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@withinreasonvmd.bsky.social
Shallow thinker who spends too much time wonderin’ where the lions are, what is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow, where to find a quality second breakfast, how is it bigger on the inside, and what kind of mileage do you get on a Krebs cycle?
Great: we killed Aquaman. So, swimming to the US with a load of coke, were they? Or was it fentanyl? Or maybe the worst of all, Tylenol?
December 4, 2025 at 2:13 AM
Oh, is it recess already? Boy, the school day just flies by, doesn’t it?
December 4, 2025 at 1:34 AM
The current world record holder is Adolf Hitler: attendee comments include “It would be a remarkable achievement!”, ”Only you could do it!“, “Good luck and Godspeed, sir!“, and “Thank god Kash isn’t here.”
December 3, 2025 at 8:43 PM
Fact checking is for chumps.
December 3, 2025 at 6:47 PM
Despite reports that they were in a short-lived sobriety group together, Pete Hegseth swears he absolutely does not know this raccoon.
December 3, 2025 at 6:46 PM
Just nauseating.
December 3, 2025 at 6:42 PM
And Pete is his mother‘s idea of a joke. Not a very good one: more like the kind you know will elicit a flat stare, a wince or, at best, a groan in response.

But a joke‘s a joke.
December 3, 2025 at 2:47 AM
I’m looking forward to seeing Hegseth ih handcuffs, partially because I think it would prevent him from talking. The breeze created by the manic movement of his hands is causing The Donald’s sparse locks to sway like dead weeds by the roadside.
December 3, 2025 at 12:31 AM
Math is hard.
December 2, 2025 at 7:14 PM
To quote Inigo Montoya, “There is too much. Let me sum up.”

She’s an evil, deeply unqualified sociopathic puppy shooter whose few functioning brain cells have been curdled by near-lethal levels of Botox.
December 2, 2025 at 3:05 AM
But lying about rallying size is so on brand for them!
December 1, 2025 at 8:59 PM
Gee, I wish more people liked me enough to call me a “throwback.”
December 1, 2025 at 8:53 PM
Nice. It’s like in The Maltese Falcon, where Spade tells Wilmer “Six, two and even they’re selling you out, kid.”

Admiral Bradley being fitted up? Wonder how he feels about this….
December 1, 2025 at 8:48 PM
That’s not a medical report, it’s a summary. Probably edited.
December 1, 2025 at 7:29 PM
Is “taking a meeting” a euphemism for something for Trump? If so, I just “took a meeting” in the bathroom. Nobody should use it for a while….
December 1, 2025 at 7:25 PM
“Yeah. I designed the hulls. They’re gold. It’s kinda my thing. They’re slow as hell, and a lotta of ‘em’ll probably sink, but you know, it’s a looks thing.”
November 28, 2025 at 1:07 AM
So sorry. Where I live in Maine, we lose power to storms, inquisitive-and-soon-to-be-deep-fried wildlife, suicidal trees, and changes in humidity. Hope it’s restored soon. Avoid opening the fridge.

On the positive side, after a lifetime of excellent prose, the above could be your first hit single.
November 27, 2025 at 1:39 PM
And I’m sure Petey Boy will be the one calling to tell these troops, “Forget about ‘I’ll be home for Christmas’, you’re headed to a photo op in DC.”
November 26, 2025 at 11:01 PM
Sure. That’ll fix it.
November 26, 2025 at 10:19 PM
Fuck‘s sake: imagine being a family member of one of the National Guard deployed there.
November 26, 2025 at 9:29 PM
Little man with a big gun. It would be pitiful if it weren’t so dangerous.

Welcome to America.
November 26, 2025 at 5:43 PM
“The beautiful game.”
November 26, 2025 at 5:41 PM
Such a little, little man.
November 24, 2025 at 7:17 PM