This is what happens when you overthink the simple act of voting, when you navel gaze for days and months any simple physical effort that requires your presence with intent. You distort what it is and how it works.

A vote nudges things towards a direction, it is NOT a magic political wand that fixes things overnight. Inertia builds up only with several election cycles of consistency.

One side is cruel and will constantly sabotage good faith whether in or out of majority power. “Good faith is for suckers” is their goddamned motto, just one in a ton of toxic ideas and knee-jerk anger and greedy gluttony. Television and internet has amplified these virulent tendencies.

Whoever decided to not vote is in a muddy mental hole and has participated through inaction in making things much worse and perilous for millions of vulnerable living beings.

I have lost my faith in the younger generations, they cannot cut through the bullshit, are actively being bombarded in bad faith messaging, and it fucking worked.

Good luck in weeding out fascists and bigots from your society now. Especially in the judicial branch, you get to keep those for life. You have stabbed yourself in the chest with a rusty knife and call it “purity”, you imbeciles.

IDS (Imminent Death Syndrome) puts us all in an awkward position.

He could go at any moment… he’s got entitilitus!

An Honored Matre with her sexy skills!

They should do a faithful-to-the-book adaptation of Moonraker!
Straight out of the mid-50s, an ICBM pointing at London and in a countdown. A race against time! (and Hugo Drax)

The opposite of a Bulwer-Lytton!

How about a threefer with
Jerry
Lee
Lewis!

Reminds me of that Simon & Garfunkel lyric, along the lines of

…he’s so unhip
when you say Dylan
he thinks you’re talking about Dylan Thomas!
Whoever he was.

Old Man River. Old Man Hydra?

Talk about looking at the past with distorting rose-colored glasses!

(infinite loop until toddler needs nap.)

“The prosecution rests, Your Honor.”

Hey, Imaginary Percentages, cool!

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To generate Complex Demographic on a Cartesian plane.

Let’s have a look at today’s Countdown Conundrum!

For a second or three there, I read that as:

When I was a kid,
a priest told me about Mars

Because if it wasn’t Gaza, it would have been another excuse to not lift a lazy goddamned finger and still delude themselves into feeling "morally superior"while sitting on their fat mediocre asses at home.

Before Harris, they also leaned heavily on the “Sleepy Joe” bullshit and “two old white men up for election, who cares”. Once the old “Sleepy Joe” element was removed from the equation, they had to find a way to keep their goddamned stubbornly lazy and ignorant narrative intact.

Now that the election is over, most of these “concerned and outraged” deadweight assholes will never think about Gaza and the plight of its’ people again. And they will keep on feeling smug about themselves.

For a moment there, I thought the younger people of America had in them the capacity to do the obvious righteous thing, and to banish the demons once and for all.
The younger people of America have shown what they are made of, and never again will I overestimate them.

They’ve done it before and they’ll fucking do it again.
All these young new potential voters! A fresh wave of idiot!

While filming Citizen Kane, director and star Orson Welles likened making a movie to playing with a toy train set, and that playful inventive spirit shines all throughout the movie.

This painting is briefly but intensely featured in Ken Russell’s berserk 80s movie “Gothic”, a fictional recounting of Lord Byron and friends getting together for demonic games one night in Byron’s castle on a Swiss lake island.
The hallucinations of that night planted the seed of an idea in Mary Shelley’s mind, which became the story of Frankenstein’s monster.

Bilbo’s gone bananas!
Then Saruman decided to turn Isengard into Sauron’s banana republic on the side.

They commodified it and sold it back to Satan on a t-shirt.