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Evil never truly dies. It only sleeps for a little while.

A lot of top physicists are critical of nuclear power. And they’re super critical of what happened at Chernobyl and Fukushima.

Violence is the foundational tool of government. The foundational measure of government is how well it avoids employing violence.

Often unconsidered is Oscar Wilde’s forgotten early play The Importance of Eating Breakfast.

Good morning, cruel world!

I have reached the base of the mountain of cultural momentum. There appears to be an abandoned coffee shop.

Only a fool brings a sword to a pen-fight.

Democracy is likely to be eaten by a grue.

I don’t think anyone really understands me. But in fairness, the strange men in the white coats are doing the best they can.

WWJD? JWRTFM.

Becoming gruntled, however, is evitable.

The whole world was consumed with shadow. They watched in terror as they casually sipped their lattés.

Someday you’ll all realise just how technically not-wrong I was!

Computer: Ten seconds to auto-destruct. Riker: Captain? Picard: Abort auto-destruct sequence. Computer: Riker, William T., do you concur? Riker: Yes! Absolutely. I do indeed concur wholeheartedly! Computer: Calling "Mom."

Editor-in-chief: What have you got on these masked vigilantes, Harrison? Harrison: I've got "They're Heroes on a Half-Shell," sir. Editor: Damnit, Harrison, I need more to go on. You're either the journalist I need you to be or you're fired. Harrison: ..."And They're Green?" Editor: Go with it.

Imagining that your conscious self controls almost any of you is like imagining that the chef controls the patrons of a restaurant. The “self” is a very small part of a much larger thing (including the rest of the brain) and must merely cope as best it can with the demands placed upon it.

Okay, hear me out:

Why yes, I do miss the hypothetical life of a Scottish academic that I just created for myself. I miss it very much.

Don’t feed your misanthropy too much; it’ll get bigger than you and you’ll get lonely.

After all the things I have half-assed, you’d think that I’d finally amount to a full ass. But no, this is the Zeno’s paradox of ass.

Me: Why is there a painting of a …space anus in your bathroom? Her: It’s actually literally a photo of someone’s asshole painted to look like space. Me: When the archaeologists find us, they will judge us without humour.

When people would talk about making the world “a better place for the children” I never thought to interpret it as an admission of guilt.

Taking umbrage is what happens to the receiving party when someone throws shade.

For anyone who has ever lamented that there were no more dragons left to slay; the time has come to sharpen your swords.

As a public service: there is no one worth your time that mistakes kindness for weakness.

Original thought is a frequently contested concept. Original humour is widely known not to exist.

Of all the things I’ve lost, I miss those who wander the most.

Encountered a dilapidated version of this in the wild and thought to myself, “this old lang sign should be forgot.”

Everything they said it would be sure hasn’t turned out to be everything they said it would be.

This whole situation is, respectfully, a lady horse of the evening.

Re: St. Anselm’s Ontological Proof of God: Don’t you find that things are often actually best in potentiality? Surely that’s also true of God.

If you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss will get quite uncomfortable and ask why you’re staring.

Athleisure, like shoulder pads or bell bottoms before it, will be the stylistic damnation of our generation.

I’ve been spending a lot of time lately being scammed by the raccoons of late capitalism.