Can you imagine 6 dudes with AR-15s, nothing fancy, responding that that threat? One wonders what might happen.

And now the DEA’s got a chopper in the air,

I wake up screamin’ like I’m back over there,

I learned a thing or two from Charlie, don’t you know?

You better stay away from Copperhead Road.

Politically speaking, it’s easy money. You pander to the conservatives with blocking propositions, get votes.

*Who is going to champion the flip side?!"

Who says you have to hike to your destination?

Because they’re shitty little sites no one has ever heard of?

clients have included

Whoop dee do. Yes, I’m sure the scum that were name dropped threw a couple of shillings in the pile.

And what kind of crazy revelations will come of this?! Well, maybe if something actually comes out, you’ll have your story.

Had a spot or two where I thought it was the end of all things, thought, “Well. I’ve burned the candle at both ends. Time to die.”

Another man of class I see. Would you care for a glass of sherry in my reading room? Or perhaps a cold Keystone in my living room? Either way, you are most welcome.

Dad always said he had been shot, stabbed and blown to hell. Like father, like son.

Meh, I’m a GenX slacker, total failure. My best guess is I’ll retire to the Philippines with my Filipino wife, see what social security gets me while I rent my Florida house for something fair. Really want to keep the house for my kid’s inheritance, or if I croak, my wife’s home.

I could start a whole comm on the subject.

Took the plastic holders that we sold sprinklers in and use them to root 21 plants at a time.

Made a sweet display rack from an old pallet. I can go on for ages about pallet uses.

Saved my bread bag for next time I need a food bag. I never purchase plastic bags except for the trash can and aluminum can recycling.

Used the black and green nylon twine that came wrapped around various products. Made new canoe handles (braided) and plants hangers (with an artfully bent, white coated clothes hanger).

Have a huge pile of 1x2 treated wood pieces that were used to pack lumber. Still working on ideas.

I save McDonald’s cups for starting plants. Tough plastic, not too UV sensitive.

Shove styrofoam in a pickle jar with a dash of unleaded, boom, ya got napalm. You can start a soaking wet camp fire with that shit. Save your dryer lint while you’re at it.

Show me a pic of any packaging, I’ll give you a use for it.

We try to keep our kids so disconnected from sex and death that it stunts them.

My 11-yo daughter was, unknown to me, sleeping on the couch when I walked out naked. Freaked her out at the time, but to her credit she seemed to later take it in stride. Her and her little brother are intensely worried about being seen naked.

Asked my kids what they would think if I took up squirrel hunting. “NO DAD! You can’t kill animals!” So how about the chicken nuggets you’re eating?

“The gun is always loaded.” That maxim is meant to engender proper safety habits, yet I’ve had people try to argue that it should always be taken literally. Then how the hell am I supposed to clean the damned thing?!

Related, but I have a hard time looking down the business end of a gun barrel, even if it’s completed detached from the weapon, nothing but a steel tube. Guess the maxim worked on me!

On day 3 of a meth bender, non-stop looking at and Photoshopping porn, paralyzed my ulnar nerve by the way my arm was resting on the armrest. Yes, I sat there that long in the same position. Couldn’t feel my pinkie and ring finger for a couple of years. No, I haven’t done meth in 20 years.

Sliced my forearm open trying to make a small scratch to do a blood brother thing with my gf. My god, I barely got it to stop bleeding. Now I have what looks like a suicide scar. In other news, I was top-tier at sharpening pocket knives back then.

Hit a brick wall, head on, driving my motorcycle drunk, on an unfamiliar street, at night, wearing dark goggles. The bike exploded into fragments, I got a light concussion.

Broke my femur, most crippling injury to date. Knew my motorcycle brakes were far too worn, drove it anyway. Lady slammed her brakes, guy in front of me did same, I tried to do the same, rammed him from behind.

Using a non-locking pocket knife to trim a washer hose. It folded and cut me to the bone, had to have surgery to repair the extensor tendon. Also using a non-locking pocket knife to work on my motorcycle throttle cable, you guessed it, it folded and cut me to the bone. Have had nerve damage in that fingertip since.

Riding my BMX as a kid, decided to try an endo. Slammed the front brakes at speed with predictable results. Knee hit the asphalt to hard it mashed the skin off. Still got the scar, which matches the one on my other knee from swinging over a lava rock.

Got diverticulitis, 3 times, most painful events of my life. Spent years shitting too hard, developed diverticulosis (little tears/pouches in your intestine that catch food and get infected). Surgery fixed it!

Popped a lung after a night of rigorous sex. Yes, I smoked cigarettes and weed. Also, had a lawn service where I inhaled dust all day. Maybe not so much on me though. Doc said it was common among young men and I had two friends blow a lung in those years.

Lately, my feet have been all fucked up from working at Lowe’s (I rage quit BTW). Got some new shoes at the thrift, like walking on clouds. Apparently been wearing a size too small for years.

Bruised/broken my ribs several times, broke my right arm twice, countless broken toes and fingers, and perhaps more than the one concussion described above. At this point in the story I’ve stopped counting scars.

I can keep going. No idea how I survived my 20s without permanent injury or prison time.

Religion is baked into our very genes.

“Fifty thousand years ago there were these three guys spread out across the plain and they each heard something rustling in the grass. The first one thought it was a tiger, and he ran like hell, and it was a tiger but the guy got away. The second one thought the rustling was a tiger and he ran like hell, but it was only the wind and his friends all laughed at him for being such a chickenshit. But the third guy thought it was only the wind, so he shrugged it off and the tiger had him for dinner. And the same thing happened a million times across ten thousand generations - and after a while everyone was seeing tigers in the grass even when there were`t any tigers, because even chickenshits have more kids than corpses do. And from those humble beginnings we learn to see faces in the clouds and portents in the stars, to see agency in randomness, because natural selection favours the paranoid. Even here in the 21st century we can make people more honest just by scribbling a pair of eyes on the wall with a Sharpie. Even now we are wired to believe that unseen things are watching us.”

― Peter Watts, Echopraxia

And yes, the penultimate sentence is an experimentally verified fact.

Sandman. Only comic I’ve ever really read and the show was surprisingly on point. Even given Gaiman’s evil history I think it’s doing us fans a disservice by killing it.

Can’t believe so many people said Pink Floyd! I’m not even sure who I’d pick for #2. Floyd’s really old stuff is like a different band.

I wholeheartedly agree! But the cinematographer’s subject usually isn’t a barely pubescent child.

If that were a pic of a real little girl, would you say the same? Barely pubescent, short shorts gapped around her thighs, legs held up and back, tank top strap slipping off, big eyes staring at you… fuck, gonna stop there.

How about this: If I posted a pic of my 11-yo in those clothes, in that position, all hell would break loose and I’d be banned forever and ever amen. Probably get reported to the FBI. But you would just say it’s a child on a couch?

And if that’s all it is, nothing titillating, why would anyone post such a thing? Again, how about I post a pic of my daughter dressed like that, in that position? We all good with that? (You have to say “yes”, you’ve backed yourself into a corner.)

Only in first-world countries did everyone have a phone and the Earth’s population was half what it is now.

Water is created and destroyed by biological and other natural processes. Here go photosynthesis:

6CO₂ + 6H₂O + Light → C₆H₁₂O₆ + 6O₂