No thank you cards depicting men wearing suits and then when you open the card the YMCA theme plays and you all do the Trump dance.

They don’t have those. And that’s exactly what they needed.

So should subtractions!

I love this idea. I couldn’t help but think of the innernette though.

Obviously on a day trip from the technodrome.

It’s literally peaks and valleys of probability based on linguistic rules. That’s it. It is what’s referred to as a “Chinese room” in thought experiments.

Ax the wack ass-backwards taxback on tacks for tacky smack talkin’ puddycats.

Change comes from within.

Me too! It’s been a treat to use!

Oh man. You definitely missed out. That’s one I get thanks for recommending more than any other series.

China’s not talking about making my country one of it’s states. Relatively angelic by comparison.

It is an excellent book however.

How about “the president we turn into fertilizer” instead?

It’s more like:

• the handgun is an Uzi
• the gun owner is senile and has tremors in their hands
• the foot is painted bright orange, is 10 sizes larger than average, and is dusted in a light seasoning of primacord.

Lol American’t so it’s gonna pout.

This is the shit the behaviourally challenged adolescent boys in my kids middle school would contrive.

Aim high, USA.

For reals. No one gives a shit about my doings. If I climb on a soapbox with a megaphone and scream at passers-by the editorial of my doings, and condemn then for not having a like mind or interests, I’d expect a more hostile reception to my doings. There’s a pretty easy line to see, there is a pretty easy choice to make, and for those who’ve chosen otherwise, we’ve gone beyond “man-o-sphere” and out into the oort cloud of “quasi similar simian”. Not feeling a whole lot of kinship to that.

Used to be my favorite t-shirt…

I lived in Calgary, in Harper’s riding while that slime was in power. I don’t, and didn’t, give a wet slap if I was the ONLY green booger on his otherwise blue quilt, my vote was my way to tell him, every time I could, that we weren’t all in his corner. So, damn straight I voted, every goddamn time I could and you should too.

Or maybe they meant sweats.

No, he’s got a point. AI already scores, on average, at least 8.7 kilo-arts on the quantitative art scale we all use already (and have, ever since the Renaissance gave us all that pesky realism), and line always go up, as we know.

Not sure if I need the /s but here it is.