When we were kids those arcades were dark. They let us focus and forget about the outside world. These days everything looks like a cafeteria at a dentists convention. 💡💡🫩💡💡

Really wish I could go, but tickets are well over $600 and as high as $1700 on stubhub. How is this even possible?

He's already made several speeches invoking the same tones of the Bible in treating immigrants as we would treat ourselves.
Anyone calling themselves Christian while mistreating or applauding the mistreatment of immigrants is a hypocrite and entirely unchristian.

I'm was born and raised in Berkeley, California.
That anyone would give your town the moniker of a country,
in my opinion is high praise. The very idea that taking care of your fellow citizens is somehow deeply socialist is ridiculous.
All anybody wants is to live. Mamdani saw this. Can you?

Thousands of illegals literally bum rush Vatican City all the time.
It's called a pilgrimage.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Schmidt!

Hiptang! It's a Merry Christmas indeed! ❤️🎄❤️

This slop ain't cool.

And so it was that on this, the very first day of the very last year of his second youth, he would ride into the capital city of his heart and plant a flag in his own right; declaring that from here onward and for all time, each and every birthday would be happy.

He'd seen this world of theirs before in a dream; the glassy grey eyed monsters would scream at the children and hush them in anger.

His world had traps for the trickery of false wisdom and the nonsense of fear. His world had a leader who celebrated naiveté and the childlike optimism of promised tomorrows.

He'd seen this world of theirs before in a dream; the glassy grey eyed monsters would scream at the children and hush them in anger.

His world had shadows, but they were playful. His world had uncertainty, but it was exciting. He laid there in his bed at midnight, counting his breaths to the precipice of hyperventilation, and so he'd stand and pace and count the steps till his feet and mind throbbed with ache.

The children would hide from the sun and the moon and the stars became stories the others would say were just lies. But he knew better.

He'd seen this world of theirs before in a dream; the glassy grey eyed monsters would scream at the children and hush them in anger.

Not of self discovery, it'd been years since he'd found himself; ready to besiege their world of fear, and of greed and the shadowy pestilence of uncertainty with his own.

For a moment, I reconciled with my collective life and settled with death.
"Well, it's been a pretty good run. I could run to the basement, but do I really want to get up out of bed? Do I risk my neighbors seeing my sprinting by in my underwear, shouting about the possibility of imminent death?"