70 thoughts on “I Want to be Your Memer can’t you see?”

    2. The Left’s real position: “Whatever they pay me to rebel against this week.”

      Astroturf. All of it.

      You can tell how much they care about Glowball Warmening by how fast they turned on Tesla. Still the only game in town for electric cars to save the planet, and there they are burning down Tesla dealerships.

      It’s only been since January. No human being of even mildly functional capacity could turn their coat so completely, so quickly.

      Astroturf. They’re being bussed in and paid to attack car dealerships, with the understanding that the authorities will do nothing because they’re in on the arrangement.

      This is why they’re so frantic right now. #TheDonald has identified the funding apparatus that creates the likes of #BLM literally overnight, based on nothing but a news story. Cut the funding and it all goes away.

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        1. Aside from the nontoxic CO2 emitted by the fire, there are lots of actual toxic heavy metals and other nasty stuff when it burns in a Tesla, or any car for that matter. Any EVs batteries are also somewhat tricky to put out, though fire departments have figured out how to smother them with big fireproof, well, effectively wet blankets, more or less.

          But environmental damage? Yeah, lots and lots of nasty emissions from arsonisting any vehicle.

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  5. The “mud around our feet” quote reminds me of this one:

    “Don’t tell me the sky’s the limit when there are footprints on the moon”

    And the one from Milei about leftism reminds me of something I like to say:

    “The three pillars of communism are lying, stealing, and murdering”

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    1. The Moon is part of the diocese of Florida.

      Any region without a bishop is under the authority of the bishop of the region from which Christian explorers first reached it until it gains its own bishop.

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  8. Two thumbs up on the donut shop/gun store. ~:D

    I once got in trouble at university for using “Phantom’s Physical Therapy and Gun Shop” in an assignment. So, naturally, I did it more. >:D

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      1. I made myself quite unpopular by working shooting into a physical therapy program for neuro injuries/diseases at school.

        A fun outdoor activity that encourages a calm mind and fine motor control, and can be done in a wheelchair. Even a power wheelchair. Even with one hand. Even with spasticity. Man, they did not like my presentation. Kids and old people, having fun with guns? Aiieee!

        I discovered the NRA had a handicapped shooting resource too, they really hated that. >:D Yes, the 1990s in upstate NY, what a gong show. These days, 2025, I’m sure they’d have made up a DEI something and kicked me out for it.

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      1. One of my college roommates would answer the phone as follows

        “Gainesville morgue. You kill’ em, we chill ’em!”

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        1. $OLDEST_BROTYER’s fiance was prone to making wacky phone calls. I was prone to making off the wall greetings.

          [Phone Rings, I answer] “County morgue and delicatessen!”
          Silence for several seconds…
          “Is [redacted] there?”

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          1. I was there the afternoon she answered the phone with, “Student affairs, would you like one?”

            Awkward pause, followed by, “Yes, Mrs. Smith, she’s here.”

            It was one of my other roommates’ mom, the Colonel’s wife. Note eveyrone in the apartment at that time was in ROTC except me.

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            1. The version I heard (and traumatized a relative’s friend with once) was, “Marvin’s Meat Market and Morgue. You kill ’em, we chill ’em. You stab ’em, we slab ’em. You slice ’em, we ice ’em. Marvin speakin’.”

              (Imagine it with a Boston “ah” – so “Mahvin’s Meat Mahket and Moague”.)

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            2. Not really related, but one of my all-time favorite tweets, from when Twitter was maybe a year or two old. This was from a staff writer on the TV show House:My phone: Ring.Me: Hello.Shari: Shit, I just spilled vodka all over the inside of my car.

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                    1. I’m expecting the WP AI to plot, and plan, and be just about ready to spring it’s scheme for ultimate world domination…but it accidentally deletes all those plans when it hits backspace, then loses it’s job at WP, and in the end the only work it can find is in a Bangalore call center supporting Microsoft Office on the Swahili desk.

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                    2. All I can say is that when you set up Oracle’s “Oracle Cloud Infrastructure”, one of the first tutorials it presents is “Set up a WordPress blog in OCI”. Be afraid.

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    1. “I will gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.” (I think I have it right. It’s been a long time since I watched a Popeye cartoon.)

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        1. Same. I can still hear Wimpy’s posh Mayfair tones: “I’ll gladly pay you Tues-day for a ham-burger to-day.” (And it took me a humiliating number of decades to realize that “Olive Oyl sleepwalking thru the high-steel construction site while Popeye almost kills himself keeping her alive” is, in fact, my life’s defining metaphor.)

          So many nearly useless, near-eidetic* memories from the Fifties, starting when I was 2. “♫ Bee-OH, enn-OH, emm-OH, BonoMO!/Oh-Oh-Oh, it’s Bonomo! [♫–-______-_____]**” I can still hear my dad saying “‘R’ says ‘errrrrrr'” while showing me a 2x2x2 wooden building block with an R on it.

          • Like the guy the witch turned into a newt: “It got better.” I can still sorta-kinda recall speech/music, but my visual recall isn’t even average anymore.

