I cut my hair in preparation for what is to come.

I haven’t cut my hair in at least 15 years, and never before in preparation for anything.

We’re all pretty much just waiting for them to kidnap the wrong (or, sadly right) person… and then a charismatic and unpolitically aligned person to step up and lead the rest of us forward against this nonsense.

It gets pretty crazy when it comes to storage.

A very profitable product in any format. Humans like collecting stuff.

The less you have, the less you are burdened by.

This concept also applies to nefarious or predatory activities in the name of big daddy dollar or count currency.

Once dead internet finishes manifesting, it’ll be simply bots shilling & scamming themselves. The data centers will cease to feed the greedy pigs and will be left for the rats. However, the product will have no time to rejoice for we will already have become addicted to the next big thing.

“Thugs” isn’t the right word.

Terrorists. Fascistic Lackeys. Brutalizers.

I have plenty of synonymous for these faceless fuckfaced assholes.

Exactly. My friend brought it over for me to put together (not an excuse).

Next time I will yell at him about buying wasteful products. A conclusion I came to on my own and goes over well when lectured to friends bearing gifts.

I’m sure they both own plenty of baby oil. Too bad we are the ones getting dry-fucked.

Actually, my friend bought it.

There’s a kind of person that thrives in the parking lots of Walmarts and stripmalls in shitberg towns, and they thrive on social media, too.

Well put. I’m old school Tripod days (if anyone remembers what that was). I’ve seen social media go from “A/S/L?” to “like & subscribe” and everything in between. It was never that clean, and the lot lizards were always lurking.