The Gambler's Greatest Bluff.
Kenny Rogers Roasted
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Self on the Shelf
As the world is seemingly sucked into the black-hole-vacuum of despair around us, we are faced with a new self-punishment.
Cart Wheel in the Produce Section
Suffering the indignities of grocery shopping.
Despite All The Rage
We destroy the world that created us while the world we created destroys us. We have an anti-mutualistic relationship with reality.
Hate-Track Tapes
Seems appropriate to reblog this one this week. These obsolete ignorances need to go the way of the Dodo to allow for compassion, empathy, and enlightenment to battle that which allows bigotry to trudge along through existence. Traditional ignorance right along with progressive hypocrisy be damned.
Did you know that cassette tapes came out before 8-track tapes? I feel like that’s what’s happening with racism, homophobia, and sexism today. Like, everyone knows there’s a better way, but there are still a bunch assholes cruising around in old, beat-up, rusted-out, shitty Trans Ams, and they’re jamming matchbooks into the deck, so their REO Speedwagon cartridge stops playing Keep On Lovin’ You and Can’t Fight This Feelin’ at the same time. Over the incoherent, distorted music, they openly shout about how they refuse to be forced to use cassette tapes because “Freedom” or some shit, like they think cassette tapes are the Antichrist or something. Meanwhile, it’s 2020, some of us don’t even know what the hell an 8-Track is, or a cassette tape, for that matter, and, by some stroke of absurdly shitty luck, we still have to watch these ignorant dicks obnoxiously swerve down the road…
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