Sweet Blood of Jesus, Pope, get lost w/ your breeding bullshit. A person unconsumed by greed wonders how one could believe that w/o only two, three billion sacks o' undifferentiated tissue wandering the earth "civilization" will come to an end; the belief is in two boss-frightening words: "Labor shortage". If the bosses had to pay living wages civilization as they know & prefer it would be at an end. Keep giving the man everything he needs, including your first-born, proletarian sheep.
Cretinous is indeed too good a word for these inane drones. I hope their grand-children eat them after all the animals, fish, birds & plants have been eaten. Humanoids vs. insects in the ultimate battle for survival!!
An entire generation cast adrift on an ice floe. They're murdering us, but we aren't allowed to think of killing them in self-defense. You will all deserve whatever you get (or don't get).
Weighed in at a solid (I am neither liquid nor gaseous ... well, perhaps a bit gassy, & we are, in fact rather than inane rambling, walking bags o' water.) 212 lbs. (96.16 kilos) on the croaker's scale in early March; before leaving Sodom & Glendora today I clocked in at 84 kilos (185.188 U.S. lbs.) per the bed scale. No idea which is more accurate, but I wasn't encumbered w/ many threads while in the bed. That's 27 lbs. (12.247 kg) (I hope I'll never see again) that I lost having my behavior "modified" for recycling reusing stealing copying Eddie Murphy's paper. Does every cloud have a silver lining?
Not angry, but quite disappointed in each & every one of you eight billion bastards. (That's a lot of bastards.)
Once this piece of shit hits 18 (3 May 2025) it's history. Get out there & support yourself, you lazy ingrate!! 18 yrs. & this is what I get? Really?
Speaking of dates, one might expect even the literal-minded to have noted the effing date on this item, to wit: 1 APRIL 2025.
Suspicion two here seems correct, as the upstairs neighbors (scummy litterbugs that they may be) obviously weren't responsible for my recent absence. And since 27 Feb. they'd done nothing to make me suspect them. So if the anonymous squealer hadn't squealed I wouldn't have typed a damn word about them on April Fools day & then had a poor reaction to the police knocking on my door.
There is also Trump’s apparent fascination with President William McKinley, who held office from 1897 to 1901, at a time when high tariffs concentrated wealth in the hands of industrialists while workers and farmers, as well as their families, faced injury, hunger, and homelessness from dangerous working conditions, low wages and commodity prices, and seasonal factory closings.
Trump has frequently claimed those years were the nation’s wealthiest, and today he helped to explain his focus on that era when he referred to the 1913 Revenue Act, a law that has angered the right wing for decades. That act began the process of replacing the high tariffs of the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries with an income tax, thus shifting the burden of funding the treasury from ordinary Americans through tariffs to wealthier Americans through the income tax. At least some of Trump’s tariff plans seem tied to his enthusiasm for tax cuts on wealthy individuals and corporations.
But in trying to reestablish the financial patterns of the late nineteenth century—patterns that led to profound economic instability in the U.S., including economic crashes—Trump is undermining the system of global trade that has fostered international cooperation since World War II. CNN global economic analyst Rana Foroohar told CNN’s John Vause: “This is Trump saying … I am going to overturn globalization as we’ve known it.” She added: “I’m hoping it doesn’t push the U.S. and the world into recession.”
I hope it's the Final Depression, that it kills billions & leaves the survivors wishing they, too, were among the dead.
The secret message today is hate, pain, rage & anxiety, you lying rat bastards. Also depression & general numbness. How do people live in this world, surrounded by horrifying pseudo-human flesh robots? Not to mention the metal & electronic robots.
Fuck you, slumlords. You're dead, every last one of you.Might as well kill the upstairs neighbors while I'm on my spree, & why stop before everyone else on the planet is rotting meat? Is there any point to your continued existence? Any reason whatsoever? Not in this reporter's book.