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Oft bestrideth a corpulent, misbegotten pachyderm—doleful specter of an age long past—holding forth upon the manifold follies of men, and the sly, chuckle-headed machinations of a certain stable genius.
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So that’s the rub, eh? #SCOTUS, with all the ceremony of a mouse fart in a mausoleum, hath quietly garroted our democratic republic—no fanfare, just a gavel tap and the soft thud of liberty hitting the floor.

Supreme Court Rules 6-3 To Open Evil Tomb Of Batibat

Hark! @thebulwark.com at last turneth its gaze to that accursed blight: high-beam harrowers of the night, those ocular scourges that sear the retinas of honest yokels and make every cowpath a blinding trial by fire.

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Wait... is this the best meme ever made?

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Ah yes, just as I “invested” in a plate of nachos last night—paid, consumed, and gone by morning—so too doth our wise overlords call it “investment” when Nippon Steel buys US Steel. A bold strategy: sell the cow, call the butcher a partner.

Ah, indeed! Naught delights me more than when Blackadder doth excoriate that sesquipedalian blatherskite Dr. Johnson, reducing his pomposity to a puddle of floccinaucinihilipilificatory sputterings.

Short as a nun’s curse and twice as sharp:

In @nytopinion.nytimes.com Three Yale professors who have written extensively on authoritarianism are leaving the U.S. “We’re like people on the Titanic saying our ship can’t sink,” Marci Shore said. “And what you know as a historian is that there is no such thing as a ship that can’t sink.”

This is unutterably appalling…

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This tale be the blackest of horrors—grimmer than banshees, fouler than fiends—fit to make even the Devil clutch his rosary and sleep with a night-light.

What is happening in Gaza will be a permanent stain on the world's collective conscience. History will never forget how our government was complicit in enabling and sustaining this ongoing humanitarian disaster. We must end funding for the Netanyahu war machine.

What maketh Bluesky a tonic, midst the deluge of dung and demagoguery, is this: now and then, a bright firmament, a tranquil glade, or a beastie most adorable doth peep through—like a daisy in a midden. Heigh-ho, how sweet!

Eighty years ago, enemies laid down their arms. Since then, we, Europeans, have built something extraordinary: a Union of peace, democracy, and solidarity. An anchor of stability. Our Union was born as a peace project, and it remains one today.

Aye, ‘tis a draught for the soul, rich and deep as the first fire ‘midst the caves! That closing melody—like honey dripped on thunder—stirs the bones and makes the blood dance! A finer balm for the spirit hath not been brewed since Orpheus strummed his lyre!

Imagine the news, shorn of of the word “deal”—a barren scroll where pundits flail; world less greasy, perchance, but no less mad.