrible discovery about Elmo.”
“Elmo?”
“If you ask me, Elmo deserves what he gets, but we can’t have this kind of scrutiny right now with the number of H1B Visa holders we have working here.”
“Why not give this job to your secretary, she seems sadistic enough to do what needs to be done to Elmo?”
”I can’t do that. We can’t have this kind of scrutiny right now with the number of H1B Visa holders we have working here right now. This call is over.”
___
”So Murdock. Does it seem odd you are a recurring character on a website dedicated to social and political miscreants?” I asked. I suck at small talk.
Murdock just looked and stared at me unblinking.
”HELICOPTER JOKE MAN NOT TALK. HE TALK, HE CRASH WEIRD PLANE THING.” STEVE SMITH said somehow said over the deafening drone of the Osprey’s engines.
”Don’t remind me. These things don’t exactly have a good track record, how did Swiss Corps get a hold of one?”
”FILL YOUR OWN PLOT HOLE, BROWN MAN. BY FILL, MEAN RAPE.”
Murdock motioned he was going to set the Osprey down. I never liked this part.
”STEVE SMITH NOT FEEL GOOD.”
”Just relax, STEVE.”
”NOT RELAXING. STEVE SMITH NOT FEEL GOOD.”
”Oh, please don’t do that.” STEVE stood up awkwardly and slouched over. “We’re almost there just keep it together STEVE.”
The Osprey had touched down and the rear door slowly began to open. Too late though, as STEVE SMITH hurled his last meal all over the cargo bay floor.
”Careful exiting the floor can be a bit slick—what the fuck is wrong with you two?” Murdock asked, aghast at the enormous puddle of puke.
”Wait, so you do talk?” I asked,
Murdock stared at us both, unblinking.
___
”What the fuck kind of world did we land in?” I asked STEVE once the Osprey cleared the LZ.
”SUGAR MAN HAVE FIELD DAY HERE. GIANT BIRD. VAMPIRES. WOOLY MAMMOTH.”
”Elmo. We find Elmo, we find Sugarfree.” I said
”Hey assholes. You’re not just going to find Elmo. There’s no just finding Elmo.” A grounchy voice echoed through the empty street corner.
”WHO THERE.” I would think STEVE SMITH would be more attentive to his surroundings. Something is sneaking around.
”Over here.” We both turned to see a number of empty trash cans.
”Okay this is ridiculous.” I pulled out the Swiss Corps branded B&T USW-A1. “Okay, I take that back. That Swiss Corps gives these things away is ridiculous. Show yourself.”
No response. STEVE and I turned and saw him. A furry green creature rose from within a trash can. I couldn’t tell if he was wearing it, or if was supposed to be some sort of hasty dwelling he created for himself.
”You think your the first on Sesame Street to point a gun at me?” The creature said.
”Honestly, yes. It always appeared to be a government run operation, as such no guns are allowed.” I replied.
”Yeah and if absolute government control is a good thing, why are prisons so dangerous? Either put a bullet in me or get the fuck out of my face.” The creature said.
”I can’t shoot this asshole.” I said lowering the insanely priced PDW.
”TRASH MAN FUNNY.” STEVE added.
”Are you going to come out of the shadows or not.” I asked. The creature shimmied himself within the trash can further into the street. He revealed himself to be someone we knew. “Oh its you, Trash Minin-Mrninst. Trashy!”
”CPRM made that same joke years ago in an H&H video. Ha ha ha, very funny asshole. That’s my handle, Just call me Oscar.” He said.
”So why can’t we find Elmo?” I asked.
“There’s no Elmo.”
”If there’s no Elmo, why is Sugarfree looking for him?”
”Sugarfree has terrorized the neighborhood for the past 8 days, all 8 Sesame Street corners.” Oscar said.
”I see what you did there. So?”
”So? SO? He’s made a ton of enemies trying to find Elmo. He broke into the Count’s castle and made him count down the seconds before he shot him. I don’t know what the fuck he was thinking with Grover but he shot his dumb ass too and left him choking out with a sucking chest wound in front of the post office. And Ernie? He cut Ernie’s face off.”
