A 36 inch gas pipeline exploded once nearly 50 miles away from my house at 4 in the morning. Rattled the house and windows. Glowing ball of light to the south of us. Called the police in the nearest town to us only to be told it woke everybody. That's some scary stuff, but a damned good hit.

Where's the banana for scale?

That explains the bubble trail at least...

Early one sunday morning every dog in the neighborhood was barking. Looked outside to see a fine buck standing on our little street. Neighbor's wife was laughing, said her husband had left for the weekend... to deer hunt.

Uggh, 30 cents.

A club that needs clubbing.

Well, that's enough Lovecraftian terror for one day.

Exactly.

Dismaying. This is the rot, in all its horrid glory. Its time to amputate this sickness, or else.

At this point, we must demand his sudden removal from office and public life. Freeze all accounts with his name and hold everything in stasis for a full spread eagled audit. CSpan would cover every second for all of us to witness the flaying to come.

I was 6 days into my 16th year of life when I gave birth to a child fathered by a 22 year old. Denied his name in the adoption procedures because I knew he would want me to keep it, even though he vanished once he found out what he had done. I wasn't taking any risks, even though it hurt like hell.

May the angels hear me and weep, but I'm drinking a second cup of coffee today just for that exact thing.
Might even get laundry done today, that will make for an even better evening with fresh linens on the bed to fall into tonight.

That would be a more focused act than I think his little brain can handle.