This man makes me so fuckin’ angry.

“Ah I see you’re a fan of Jack Kirby’s comic work? You should read the Epic of Gilgamesh, it’s the maximum-turbo-chungus,”

Except that makes MORE SENSE, because YOU CAN DRAW A LINE from the Epic of Gilgamesh to Jack Kirby, and “1870 to 1930” ISN’T A THING!

This also isn’t the point, but responding to a post about literature from 1870 to 1930 with “read the Iliad,” a poem from the 8th Century B-FUCKING-C.

My guy I know you’re bad at math, your rockets keep exploding, but 2500 years is more than a rounding error, it’s “most of history.”

I live in Harrisburg. I talk to a A LOT of Harrisburg residents and political organizers. I’ve never met anyone who likes Shapiro or thinks of him as anything more than “fine.”

If you really wanna fuck with em, start saying other numbers in the same cadence as they say 6-7. They get MAD mad.

Can I go to the bathroom?

Can I go get water?

Can I have a pencil?

Can I go to the office?

Can I go to the nurse?

Can I go to the bathroom?

Fuck he’s still alive? Didn’t he have cancer? Go spend time with your loved ones dude, because they might mourn you when you’re gone.

Get his ass!

Ride that high that sounds dope

Must be a seminal influence

Skeet shooting takes on a different meaning, huh.

Spaghetti seems like it would lack the aerodynamic properties necessary for a good throw, but I think a breadstick to the eye could fuck someone up.

I love classes and playbooks n’at that look at the systems of the game and go “nah, what if I did the opposite.”

Fuck now I want salt and vinegar chips.

I’ll admit I’m a little skeptical of any invitations INTO the tent, but that’s also because I’m actively reading a book about the time Spanish Anarchists trusted the more moderate left and got COMPLETELY fucked over during the Spanish Civil War, so I’m not necessarily coming at it clearly.

They need a big tent as long as that tent doesn’t include anyone yucky, like gay people, or trans people, or people of color, or… well, anyone who might have Opinions.

Always join the winning team, that’s all I’m saying.

Joining the war on drugs…

On the side of drugs.

I recognize these and I don’t fuckin’ like it.

The most horrifying words a Holocaust and Genocide Studies historian can say are “hey, that seems familiar.”