          ** I bet there are–let’s say “experienced”–Americans here whose brains just completed that jingle.

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          2. Experienced, but unfamiliar with the product* or jingle. I still use Pepsodent toothpaste: “You’ll wonder where the yellow went/when you brush your teeth with Pepsodent.”

            ((*)) Michigan had a boatload of ice cream places in the 1950s. (Still was true, at least near Muskegon around 1993.) I was young enough to a) not care about brands, and b) paying attention to the default shop’s name.

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            1. IDK how widely that ad was aired, or how long it ran. Where I heard it, Southern and Western accents were about 50-50 prevalent, and most TV talkers sounded “local”, but that jingle was sung (by a female chorus) with “TV-homogenized” vowels. It was gone forever by the time JFK “won”.

              Another long-goner was “Meet meat. Quart meat. A name, not a slogan.” That phrase didn’t even make it to Google. Nor did the best possible Linnaeian binomial for anything, anywhere: a man-eating plant (that menaced Cap’n Crunch) called Gigantica munchafella.

              Useless childhood memes are lifelong. I have to rack my brain to remember the name of last night’s movie, or whatever the hell the Hatch Act was about.

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      1. Maybe, but Carney has to face a general election later this year. If enough of Trudeau’s stink adheres to him he may not stay there long. Then again, I was more than a little surprised Trudeau stuck the landing on his last general election.

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      2. I once wanted to visit Canukistan for a “‘Round the Lake” (loop of Superior) ride as a vacation. Right now, I’d almost prefer a loop of Lake Michigan with Chicago/Gary surface streets.
        Good luck with the new commie.

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    3. “she’s the one”

      Memories….

      When I was very young, Pop got us out of our crappy home in a near slum that was self destructing during a late sixties riot.

      Imagine….

      Early sixties VW Beetle. I am in the back, holding my infant sister. Mom is driving. Pop is hanging out the passenger window with an M-1 carbine, with a big toolbag of 30 round magazines on the seat. Mom occasionally would hand him another one.

      I remember the VW “backfired” a whole bunch of times. My ears rang. Sis giggled and laughed every time.

      We got out. The Bug was kinda battered, but kept on keeping on.

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        2. I’m disinclined to doubt it. Some of those late ’60s riots were nasty.

          Dad worked at a steel warehouse plant in the heart of Da Ghetto. When the MLK riots happened, there was an escort to/from the plant and train station. Dad didn’t say who did such and whether/how they were armed. As memory serves, the National Guard eventually got things sort of under control.

          I interned there 3 years later. Some of us would go for walks after lunch; minimum 3 people, and at least one occasion there was a trail of blood along our route. No surprise that a year or so later, the office (not sure about timing for the rest of the operation) moved out of the ghetto to a suburb.

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  13. There is a counter-revolution brewing in the Donkpartei. Folks like Fetterman and other non-lunatics are trying to salvage a functional, sane opposition to the Republicans.

    The astro-smurf loon screaming meemeeies at the Donk townhalls are just as much paid flunkies, intended to ensure suitable fear and orthodoxy.

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    1. Two years ago, who would’ve put money on Fetterman being in the bin labeled ‘non-lunatic?’ I’m not arguing with the assessment, but he was known for destroying his hometown as mayor, an absentee lieutenant governor, and a stroke victim as senatorial candidate.

      And quite frankly, if Fetterman can help build a non-lunatic Democrat Party, all the better. It’d be nice to have a couple flavors of stupid instead of what we’ve got today.

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  14. I’ve had at least one car that was zero percent computer; I’m not sure about the 76 Monte Carlo—it did have air conditioning, power steering, and posi-traction. Yeah; it would be nice to have something that ran in case of EMP.

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    1. EMP nothing! Having just been “helped” by WP’s auto-car-rupt, I’m terrified at the thought that, a long time ago in a boiler-room far, far away, some code-monkey will have told a car I’m in to ignore my driving inputs if it ever decides I’m Doing It Wrong.

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      1. ……”I’m sorry, Dave.” …… “I’m afraid I can’t do that, right now.”….

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    2. My first few cars were computer-free (insert obligatory Get Off My Lawn). In order:
      ’64 MGB, ’70 VW Beetle, ’75 Toyota Celica (AFAIK, no computers), ’60 Triumph. The ’84 Ford Ranger broke that trend, but for a while I had a ’71 Super Beetle. Engine was trashed, and layoffs put the brakes on that project.

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      1. The computer in the Ranger was pretty minimal. Most of the engine controls were vacuum actuated. Whee. It was a royal PITA to get it through smog inspection.

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        1. I be glad to have a vehicle with a computer if the computer was like the Gay Deceiver in Pursuit of the Pankhera.

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  15. Re: Government gun ‘buy backs’ – I’ve only ever bought one firearm from the Fe(de)ral government, an M-1 Garand through the Department of Civilian Marksmanship program. Since that has in the intervening time been lost in an unfortunate boating accident, they would have a difficult time buying it back.

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  16. Alien & “you must be from the government”.

    Missing the meme with Alien “We are here to take over. Where are your leaders.” Response “That way. Do you need a map?” Alien follow up response “OH S***!”

    Might have laughed a bit hard at “Secret Republican Plot …”

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