Driving through the Amish country out around Deer Lodge on the Plateau the other day and saw a buggy under a carport with a bass boat next to it. I just imagined them hooking a horse up to the hitch on the boat trailer and hauling it to the lake.

I'm reminded of another one of their conventions; the way they use the word "community" to refer to any group that isn't straight and white.

Indians are biological bots.

I scored 10% on the Burnham Liberal Test (1964) — "Reactionary." 39 questions from Suicide of the West. Take it yourself: burnham.millermanschool.com

youtu.be/w_HA5Czhtx4?si=CES1… Everytime I have an argument with the foid I tend to go back to the girl rock I listened to when I was a sensitive young man. It's probably counterproductive but I keep coming back to it.

Hey @grok: based on my tweets, I am: - Which dictator? - Which politician? - Which religious figure? - Which historical figure? - Which artist? - Which ideology? - Which political party? (US) - Which philosopher?

RT @bog_beef: North Carolina is the most beautiful place in the world to kill people.

I thought everyone had a dope fascism coat, here's mine. I'd like to see other people's dope coats. Mine is Swiss military, used to have plastic buttons with Swiss crosses on them but they started to fall apart so I replaced them with metal ones. $25 at Amvets 15 years ago.

What would our founding fathers think?

"If you meet a libertarian, punch him. He'll know why"-@TheRealZBlog RIP

All of these Napoleon's look like @jollyheretic.

All of our best instincts get weaponized against us because we can't get it out our heads that we don't live in the world we once did. Imagine this scenario playing out where they are helping clear the stands at a little hometown field where everyone on the team is from that town. Maybe the Dad has an older son who is on the team. In that situation this is undeniable pro social behavior. But global capital has jumped 5 steps ahead while they are still sitting still so it looks pathetic.

Looking forward to telling my daughter the story of how Good ole Chucky Jack saved Bonny Kate from a savage attack when we visit their graves tomorrow. We really should lean into our mythology more. So many states have their own equivalent of an Arthur or Roland and we just ignore it. Sevier is the father of my state and should be viewed the way the Romans viewed Aeneas.

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So it's just the real world version of gagh. I'd try it.

"If you meet a libertarian, punch him. He'll know why." - Zman

She reminds me of Tina, someone I worked with at Burger King in the early '00s. There was always one on every shift, a hardened older lady. I wondered how Tina could drive her rusted out Toyota Tercel through the snow to clock in and eat shit for eight hours, day in and day out, in her 50s. Just the physical toll of being on your feet all day, to say nothing of the psychic drain of knowing that this was it until the day she croaked, counting the minutes till her next smoke break. Tina was tough, leathery, inside and out. Divorced twice. She poked at my teenage softness. Once she did her hair up in pigtails, and knelt in front of me and made a joke about "handles," to make me blush in front of the crew. This woman, old as my mom. She made the requisite "college boy" jokes about me being a brainiac too smart for my own good, who lacked the common sense to do simple tasks properly. I took my lumps, knowing that she'd go home that night to her leaky trailer, and I to my dorm. I'd be on to bigger things soon, and she'd still be at Burger King because she'd "fucked up her life," -- her words. Every society has produced impulsive and irresponsible losers who never manage to get it together. But it wasn't all Tina's fault. Deindustrialization had already hollowed out her community, the mills and factories closed decades before, and that's why Tina was stuck working at Burger King with a bunch of teenagers instead of a production line, making four or five times as much money. It's why she'll never have savings, or decent health insurance, or retirement. I think the one thing that made Tina's suffering bearable was seeing all the regulars. At open, the deer hunters, then the old-timers coming in for 35-cent coffee. The drive-thru moms, the workmen and farmhands at lunch, the after-school teenagers. It was her town, and she knew them all. At the sight of some old high school acquaintance, her face would brighten up and her beauty would shine forth. "Well look who it is!" I can't imagine how much more soul-sucking that job would've been if she'd had to spend her day serving not people she knew and loved, but newly arrived foreigners with obvious contempt for her, refusing to learn her language, seeing her as a stupid rube to be scammed, and her community -- built by all those hunters, farmhands, workmen, and moms -- as a glittering pile of money just sitting there waiting to be plundered by someone clever enough to take it. I don't know how she would have managed if she was looking down the barrel of the next few decades in service to Restaurant Brands International, headquartered in Toronto, Canada, a faceless corporation who'd cut her loose the moment she got cancer or had a bad car wreck, or if her body just gave out from old age, AND to an alien community, openly hostile to her and the one thing in her life that brought her joy. I think that might've pushed Tina over the edge.

The existence of a marketplace implies there are places that are not part of the market.

According to YouTube Music, Warren was my most listened to artist of the year.