”Judas Priest.”
”He cut it off and wore it as a mask, then went all ‘surprise motherfucker’ on Bert and drowned him while he was taking a bath.”
”WHY SUGAR MAN DO THIS?”
”I don’t know. I barely escaped his wrath. He set fire to a school bus filled with muppet children. The driver refused to bring him to Elmo.”
”That’s awful.” I said.
”No it isn’t. They’re just a bunch of muppets you cock tease. Its not like they’re really sentient. They just say whatever CPB says.”
”So why are you still here?” I asked.
”Sunny days? The air is clean?” Oscar replied.
”You’re banging a muppet, aren’t you?”
”Several muppets, at all times of the day, sometimes multiple muppets at once. I can’t help myself, they can’t help themselves.” He opened his mouth wide, tilted his head back, and shook his arms in the air. “All day they go like that. Too much fun.”
”MUPPETS? RAPE MUPPETS?”
”No!” Both Oscar and I shouted at STEVE.
STEVE seemed taken aback by our reaction. He looked around and kicked a pebble.
”So if there’s no Elmo, will you help us find Sugarfree?” I asked.
”Elmo’s gone, man…but I can help you find Sugarfree.”
”THIS DANTE INFERNO?”
”I mean,” Oscar shrugged his shoulders. “I can be Virgil. The problem is its Thursday, and you have real work to do. At this point you’re running out of creative gas and are just going to cut to the next scene without any explanation of how you arrived there, but hopefully the gag in the next scene is entertaining enough nobody questions it.”
”I guess Trashy is in.”
___
”LOUIE LOUIE. WHOOA OOH. WE GONNA GO.” STEVE SMITH shouted at the red muppet tied to a folding chair. “AH YAYAYAH.” If you think a sasquatch doesn’t have a singing voice, you are correct. We found Louie hiding behind his couch and took him to the post office. We couldn’t find a better room to interrogate him.
”Listen, they say you are Elmo’s dad.”
“At least since 2006.” The muppet said.
“Even though Elmo predates you by 20 years? I’m not buying it. We’re looking for Elmo. We have ways of making you talk.” I said in the dark corner of the room. “I learned this trick from Venezuelans that tried to get me to talk about The Lump.” I cracked open a six pack of diet orange soda. “Now they used IPA, not just because they were assholes. No, I only have diet orange soda, because there’s no alcohol anywhere in Sesame Street. Even by government funded standards, this place sucks.”
”That’s not going to make this cuck talk.” Oscar said.
”Let’s find out how strong Louie is.” I pulled the muppet’s Guy Fieri bowling shirt over his head and began pouring diet orange soda over his face. “Where’s Elmo!?”
”Grmmmmmmble” *gasp* *cough* *cough* “What is wrong with you, man?” The muppet was pleading. “That stuff burns.”
”Its also sugar free. I’m looking for my friend, Sugarfree. He’s looking for Elmo….” I pulled his shirt over his face again and gave him another can. “Where’s Elmo!?”
”I don’t know.”
”Sounds like another trip to Flavortown for you.“ Oscar chimed in.
”Ooooh. Nice one.” I said. I pulled his bowling shirt over his face again.
”Noo! I’ll talk. Why are you helping them Oscar?” Cold, dead fear oozed from his beady little eyes
”When I tell you and your dumbass kid to get lost, it means you need to get lost.” Oscar said flatly.
”Where’s Elmo?” I asked.
”Elmo’s gone, man.”
”Why is my friend looking for Elmo?”
”I don’t know.”
”Bull fucking shit.” Oscar said. “You know what Elmo did.”
”No I don’t.”
Oscar looked me dead in the eyes. “You ever watch 24?”
”Oh? I know this one.” I pulled the Swiss Corps issued B&T USW-A1 from its unbelievably oversized leg holster. “So, I start by pointing this at you. If that doesn’t work I place it in a painful location that won’t kill you but continue questioning you.” I placed the PDW on the muppet’s leg. “Then I hit you and ask again”. *squeak* I jabbed the muppet in his oversized nose. “Where’s Elmo!?” *squeak* I jabbed him in the nose again.
