It’s weird cuz when I go to the site I don’t see anything like that as even an option.

I don’t see any option that says “need help signing in” and you have to type in your social security number before you even get to the page that has your phone number on it? What am I missing?

The critical hit captured live on national television looked like a cutscene from a new fallout game.

Zucks passing dominates the new cycle for almost 10 minutes before the enthusiasm about a new fallout game completely overshadows him.

A few years later no one’s ever heard the name Zuckerberg outside of memes about that one oligarch who got melted by the space aliens shortly after first contact.

It turns out he’s the reason they came here, "You can’t let those things get established on your planet, clearly your people didn’t notice but that wasn’t a human. That creature was a mimic and it would have consumed you all if you let it. We’re going to station a few folks here in case another one shows up… and you got to clean this place up it’s a mess down here. "

Yes, of course he must be prosecuted if he can be found. As a member of the general population I feel as though it’s possible that a jury wouldn’t convict him and could even find him not guilty. Then he is a free man.

Until his identity is known I shall call him Attaboy Goodman, and if a jury were to convene with me on it, I would be unlikely to take seriously any claim by the state that this vigilantism is somehow more destructive of public order than police murdering and robbing people while ignoring wage theft and corporate crimes.

Much of the work of getting evil done requires the banal work of clerks and cops and other complicit cogs in a machine that rewards them for their compliance in helping to maintain a facade that the system works and is legitimate.

For when I speak of the banality of evil, I do so only on the strictly factual level, pointing to a phenomenon which stared one in the face at the trial. Eichmann was not Iago and not Macbeth, and nothing would have been farther from his mind than to determine with Richard III ‘to prove a villain.’ Except for an extraordinary diligence in looking out for his personal advancement, he had no motives at all… He merely, to put the matter colloquially, never realized what he was doing… It was sheer thoughtlessness—something by no means identical with stupidity—that predisposed him to become one of the greatest criminals of that period. And if this is ‘banal’ and even funny, if with the best will in the world one cannot extract any diabolical or demonic profundity from Eichmann, this is still far from calling it commonplace… That such remoteness from reality and such thoughtlessness can wreak more havoc than all the evil instincts taken together which, perhaps, are inherent in man—that was, in fact, the lesson one could learn in Jerusalem.

One time I went to the restaurant DAMON BAEHREL. I was informed afterwards that it had a 10-year waiting list and only seated 100 people a month. Despite having regularly commuted between the Midwest and the East Coast, getting there felt like the longest road trip I’ve ever taken since I had to go with my mother-in-law and some of it is on a gravel road.

I had to Google DAMON BAEHREL to spell it and I’m not going to bother retyping it.

It was far and away the most pretentious, absurd, cartoonishly fancy experience I’ve ever had, and I’ve dressed up in antique ceremonial Moroccan robes for a banquet at the art museum in the city I grew up in. At the art museum I sat next to the mayor’s mother in a room of 200 people conversely, about 30 people total could fit into DAMON BAEHREL.

I thought the art museum banquet was fancy, but when I was little I thought Boston Market and IBC root beer were fancy.

DAMON BAEHREL was the kind of place that serves a dozen ‘courses’ but each one is like one cracker one sliver of cheese and one spritz of condiment with maybe a sliver of sausage made from some bespoke farm animal. He insisted that the water we were drinking was actually unreduced tree sap. Everything was served on various slabs of wood some with the bark still on it. The slabs were so much larger than the food It looked like putting a coin on a serving platter for each course.

I just felt embarrassed every time I looked at the Damon and his staff. They had clearly heard his bullshit so many times that it was hard for them to feign credulity anymore.

Anyway, that shit was way too fancy for me. Clearly it was just wasted on me.

“turn the volume to infinite” this right here is what he was talking about

Havin a baeg of baegs is just one of those things you do in the Midwest. Donchya know