Steve Bannon looks like if a pile of laundry from a cheap Vegas motel soaked in piss, liquor, and gas station meth wished that it would become a real boy.

Smith: Things have changed. The market’s tough. I’m sure you can understand why our beloved parent company, Warner Brothers, has decided to make a sequel to the trilogy.

Neo: What?

Smith: They informed me they’re gonna to do it with or without us.

Neo: I thought they couldn’t do that?

Smith: Oh, they can, and they made it clear they would kill our contract if we didn’t cooperate.

Everything you need to know about the movie. I strongly suspect that Lana Wachowski deliberately made the movie as dogshit as she could plausibly get away with so as to properly kill the franchise once and for all, or at least until she’s dead and someone else can try to pick up the pieces and reboot the whole thing in a few decades.

A. The Princess Bride. More likely a spinoff with Inigo becoming the dead pirate Roberts

Counterpoint:

Yeah, assuming that a yard is meant to approximate the stride of an adult human, who’s the Goliath-sized motherfucker with the 5’ 3" stride who took a thousand steps and called that a mile?

Edit: Okay, I checked.

The furlong (meaning furrow length) was the distance a team of oxen could plough without resting. This was standardised to be exactly 40 rods or 10 chains.

An English mile is defined as 8 furlongs, 8 presumably being chosen because it divides by 2 and 4. What a cockamamie system of measurement.

Edit Again: Okay, I checked again.

The modern English word mile derives from Middle English myle and Old English mīl, which was cognate with all other Germanic terms for miles. These derived from the nominal ellipsis form of mīlle passus ‘mile’ or mīlia passuum ‘miles’, the Roman mile of one thousand paces.

A pace is a unit of length consisting either of one normal walking step, or of a double step, returning to the same foot.

This is all still very silly.

This is a distressingly realistic take. The vast majority of human beings don’t want to be the one to start a fight, and the psychopath class that exists at all levels have used this generally agreeable human trait to leverage “I’m not touching you!” into fascist takeover because nobody wants to be the one to throw the first punch.

How paraphrased are we talking, here? Because I’m pretty sure laws like “Don’t murder” and “Don’t rape” and the ability to punish people who break those laws aren’t just an expression of one socio-economic ethnic group maintaining violent occupation over another.

Betteridge’s law of headlines is an adage that states: “Any headline that ends in a question mark can be answered by the word no.”

God bless Limited Run Games and their bizarre, seemingly-nonsensical business model. They made a physical release of Doom with a deluxe edition where the box the game came in could play Doom. They’re modern-day Willie Wonkas.

There was a Star Trek novel where a Horta joined the crew. Not sure if it was the first non-humanoid member of Starfleet, but it was a petty great addition to the plot.

Starfleet HR

There was a young lady from Venus

Equipped with the world’s largest penis

She met a Nausicaan

Who was hung like a hoss’ican

And said “Let’s play Dom-jot between us!”

We need never be afraid of the vote of informed Americans. It is only the ignorant voter we have to fear, ignorant politically, no matter how fine his house or how expensive his schooling. Such people have never experienced democracy; they have merely enjoyed its benefits. It is hard to explain what democracy is; it is necessary to participate in it to understand it.

The former Berlin businessman I referred to earlier told me that he blamed his own group, people with the time and the money and the opportunity to know better, for what happened to Germany. “We ignored Hitler,” he said. “We considered him an unimportant fellow, not quite a gentleman, not of our own class. We considered it just a little bit vulgar to bother with him, to bother with politics at all.”

They thought of the government as “They.” The only possible route to a clear conscience in politics is to accept political responsibility, either as an active member of the party in power or as an equally active member of the loyal opposition.

–Robert A Heinlein, Take Back Your Government

Every day brings us closer to All-Despising Baby Skull.

Between the ecological, sociological, ecosystemic, and political dangers, I am quite literally dumbfounded whenever I hear that someone is willingly moving to Florida.

We need a constitutional amendment forbidding members of one’s immediate family from running for office above a certain level. Spouses, children, and siblings are all right out. Exactly where the cutoff is is open to discussion, but presidents and members of congress should be forbidden from trading on their family name for elected office.

I understand that this looks like a pretty good setup for a Final Destination movie.