”Ugh!” *squeak* ”Ugh!” *squeak* ”Ugh!” *squeak* ”Ugh!” *squeak* ”Ugh!” *squeak* “Please stop!” *squeak*
”Why haven’t you shot him yet?” Oscar asked while Louie sat in the chair whimpering.
”In that episode, Jack Bauer had the option of shooting the guy’s wife to get an answer.” I explained, “So he shot the guy’s wife.”
”Oh, that does change things a bit.” Oscar said. “I’d rather you not shoot Mae, she’s really into butt stuff.”
”I’m going to ask one more time, before I let my friend STEVE do whatever he wants to do with you. Where’s Elmo?”
”There’s no Elmo, man! Elmo is a just a government front for a pedophile ring! Everyone knows that, Elmo is just the cute face they put on to make you think, ‘aw how cute.’ No. Elmo is a monster. Because he only pretends to be a child. He’s one of the most prolific killer of muppets that the world had ever seen! He has felt on his hands, man! Square yards of it!” The muppet sat weeping, tied to the folding chair, covered in diet orange soda.
”…and you let this monster do all this? Your son?” Oscar asked.
”Oscar, is any of this true?” I asked.
”I don’t fucking know anymore.” Oscar said flatly.
”Where’s Elmo?”
”There’s no Elmo. Elmo’s gone, man…”
I nodded to STEVE SMITH and motioned for Oscar to leave them locked them in the room.
”Oh, um…no thanks. I gotta see this.” Oscar said. I closed the door and shuddered.
___
We stood in the playground. An enormous carcass laid stripped of any meat in the center of a well made fire pit. There were half burned poles sticking out from the ground, and another pole suggested the carcass was impaled and placed on the other two poles. This was the work of an expert. An expert with a taste for meat cooked on a spit.
*Kubrick camera pan to Oscar*. “What’s going on here? Am I supposed to be sad? Because I’m actually mad.”
*Kubrick camera pan to STEVE SMITH* “WHY MAD, TRASH MAN?”
”Kubrick camera pans back to Oscar* “This is fucked, but I’m hungry, and this whole thing smells great.”
*Kubrick camera pans to mexican sharpshooter* “Sugarfree has a knack for meat. I have to hand it to him, on all these adventures he finds something good to eat. This is pretty fucked though.”
*Kubrick camera pans back to STEVE SMITH* “WHY YOU TWO SAD?”
”Kubrick camera pans back to Oscar* “I’m not sad. I’m hungry.”
*Kubrick camera pans back to mexican sharpshooter* “This isn’t sad. I am a bit disturbed though. Normally Sugarfree removes the head and neck for this sort of thing.”
*Kubrick camera pans back to Oscar* “So?”
*Kubrick camera pans back to mexican sharpshooter* “Sugarfree has left me a bit cold, and callous at times with his antics. This is something else. This is some kind of mockery.”
*Kubrick camera pans back to STEVE SMITH* “WHY YOU THINK SUGAR MAN LAUGH?”
*Kubrick camera pans back to mexican sharpshooter* “Well STEVE, not only did he eat every ounce of meat off Big Bird. For whatever reason, he not only kept Big Bird’s head attached, he somehow fashioned his face into a smile.”
*Kubrick camera pans to Sugarfree* “Big Bird asked to die with the world knowing he was happy there’s no Elmo.”
*Kubrick camera pans back to mexican sharpshooter* “Wait what? When did you get here?”
*Kubrick camera pans back to Sugarfree* “Elmo’s gone, man.”
”Um..,good?” I replied.
”I called Swiss, he’s sending Murdock to pick us up.” Sugarfree said, smiling. “He’s sending Murdock with a case of beer.”
”Oh good. Did Swiss say anything else?”
”He was mad I didn’t save any gimlets to make brown gravy.” Sugarfree held up a trash bag. “Surprise, motherfucker.”
