I hope every member of every National Guard unit going to occupy another city is constantly approached by citizens telling them “you’re the bad guy. You know it, we know it. What are you going to do about it?”

There is an alarming lack of shitposting today. We need to fix this pronto

All furries can trace their lineage back to the Banana Splits.

Today is my first kid’s 31st birthday. Sonny is a miracle. He was born around 5 weeks premature, and his lungs weren’t fully developed. He was on a jet ventilator and was flown to Duke University to be placed on ECMO (extracorporeal membrane oxygenation) - a heart/lung machine.

Here’s the gist of what the doctor who met us at Duke told us: “When your son left Pitt Memorial (Greenville, NC), his doctors there gave him 50/50 odds. When the helicopter arrived here, we had a team ready: surgeon, respiratory therapist, you name it. We checked him. We checked him again. We checked him a third time. He was perfectly fine. There’s nothing wrong with him. We’ll keep him a few days to make sure we haven’t missed anything, then you can go home.”

31 years later, and he’s still doing his own thing and practically never doing the expected.

I think congressional hearings like the one with RFK Jr should all go something like this:

Senator: what the fuck is wrong with you?

RFK Jr: Excuse me, wha-

Senator: Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with your brain? Did you get kicked by a mule? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

-and it should keep going like that until the person being deposed either tells everyone what the fuck is wrong with them or quits in frustration. Maybe utilize bright lights and sections of hose filled with sand.

So
Happy
It’s
Thursday

#SoHappyItsThursday