The crowd that murdoch and limbaugh handed the orange parasite on a platter, does not care about pesky and boring little things like facts and figures. It is an irrational mob fed with bacteria-infested red meat for two decades. They can only be reached via the basest of impulses, ripe pickings only for the most ignorant and/or shameless of conmen. It doesn’t help society that the right-wing toxic propaganda machine operates at full blast 24 hours a day, seven days a week.

For a long time it was Huevos Rancheros, but that got nudged into the #2 spot when I discovered Eggs Benedict.

Here I am, as tuxedo Pooh:
Audiogalaxy and Soulseek

Shinzo Abe because of Fukushima and the Tohoku earthquake/tsunami event, I presume?

But what if I want neutrino flavors?
Do I have to go to another store?

Where’s that bottom image from? I can’t place it, but if I was a betting man I’d say that’s from the flash-forward in the finale of the penultimate season of LOST, when the doctor is back in the real world, popping pills and swigging Jack Daniels.

The stuffy Englishman scoffs at the French, while pinching his snuff.
An image as old as the Enlightenment itself.
“Oy, guv’nor! Taking the piss out the Frogs again, are we?”

Or the scene in American Beauty when he notices the swastika piece is the one missing.

In other words - everything she accused the “others” of being.
What was it that she called them, again? I can’t be bothered to look it up, let’s see if I can remember…

Empathists? Philanthropists? Something like that.

EDIT: altruists!

Or as all those batshit-crazy, tyrant-leaning, bible-thumping right wingers today might call it with a bloodthirsty smirk disguised as a smile - “tough love”.

“…but He loves you!” - George Carlin

It’s like a Jesuit allegedly said, can’t remember who or when, it might have been in a movie - “Give me a man for the first ten years of his life, you can have him for the rest, you’ll never break him”.

Well… if you put it that way… it does sound like a pretty creative yarn they weaved.

“…and I might be exaggerating a little bit when I tell my story… or maybe a lot, I can’t keep track of all my lies. Anyway… NO EMPATHY, that’s the point!”

Knee-jerk ignorant republican impulse after knee-jerk ignorant republican impulse, enabled and lubricated by the gullible and lazy non-voting bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe LoL idiots, you end up in a completely preventable hellhole.

What’s with the number buttons being available with no “OK” or “Enter” option?

On the one hand, it looks like there a mirror behind her, the clientele being reflected. But then that couple in diagonal from our point of view messes with that illusion, more so because the woman shown from behind is wearing the same dress, or at least similar cut but identical color, and hair.

The libs aren’t triggered because the libs aren’t batshit crazy idiotic. The libs see a light-hearted joking gesture and don’t make a mountain out of a molehill with it; the libs do not drown in a glass of water; the libs can walk and chew gum at the same time.

Living in Baja, I’m at least thankful for not having mormon craziness right next door.

Imagine northern Baja during Prohibition in the United States, jam-packed with bars catering to gringos looking to get plastered. That’s how Tijuana grew from a sleepy town to city virtually overnight back then. Many people still see Tijuana as a drinking-spree place, in reputation. Now imagine it was still that way, at that 1920s level of intensity.

Imagine polygamy as part of daily religion and politics in the area. With so much territory equaling political agency, Deseret might have openly maintained their backwater, backwards attitudes towards women to this day. It would have seeped into Mexico. It would be part of the conversation.

As it stands, we are buffered from those crazy mormon bastards by a series of layers with other types of crazy, and currently Baja could not have had better luck than with a neighbor like blue, progressive California.
Thank god we don’t have Texas or Arizona next door. Sorry about that, Sonora, Chihuahua, Coahuila, Tamaulipas. We got lucky there in Baja.

I’m afraid they might be a whole bunch of oldies but goodies:

2001: A Space Odyssey.
The Empire Strikes Back.
Miller’s Crossing (the third movie written and directed by the Coen brothers, from 1989).
A Bridge Too Far (from 1977, a sprawling, star-studded epic about the Allies and their costly, ill-advised and ultimately unsuccessful Operation Market-Garden in WWII).
A Bout De Soufflé. (Godard’s seminal French New Wave cannon blast).
From Russia With Love.
The Spy Who Loved Me.

Yipeee!