___
As usual, Swiss likes his beer the same way he likes his women: cold, thick, foamy, black, from the midwest, and apparently smelling like a whiskey distillery. As usual, there is no way I was going to drink this in an Osprey piloted by Murdock, so I took a few home, and drank them there. It pairs great with smoked poultry. Great Lakes Barrel Aged Blackout Stout: 4.5/5
Prathiba just emptied her trash on some poor guy from the typing pool.
These euphemisms, man.
Ketamine. Mexi was on Ketamine when he wrote this.
That’s a lie!
Plausible.
This place most certainly makes me realize I apparently completely lack the creative spark to write fiction.
Because there’s absolutely no way I ever would have come up with that. Or even anything anywhere near it.
Me either, man. However, I approve of this message/post.
Zelemskyyy visits the White House
https://youtu.be/2lAtEcyZozo
Minus the loss of finger and Z-loser is no Beat Takeshi.
(Couldn’t find an English subbed version on YT)
When did we add the second ‘y’ anyway? Did he steal it from Kyyv / Kiev / Whatever-The-Hell-Spelling-It-Is-Today?
Sorry to go OT. I just submitted an article for review. Will the poor PTB who gets the job please turn off the sidebar if that’s still a thing?
The WordPress Block Editor is so intuitive I genuinely had to spend a few minutes figuring out how to enter article text after typing in the title.
The sidebar is no longer a thing.
Yes, it is still there. I eliminate it. Because.
So i think my #1 reaponse this next week to The Email will be
“Suddenly, as if by magic, I can now get a hold of people that were always ‘green’ on Teams but somehow never available or never responded back”
That’s not because Teams is a piece of shit that’s always down?
I’ve got multiple virtual desktops I can work from. One has a Teams app that works, but won’t allow you to clock in automatically. Another has the time clock working properly, but the desktop Teams app needs to be updated. The web version of Teams loves to boot me silently.
The people one and two levels above me know all of this and complain to IT constantly, but they’re not able to get anything done. (I don’t blame my supervisors for these problems.)
One of my direct reports has this issue. Coincidentally, she is also in the chopping block.
Normally Id say its Teams, as it is terrible but I am going with ‘well shit, guess I better do my job now’.
I turn off away / present tracking in both Slack and Teams to not have to deal with this crap. (Well, mainly Slack… Teams I only use when I have to and completely close the application otherwise. Everyone I work with actually talks via email or Slack — only Corporate outside of our immediate org uses Teams… until Corp IT tries to kill Slack again anyway…)
SDF-7:
The company I work for has some shitty, half-assed, idiotic idea that Teams can function as a ticketing system. For transferring cases between groups, we have to go into Salesforce, and create a Teams message from in there.
Before I started at the present job, I didn’t think I could hate Teams more than I did.
It sounds like there are large and complex digital systems that put the cover sheets on the TPS reports these days.
We don’t have much trouble with Teams at all. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
rhy, I am with you – I find it just dandy.
I leave my status I’m Away for long periods. Tired of people interrupting with shit that they should be able to handle themselves.
Or the Indian offshore “Hello GL” message and wait for you to respond before actually saying why they’re contacting me.
I do despise the “hello” opening for a chat. Just put down what you need and Ill respond.
Cmon now, I’ll say GM.
NOW SAY IT BACK
IT BACK.
What do I win, MS?
I updated my display name to include
https://nohello.net/en/
It helps.
I got it from someone else in the company and several people have given me a “that’s great!”and added it themselves
Oh and my company decided teams is a risk so will now delete chat history after a couple of weeks by policy.
Just wipe my brain when I go home each night and be done with it.
That’s ridiculous. Chat and phone are two completely different mechanisms. Saying “hello” in a chat is a means to see if you’re actually willing to talk, it’s not “putting you on hold”.
rhywun:
I’ve had issues with quite a few coworkers who will start a chat with this:
“Hello?”
Then not respond for 20-30 minutes to me less than a minute later.
Assuming after you replied back?
Shrug. It happens. At least it’s much less disrupting than a phone call of any kind.
