

Well YOU won’t be going to Kolob! /s


Well YOU won’t be going to Kolob! /s


“John Ringo” sounds like he writes from his home in Mom’s spare room, when he’s not perusing the online manosphere.


“Fat Commando! This gut don’t wobble.”


The Fountainhead. Full stop. Purple prose by a Soviet hack writer with a serious r*pe kink, in praise of dog-eat-dog social Darwinism.
It’s a capitalist world. Economies of scale will always tip the balance toward centralization, in the hands of billionaires.
Not a fan. It’s boring, repetitive, and aimed at the fantasies of very immature and self-centered men.
That said, if produced by consenting adults, I see little need for censorship.


We did real ones for years, but in our new house I got tired of sweeping pine needles, and still finding some in April.
Also, we adopted two inquisitive cats, and the tree water is highly toxic. So these days, it’s artificial, downstairs and upstairs.
Fuck forever, just let my upcoming prostate biopsy be negative. I’m retiring and I have shit to do that doesn’t involve sitting in front of the TV wearing a diaper.
What a sweet little calico!
You know that. And I know that.
But try telling that to 100 million poorly educated voters who think billionaires are acting in their best interests, and public goods of any kind are for poors and losers.
That, is the evil brilliance of Republican marketing.