America… no, wait, Argentina, no, wait, Hungary First!

My sweet Cthulhu… I’m older than this guy and I look like an elder zoomer by comparison. Dude’s aging like curdled milk in the desert sun.

Given that Trump lies about everything, including the weather, I’m inclined to believe the dead wealthy child molester who was BFFs with him for decades that he’s got sordid deeds to hide. The details? I would be pretty skeptical without concrete evidence. But the overall idea? Not so much.

Hurt people absolutely hurt people.

And some people are just bastards who get off on feeling powerful, and seeing others in pain is fun for them.

I believe a disheveled man with a sandwich board screaming about the end of days on a busy intersection over Kristi Noem.

Right there with merging a critical bug fix with the commit description set to “oh my fucking god, work you stupid piece of shit!!!”

“Let them eat Cessna Citation Xs!”

I will be legitimately shocked and alarmed if Speaker Porn Alert ever says something truthful.

“Are you human?”

“I… Maybe?!”

And when they’re not being yelled at, told that they’re pathetic goons with micropenises, that the world would be a better place without them, and that their boss is a Nazi upset that his dream of strangling women and children in the dark didn’t pan out. Just really tear into them at every chance.

And the real reason they want us to work around the clock until we drop dead is because they can’t imagine us doing anything other than work to show that we deserve to exist. What we do or why is not as important as the fact that we’re busy.