I'm not and frankly never have been the brightest bulb in the chandelier, as I competed in prep school, college, and even grad skoo and barely tread water. But this sheeit is beyond what was formerly believable. It's why I've been reading Karl practically since his blog's inception but never had the nerve to post until he called us lurkers out about a year or so ago to start spreading the message, which I've faithfully done.

Never in my wildest dreams could I ever have imagined the mass psyop our gubmint pulled on the general public. I see a large swath of the public sleepwalking into indentured servitude, anxiously awaiting their masters' next marching orders, h/t Blanca. I still lurk daily on Fartbook, just to see the former libtards I used to work with celebrate the latest sagacity of our Imperial Pants-Shitter-in-chief. Part of me feels smug that they've chosen slavery over self-actualization and reason. But the other part of me feels profound sadness that these evil fascists have succeeded in hoodwinking such a large percentage of the world population. Makes me kind of glad I'm childless and old(er). The years ahead look grim indeed. The only thing worse than being fat, drunk, and stupid, is believing you're healthy (at any size), sober, and intellectual. h/t Dean Wormer.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u1hnwvWh....

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Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.-Dorothy Parker

Boys don't make passes at girls with fat asses.-slightly modified DP