Oh…oh god… I can’t unlearn this.

I lived in a small town on the New Madrid fault line in the middle of tornado alley most of my life and yep, we stocked up because we knew if a sizable enough earthquake hit the area, we were small enough to not get any attention for a long time while the nearby cities were recovering. There’s definitely point of wisdom for sticking back supplies for a few months, but stacking a cellar full of tactical mil spec fishing poles and the like is mental masturbation for delusional assholes with less sense than money.

…first of all because it’s Tennessee…

Just another example of self-opportunistic rumormongering at the expense of innocent people from that decrepit piece of orange shit.

I’m not religious, but maybe one day in the afterlife I’ll have the opportunity to see him in Hell and step on his neck.

Am doing right?

Well, that’s just like… my opinion too, man!

You leave Gordito out of this!

Jesus Christ!

Duly noted, and I appreciate your not relegating my opinion to snorting self-sourced methane expulsions.

The harder notion for me here is that I have been voting since Bush Sr. / Clinton. This toilet keeps spinning faster as we get closer to the drain.

Until recent years, I believed that voting was exercising my rights and fighting the good fight. Maybe I’m jaded, which I think is fair, but I do think, in light of the circus we’ve watched the the past 8 years, that we’ve entered a new arena where violence ultimately is where this is headed. Someone responded here that I have permission to be something other than sad. Unfortunately, I disagree. When the shots ring out in political rage, we’ve effectively lost our civility.

I will reconsider my decision to not vote, but the bitterness might win out.

You may well be correct on all counts.

A question was asked, and I answered honestly from my perspective.

Ok.

Unfettered capitalism has masterfully created a self-serve corporatocracy that filters money straight to the political parties who, in turn, pose puppet leaders in front of the masses to grant a semblance of choice. No good will come of this “Weekend at Bernie’s” farce of an election. Under current auspices, only more greed, lies, and violence are to follow.

Sorry, disenfranchisement and apoplexy are all that remain.

Yeah, WTF?!

Betty wHGHt?

bruh…

Having spent my early life as a hunter, I can only say that when I was in the woods alone, my imagination would turn to shit like this unprovoked. It took a long time and training to keep my brain from freaking me out.

Meth lab oompa loompa is the best new meme I’ve seen in a long, long while.

He will come in one of the pre-chosen forms. During the rectification of the Vuldrini, the traveler came as a large and moving Torg! Then, during the third reconciliation of the last of the McKetrick supplicants, they chose a new form for him: that of a giant Slur! Many Shuvs and Zuuls knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of the Slur that day, I can tell you!

Thank you!

I’m a pretty pragmatic at heart, so I feel silly sometimes when realizing that I used fictional characters for inspiration to build myself up. I don’t aspire to be the hero of anything, but do want to be someone that is worthy of respect.

It’s almost embarrassing to admit, but TNG was a factor for me in finding emotional maturity.

I was a happy, naive child that was lucky to get to 8 before everything sorta fell apart. Parents divorced, sexual abuse from within the extended family by different people, having to toughen up at school due to the emotional issues starting to crop up, abandoned by a parent because of their addiction, and even the social pressure during the satanic panic (this was obviously the 80’s).

Somehow, I did manage to keep some of the happy-go-lucky and naivete, but otherwise I had a rough time reigning in my temper and sometimes would break into tears from being overwhelmed (alone, obviously, because I had to be manly).

When I got into watching TNG, I really admired Picard as a character template, and worked on some of my own self perceived character flaws, and why I acted the way I did. Essentially, looking for the causes and not the symptoms. It was the start of a growth that continues still. His morality and introspection as an archetype gave me hope.

A therapist surely would’ve been a better way to go about it, but those weren’t really much of an option for us back then.