Life is a preposterous horror.
Money speaks for money, the devil for his own
Who comes to speak for the skin and the bone?
The law locks up the man or woman
Who steals the goose off the common
But leaves the greater villain loose
Who steals the common from the goose.
Une oasis d'horreur dans un désert d'ennui.
| Location: | Tiohtià:ke |
| Wall: | מנא, מנא, תקל, ופרסין |
| The Dawn Machine Triumphant | "UN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE SUN. THE S" |
A thing I find interesting is how rapidly I lose my suspension of disbelief when I watch media and the *forest isn't right* by my standards. My brain insists there's only one correct mix of trees for forests, naturally the one where I'm from, and everything else isn't real.
If I see a horror movie set in like the South or the Pacific Northwest my brain goes nope, that's not real, no problem for me.
It needs to be like this:
I don't know why I played through Squirrel Stapler again. It was not fun. I thought it was maybe going to be one of those games that isn't fun, just good for me.
It was not.
I did finally finish the two sub-stories.
I can't be assed to care about soccer bullshit whatsoever, what's wrong with you losers who do. But a fancy Tintin inspired uniform?
Hell yeah, good job Belgium.
https://apnews.com/article/belgium-kit-tintin-euro-60b06ad569be1068772d1d18880dae42
Bonus Points: If Québec were serious about laïcité, started maybe tearing down crosses and renaming streets and towns, I maybe wouldn't be making so much fun of it all the time. It's because we are not serious about it that you can 100% prove we are just being racist clowns.
Hey, want a picture of one of our public schools?
If you wear $2000 shoes and run a program of massive austerity, to fund your military spending, you do not get to quote the Sermon on the Mount you colossal shitpiece.
I hate #Carney
Blessed are you who are poor,
for yours is the kingdom of God.
Blessed are you who hunger now,
for you will be satisfied.
I despise newspapers, probably because all the newspapers in my Not America are owned by America and are a mouthpiece for lunatic American conservatism.
I like the little community-run papers that are run for the shits and giggles of it all.
I don't hang out in Westmount very much at all, but I cannot argue with ducks being back as being worthy of the front page.
