I even felt the wind from that one.

It should also be a strong strong signal to stop listening to the apes that are hoarding all the bananas, and instead, eat that banana-hoarding abhorrence.

They’re both idiots.

So, a Splinternet?

Yep. This cluster fuck all but guaranteed our political dick-pendulum will swing right very shortly.

Give that bowling pin legs and flamboyance.

Former Albertan here. One of the big reasons I bought and EV was specifically to extend a clear middle finger that shithole wanna-be Mini-MAGA government. Alberta as a place is great, as a people, eh… needs a bit of work, but as a legislative assembly, it’s essential Mordor with coal-rolling orcs.

Fuck 'em.

What a waste of atoms that ‘thing’ is. May it suffer greatly before they are permanently rearranged into a nonliving format. May the universe learn from it’s mistake.

The richest, most inept, out-of-touch, needs to be put in his fucking place douche.

Weird how right wing content and popularity has an inverse square power law. Sooooo weird.

Something something lie down with dogs get, up with fleas something something.

I don’t give af about your approval.

I’m not here to offer you any approval even if you were seeking validation. In here to loudly, clearly repudiate you.

You are shortsighted and deluded and it’s important to call. that. shit. out.

Don’t care what you do, you’re a lost fucking cause. It’s anyone else who might see your nonsense get pushback and have a few more critical thinking skills and a memory longer than a fruit fly.

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Yummy yummy boot leather. You love it. Now kissy kissy for your new god king!

Is this an election for ants?!

Trump thanks you for your vote, and I hope that you are among the first groups they round up.

Derelicte!

That happened in the 80’s.

This is the part where you find out.

Yep. Unfortunately, the US is currently doing a Cecil Kelly and the right is a vat of plutonium slurry just shy of a criticality.

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn Would scarcely know that we were gone.