My thoughts exactly. There are some low level guys who fire those missiles who will be asked EXACTLY what their orders were after this. And murder doesn’t have a statute of limitations for prosecution, it could be a long time from now.

Good job!

Thank you for this post, it gives a clear voice to something I’ve had trouble trying to express for sometime.

I love this, it’s the Indian version of Alice’s Restaurant. It never fails to be both humorous and remind me how much people on the other side of the world are just like me.

Still mourning Hortman, try again later.

I’ve always wanted a roomba just to paint it and name it 1812.

Scene with a flower.

He looks like incel Pittbull in this photo.

Thus ends any empathy I felt for her and what’s his face.

I have to go with the Mountain Goats- No Children.

I watched that film so many times just for the scene where the pool collapses.

Remember the Titans. It’s supposed to be a getting over racism film, what I took away from it was the destructive nature of the sport on children.

I decided that if it’s a choice between an afterlife with a god that would allow these things and annihilation, I choose annihilation.

I feel the same about macchiato. Which often (let’s be clear, almost always) gets turned into a latte because the barista would be embarrassed handing you a cup with so little in it. I love when they hand me the cup and it’s light.

Saw an exhibit by Tony Cokes in the Boston MFA last week (Untitled), that was a slide show featuring text from Mark Fisher’s-The Resistable Demise of Michael Jackson- really good. So much of MJ’s life was twisted and packaged for everyone but him, I wish we’d let him be just a person.

Again proving that a crusty bread is better than soft loaf. Which could at best be used as a satchel charge, exposing the defender to enemy fire.

Thank god they were wearing body armor.

Night of the Lepus!