Friday Ephemera (723)
She would make love to them, selflessly. || Solemn oath, precious memories. || Cower in FEAR – the LASER is here, 1962. || Incoming. || She makes it work. || Incriminating stains. || Suspense. || Secret revealed. || Dating in Sardinia, 1964. || Blushing bride not blushing enough. || Some clenching of the buttocks. || Hey, it’s better than your cheap-ass robot horse. || Heroic rescue attempted. || Tidy is good. Alternatively. || “Yeet the mammary meat,” they cheered. || It’s his lemon dress. || Locals displeased by nude cyclists, altercation ensues. || Terry’s Chocolate Apple. || The thrill of pigeons. || The progressive retail experience, parts 551, 552, and 553. || “I’m parking right now.” || Parenting test, level 10. || Guatemalan action figure. || Retro-futurism. || And finally, no, after you.
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You called?
Well, there’s a very good reason they’re not listening. They’re angling for the No Bell Prize.
Remember the Gong Show? These people should get the gong and be ejected from the game, metaphorically speaking. Bong! Thanks for playing. Now get the fuck out.
Pilots and bell curve: I have been around a lot of academics and engineers in my life. I’m pretty smart. I have met people waaaaay smarter than me. They have been white, jewish, Chinese, Indian, Iranian. Not a single one has been any other ethnic group. They tail matters for many jobs. If you lower the standards people die, organizations fail.
100 years later, the New Republic is still a cheerleader for fascism.