More politics fun with blowhards contradicting themselves!

They are gay. Sooooo gay!

What.
The.
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Seriously, you need to keep track of your shit. If you insist on being careless, someone may come across your lost trove of family pictures and make a Youtube video like this:

This means those pictures files are still floating around somewhere. Oh my…

Cool, Milemarker is back (this is an oldie but goodie):

Lyrics from SongMeanings:

If it’s not the radio waves coming from the tower on the hill that cloud our heads, then it’s the one we see everyday, the one who’s locked in our skin. But that’s the last idea-that it’s the first of kin. We’ve got to take it back. We’ve got to take it back. We sleep to sew the seams that we oppose. We’ve got to take it back. We’ve got to take it back. We shrink to fit in our pre-assigned roles.

Resist with each stitch.

Split the seams and start all over again.

Cut the pattern that fits.

Ready-made rarely means ready to fit.

A bleached white tightness to bind and gag and scold The lines seen fit to fight will soon become our own. Skipping skimmed meals waiting, maintaining this waning form. The lines we fought to fit have now become our own.

We should not be tied down by roughly cut threads from the patterns of the CEOS. We must learn to tie up their tower and it starts with ourselves. They need no spokesman if you have no voice. We’ve got to take it back. We’ve got to take it back. We sleep to sew the seams that we oppose. We’ve got to take it back. We’ve got to take it back. We shrink to fit in our pre-assigned roles.

Resist with each stitch.

Split the seams and start all over again.

Cut the pattern that fits.

Ready-made rarely means ready to fit.

A bleached white tightness to bind and gag and scold The lines seen fit to fight will soon become our own. Skipping skimmed meals waiting, maintaining this waning form. The lines we fought to fit have now become our own.

A bleached white tightness to bind and gag and scold The lines seen fit to fight will soon become our own. Skipping skimmed meals waiting, maintaining this waning form. The lines we fought to fit have now become our own.

A bleached white tightness to bind and gag and scold The lines seen fit to fight will soon become our own. Skipping skimmed meals waiting, maintaining this waning form. The lines we fought to fit have now become our own.

(yes I am having a grumpy morning, but I love this song and the lady-singer’s rad Betty-Boop accent that pops in and out of her singing at times)

Durrr I work for Fox News so I think it is an awesome idea to walk straight into a huge crowd of idiot fringey protesters at the Democratic Convention:

I have a new favorite Mexican place!

RED WORM have no eyes but he see a friend! Wave hi to the RED WORM on his chores! Hello, friends again.

The whole “Instruction for a…” series is one of my favorite things ever. It is never quite what you think…

Alexander Overwijk should make many perfect circle drawing babies. With little bald heads.

this is great! and terrifying!

I am still unclear about what a “Banana King” does or even is.

Looks like they redub the BBC for Jamaica:

What can one brave troll do to an audio chatroom, armed with only a few soundboards?

Oh, wonderful things. Terrible, wonderful things…