I still remember that bobbleheaded dunderwhelp Elisabeth Hasselbeck. I don’t remember anything in particular she said on the show, but my head cannon is that she was never without a finger in her nose and a thumb up her ass.

Boomer humor at its most basic. “Them young 'uns think they’re so smart, but they just got schooled…that’s why you gotta respect yer elders!” Right, because unplugging a single node is going to save the network servers. I’ve literally only seen this clip of the show, but that blatant pandering to boomers told me all I needed to know. Also, fuck 12.

Yes, I’d like one cat please. No, not that one…the dapper tabby gentleman in the back…yes, that’s the one. What’s that? No, no thank you, I don’t need a bag.

…on second thought, yeah, go ahead and give me the cat in a bag. What’s the damage?

Often that is the case, especially if the lyrics are not clear enough to make out. Even when they are, auditory processing disorder is a lil shit sometimes.

Sometimes, though, something in the lyrics will jump out at me…a particular turn of phrase, poetic devices, alliteration, some deep metaphor…and that pulls me out of the music and into hearing the lyrics. The music is now in the background of the audio painting and the words come to the foreground.

Get fucked. Biden and the majority of Democrats in Congress are actively seeking to fund the genocide of the Palestinians. Trump is 1000% worse, but I will not vote for any of them, fuck em all.🖕

This country gets what it fucking deserves and I’m not going to be complicit in any of it any more. I’ll tend to myself, my loved ones, and my chosen community, thanks.

Those algebra students of mine who are drawn in by the obvious proposed solutions on tests end up failing them.

I’m not voting for a genocide-funding, ethnic cleansing apologist. End of story. 🖕

I’m not voting for a genocide-funding, ethnic cleansing apologist. End of story. 🖕

I’m not voting for a genocide-funding, ethnic cleansing apologist. End of story. 🖕

No.