He needs to say something to the public. Like “I regret that I have but one life to give for my country.” I don’t know where I got that from. Probably read it on the Internet or something.

ahaha that’s great

Well I mean… that’s just imgur. It’s always like that. Click the link again, it will be all new shit.

Try sorting results by ‘price low to high’ and then watch as it completely ignores you - no - laughs in your fucking face - as it gives you results in whatever goddamn order it so desires.

It might make it easier to give it up if you can fully realize that Amazon is now 100% in the business of fucking you over.

Only God may judge us? Which God exactly, you giant fucking DIPSHIT?

While his murder shocked many

His murder shocked literally nobody.

They were in a hurry to get the message out to everyone “the motive remains unknown.” They knew we would be looking to them for guidance on why anyone would kill a filthy rich healthcare CEO notorious for denying care to people. They couldn’t leave us hanging over a few simple spelling errors.

“We were talking about the Middle East, and he took a piece of paper and he drew on it [a] map of the Middle East with all the nations on it, which most Americans couldn’t do,” he told the right-wing broadcaster.

haha yeah and Kim Jong-il bowled a perfect 300 game at his very first try at bowling, scored 11 holes-in-one on his very first try at playing golf, wrote over 1,500 books while at university, composed 6 operas, could walk at 3 weeks of age and speak at 8 weeks of age.

o well

If you have ever had a dream where you can’t get something right. Like, in your dream you know you need to do something - you even know exactly what it is that you need to do. You have no excuse for not doing it - maybe you actually try to do it - and yet you keep finding it is as yet undone.

You eventually wake up, because you are alive and you are dreaming. But if you are dead, you are not alive, you cannot wake up. You have all of the agency that you had when you were dreaming, which is none. Until you woke up - you were helpless in your dream, try as you might. The dead are helpless in their dream as well, but they do not have the luxury of waking up.

So have some pity for the dead.

Same, Slackware, went over to Red Hate for a while then Debian - am using Ubuntu now. I’ll never forget (in 1998) setting up Slackware as a server on an old spare 486 the company I worked for had laying around. It had a SCSI hard drive. Oh the pain. USENET was the only good reference, and you’d sometimes have to post and wait a day for a response if you just couldn’t figure it out.

Got that server running and saved the company hundreds of dollars a month - they had been paying egregious fees to host brochureware. They thought I was Superman.

This is worthless because it’s not the children whose use of social media is destroying the world.

I wish this worked for me. I don’t get paranoid or anxious, but it just doesn’t relax me at all. I basically feel no actual body effect, except my heart starts racing. Like, for hours. My eyes get like in the picture, but it’s not cute, it’s painful. I also get ravenously hungry. Like if it wasn’t for my racing heart and bleary eyes I couldn’t focus on anything else but shoving shit into my mouth. I get confused of course, which - duh - but I can’t even focus on enjoying the daze because of all the suffering.

Guess I’m stuck with booze on the holidays.

Huh, I need to re-read the Gospels, I don’t remember the part about Mary stuffing semen she got from the HVAC vents into her cooter. God indeed works in mysterious ways.

Why would this be a wake up call for the music industry? This shows they are operating at peak efficiency!

Heaven Hill’s been around since 1935. They had 60 years to get to the rotgut era.

IMO, The high-class bourbon renaissance is just an Internet meme and the rising tide has lifted all boats. I’m sure it’s really that it’s just now distilled with great care and pride and is totally worth $170.

I’ve never bought a $170 bottle of liquor, however, and I don’t intend to start now.

OK to be fair even in 1995 the most degenerate bourbon drinker wouldn’t drink that shit. That was on par with like Mad Dog 20/20.

Kentuckians know this brand as formerly the worst $5 rotgut it was possible to buy that still called itself “Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey.” That was then (1995) this is now. Behold, the power of marketing.

I don’t know if I would go so far as to say it was the final flag.