Will this be our legacy? Cranking our hogs while the world burns down around us? Cranking our hogs until all is reduced to ash, including the very hogs we are cranking? Can we not aspire to greater than this, friends, to something greater than the cranking of our smoldering hogs?

The same dudes who fetishize the supposed lost strength and competence of their forefathers want computers to write their emails for them.

Canonically there must have been a who-Jesus that was who-cified in order for Christmas to exist in Whoville

I couldn’t care less what economists say, but all I know is that if the snack wrap is coming back then we’re in a recession

This and a blunt 😩