There are a lot of missing people underwater in their cars, in the South and Midwest.

And thanks to Patriotic Jesusy Murkan Small Government, soon you won’t know if it’s in your kid’s Halloween candy.

It was probably another nightshade plant. Eggplant maybe?

Dang, now that’s uber-manly! I guess I’m a beta soycuck.

You forgot the red hat.

When I first read about this, I thought it was satire. Unfortunately, it isn’t.

“If we let the weak get around for free, they’ll just live longer and drain more resources from the Real Makers!”

You said bad.

Looks like the colony of fungus on his head became sentient.

But the trans kids

“Columbia The Gem Of The Ocean” was almost the national anthem.

EDIT: One of its lyrics was “thy banners make tyranny tremble.” That wouldn’t work today, would it, considering we are under, well, tyranny.

Soviet military and intelligence efficiency was greatly exaggerated.

They should be subject to a citizens police review board.

Like that’s ever going to happen.

While I was in the process of disentangling myself from religion, the woman I lived with for nearly 10 years went off the deep end. Prosperity gospel. She became insufferable.

I made a much-needed escape, and met my wife a year later. She, like me, believes religion to be a social construct, intended to keep the masses docile and obedient.

Office with a public college, WFH 60%

I predicted back in 2000 that the net would become a big complex system of cable channels, you pay for every site you visit. It’s sure AF going that way.

Something wonderful is gone forever. Thanks America.

It’s not social media per se. It’s capitalism. The Internet was this vast frontier, where you could meet anyone. Little communities formed, we all just talked, and self-regulated any bad behavior. It was a gift economy, we all freely shared knowledge, files, culture.

In the past 20 or so years, economies of scale took over. Corporations bought up the server space and aggressively shut down small communities. Community is discouraged, keep scrolling and click on the ads! Marketing killed the internet.

Definitely Road Runner.

As for a rare one, Lost In Space. My spoiled brother had to have Batman, every week.

Like walking from a free society into a police state. Micromanagement, hidden rules that you were expected to know and obey, a culture of informants.

I don’t think he ever quite readjusted to civilian life after his time in World War II. He talked of it constantly, watched documentaries and war pictures.

It’s from a radio production suite, sold to smalltime broadcasters. One crummy little daytimer I worked for used that very one.