My Indian coworkers, in particular, will drop a “hello” at 04:00, then be gone by the time I see it, requiring another day before I see their actual question.
“Hello, hope you’re well; [actual question]” saves a day.
I.e., they should just send an email but can’t grasp the distinction between synchronous and asynchronous communication, so they use chat for everything.
Thus, the link, which has in fact helped.
Well that’s silly. I would only do it when I see the person is available. And only if I want an actual chat. If it’s not something I need now I just send an email.
rhywun:
My experience mirrors slumbrew’s. It seems to be more of an issue with overseas workers.
Yeah, I’ve signed on to see that a couple times. I just roll my eyes and assume they’ll stop doing it when they realize it doesn’t work if I’m not there.
If perchance the AI that’s doubtless parsing these develops a sense of humor or passes your message up to human eyes — I would think they’d be amused and cite that as a solid accomplishment.
“Normally Id say its Teams, as it is terrible but I am going with ‘well shit, guess I better do my job now’.”
Yeah, funny that.
Given a choice between pubsecs cashing checks and doing nothing, and pubsecs cashing checks and doing something, though. . . .
Faustian bargain.
It’s was nice to let The Count die doing what he loved
Let?
Countin’ hoes and money?
He’s a vampire — what is dead can never truly die….
So i think my #1 reaponse this next week to The Email will be
“Suddenly, as if by magic, I can now get a hold of people that were always ‘green’ on Teams but somehow never available or never responded back”
I came, I saw, I left.
STEVE SMITH SAW THEN CAME THEN LEFT.
Worse than Hitler, Rasputin and Vlad the Impaler all rolled into one
What’s to be said about Elon Musk that hasn’t already been said? He’s the richest man in the history of currency, raised by a blood emerald magnate in apartheid South Africa who used taxpayer funds to create hugely successful corporations, then became the Trump administration’s unelected hatchet man in charge of slamming the door in the face of the next generation.
Since seizing power, he’s decimated the federal government’s ability to provide for its citizens, haphazardly slashing crucial positions while positioning himself to secure huge government contracts at substantial benefit to his portfolio. And that’s without getting into his Nazi salutes and Holocaust jokes.
Feeling frustrated and powerless, Americans are turning to consumer activism as the levers of power give way to a new class of robber barons.
Punch a Tesla owner!
No, Hayeksplosives has a railgun.
That’s a lot of lies packed into one or two short paragraphs.
Keep ’em coming!
Cry harder, bullies.
BUT THE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT WAS DECIMATED!!!!
What about decimated don’t you understand?
I mean, they’re only looking at 2 trillion dollars more to spend than just 5 years ago. Remove a single penny and PEOPLE WILL DIE!!!!
Yeah, one might ask them which part of the 35+ trillion-dollar debt they are responsible for, and why is it non-negotiable.
magnate in apartheid South Africa…
Didnt the View get smacked down for suggesting such a thing. I see how this telephone game works in the digital era…
I think there’s value in getting freeze-frames of every leftist you can find waving their arms around and calling them Nazis.
That’s how serious people argue, right?
Though these efforts aren’t coordinated, their combined pressure is having an effect, shaming Tesla owners and rallying would-be Tesla buyers to look elsewhere. Drivers around the world are selling off their EVs en masse, flooding social media to vent their frustrations.
“I’m getting rid of my Tesla,” wrote one Reddit user. “In the last three weeks I’ve had two people give me a Nazi salute and one yell ‘heil Hitler’… They were simply shaming me. It worked.”
“I’m just a little embarrassed to be driving it at this point,” one driver told Agence France-Presse of his beaming red Tesla, adding that he swore never to buy from the EV company again.
Sometimes a cigar is just a symbol of capitalist oppression.
Some of live in a world of symbols, words and gestures disconnected from physical reality.
Are you telling me that Elon isn’t deliberately crushing the spirit of German and British eco-warriors??
I am starting to think some of these sob stories might not be true. Maybe some of the alarmist ones too.
I think it’s equally possible that lots of people are just really fucking stupid and highly susceptible to groupthink.
