"Why can't dems just be perfect and instantly give me everything I want right now with zero compromises on anything? Is that really so hard? I mean c'mon, you're basically just unfiltered pure evil if you're not wildly promising me everything my way all the time forever."

If you have to be famous, doing it secretly is the way to go.

"Call me a 'trash panda' one more time. ONE MORE TIME. I dare you!"

Clearly, the wrong answer is to *not* faff about knocking things off shelves and falling asleep on a robot's chest for a while.

Using AI to create slop for other AIs to scrape, which they will then count as hits and present as "viewership metrics" to claim "engagement with our content has never been better!" for investors to make line go up.

As a veteran, I'd drink a Flaming Moe on this day.

THE
STYLE
AT
THE
TIME

Yes, this.
The reason unexplained pieces of lore work in those movies/media people love with a sense of nostalgia now is precisely because they're *unexplained.*
You get to fill it in, in your own mind.
Explain the magic, and it stops being magic, because it is no longer being woven for yourself.

Spending money on a box to store such a worthless carcass feels so wasteful. Can't we just rent a woodchipper and do this Fargo style? No one will even notice as long as we hose it out before we return it.

What I really loved was getting sanctimoniously screamed at about how "genocide isn't a dealbreaker for you if you voted for Harris!" by leftists who then had no answer when asked if helping Trump win by refusing to vote for the only other viable candidate was somehow going to be *better* for Gaza.

These ghouls are getting ready to turn to dust before our very eyes.

Ahh, the Budd Dwyer special. A TV classic.
I wonder how much ad slots are going to cost.

Cool, I look forward to it.

I am so smart! I am so smart! S-A-M-R-T!
...I mean, S-M-A-R-T!

Don't threaten me with a good time