IDS (Imminent Death Syndrome) puts us all in an awkward position.

He could go at any moment… he’s got entitilitus!

An Honored Matre with her sexy skills!

Hey, Imaginary Percentages, cool!

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To generate Complex Demographic on a Cartesian plane.

Because if it wasn’t Gaza, it would have been another excuse to not lift a lazy goddamned finger and still delude themselves into feeling "morally superior"while sitting on their fat mediocre asses at home.

Before Harris, they also leaned heavily on the “Sleepy Joe” bullshit and “two old white men up for election, who cares”. Once the old “Sleepy Joe” element was removed from the equation, they had to find a way to keep their goddamned stubbornly lazy and ignorant narrative intact.

Now that the election is over, most of these “concerned and outraged” deadweight assholes will never think about Gaza and the plight of its’ people again. And they will keep on feeling smug about themselves.

For a moment there, I thought the younger people of America had in them the capacity to do the obvious righteous thing, and to banish the demons once and for all.
The younger people of America have shown what they are made of, and never again will I overestimate them.

They’ve done it before and they’ll fucking do it again.
All these young new potential voters! A fresh wave of idiot!

While filming Citizen Kane, director and star Orson Welles likened making a movie to playing with a toy train set, and that playful inventive spirit shines all throughout the movie.

Aw hell yeah, Sparkomatic!

Buy it at your local Fleetwood Mart.

Kool Aid Pitcher Man and Rev. Jim Jones. Name a more iconic duo.

EDIT: You know, because of the TV movie of the late 70s-early 80s, I got used to putting the face of Powers Boothe on the name Jim Jones, it always feels weird to see the real monster, like an uncanny valley effect.

For some reason, I feel like his stage name should be Baby Leroy.

Where Green?

Dick pics or it didn’t happen!

You laugh, but you should see how often I have to go take a leak.
Always with a water by my side. Always tyrannized by my bladder.

Then how about whenever I start washing dishes, soap in my hands, and I suddenly need to urgently go to the bathroom.
The struggle is real WAKE UP SHEEPLE geez…!

Yeah but what about The Da Vinci Code?

I haven’t yet seen the series, and this image, as a standalone object without context, is a work of art, I love it.

How about dialing it down a notch, so it’s just a social faux pas instead?

The old fashioned, waterless toilet way: meat waves!

But hey, YOUR narrative doesn’t fit the algorithm! You know the one - the bleak and cynical, bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe LoL aMiRiTe “too cool for school (and for voting)” narrative!

Wait till they find out about the couple of comets headed our way!