What’s that in your pants? A potatoe? Oh so a dick tator.

Looking at this makes me think of all the security risks. Which come to think might be the point. Sadness really.

O.K. call me super nieve but and I mean a HUGE BUT, what if it became an actual working democracy? I know it sounds absolutely coo coo insane-o-style but a democracy with rules for the almost but not quite equal capitalism we once had. A regulated capitalism that doesn’t squash indevidual , independent voice. Or smother it with Hush money.

FREE DUMB!!

Ragebait. Trying to explain how a candle works to an ant.

He is a putrid, lice-ridden tuft of anal pubic hair that’s been transplanted atop a grimy, tattered Egyptian mummy, that’s oft mistaken for a dried-up 6 foot tall, spray-tan colored toilet brush.