So ‘and’.
I think it is safe to ignore all of it and keep chopping.
And just a few short years ago, these same shallow people with no self-confidence were buying teslas to signal how much they cared.
Slowly starting to work through my anxiety about hitting local restaurants alone…guess I’m 2 for 2 for servers who are better in English than I am in Italian.
https://queenwood-ristopub.com/
Less than a block from my apt – good german beer on tap, great food. Posted pics on twitter. I had 2 of the provolone/bacon skewers (larger than expected) and then went for the Calabrese burger (spicy pork spread is new to me). Will definitely be going back semi-regularly.
The hours are what’s killing me….they don’t even open till 7. Today is literally the first time I’ve seen them open based on my normal walking/transit habits. There’s another micro-brewery in the local area that’s open 7-1 (AM) Thurs-Sun. Might make it later this month, but probably not tomorrow night (but maybe…it’s carnivale here through Tues). Will probably try a local pizza place for lunch after church tomorrow.
I thought the denizens of Harvard liked taxes….
I guess it’s okay for mom and pop shops to continuously have their taxes and regulatory burden raised, but taxing massive endowments (at still a much lower rate than you or I) used to funnel left wing politics throughout the world is beyond the pale.
Fuck Harvard in the ass with a rusty chainsaw.
“Pay your fair share.”
Linky….
https://www.thecrimson.com/article/2025/2/11/increasing-endowment-tax-preview/
They only want to tax billionaires, not billion dollar endowments!
Billionaires only horde their money! They never put it to good use!!
Fuck you, cut spending.
I don’t give a fuck if it’s Harvard, the answer isn’t “tax them harder”.
It’s not an answer to our debt, no.
Absolutely cut spending.
But it’s a partial answer to the soaring cost of a college education. If they can advocate for taxing all of us at every turn, they can pay taxes on their pool of gold coins that has been amassed partially because of the hundreds of millions of dollars taxes has paid into it with bullshit grants.
Grants go into endowments? How does that work?
I can see tax dollars going to grants for alumni who later donate money that goes into endowments, I guess.
Alright, this is just awesome. And kind of a scary demo of what AI can already do:
https://x.com/Emilio2763/status/1895204070572638423
Nope. Still in the uncanny valley.
But climbing the other side…
What the hell was that?
Buster Poindexter isn’t feeling so hot hot hot either.
Anybody have Apple TV? What’s good on there?
Ted Lasso is great.
Severance. Its a cross between Office Space and Lost.
Mythic Quest.
Seconded on that. Also See was good, or it was for me.
Just switch it to African American Studies.
New York’s governor orders college to remove Palestinian studies job listing
Go full retro: Oriental Studies
So it wouldn’t be occidental?
Needs a new slant.
My son is very likely to attend a university that highlighted FIRST in the campus tour their Diversity office.
This was over a year ago.
I’m hoping that office has been decimated.
🙄
Isn’t it enough to just bury all the same propaganda in generic “Middle Eastern Studies” courses or something like that?
impressive but totally unbelievable. Are we to believe that me and UCS are roommates? What lunacy. And even if burglars came into our apartment and UCS was temporarily unable to speak, my goodness, the clash of our personalities would make the heavens shake!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pne3xPlAflU
I certainly hope the I will never be forced to associate with UCS. He simply cannot appreciate my snake and spider collection.
This piece is a tour de force.
With beer. Yummy.
https://www.nj.com/education/2025/02/nj-principal-wore-trump-costume-to-school-sparking-outrage-in-town-full-of-immigrants.html
Hey ICE…maybe check out that area…
Illegal immigrants, I would presume.
Oh grow the fuck up.
I see Trump being strongly criticized for calling Zelensky a dictator (he seems to be the textbook definition of a dictator to me) yet some of the same people making those complaints are calling Trump a dictator.
I overheard some somebodies call Trump a dictator this morning on the TV but now searching I cant find any of it. What my search does find are the complaints about Trump labeling Zelensky. There are lots of that and defenses of Zelensky.