The democrat voter has now become the host for a new vile unruly pus-filled foulmouthed infection with increasingly violent tendencies. Congratulations.

The democrat voter has now become the host for a new vile unruly pus-filled foulmouthed infection with increasingly violent tendencies. Congratulations.

The governor of Massachusetts claims that Trump is "Weaponizing the DOJ" like we've never seen before.
— Media Lies (@MediasLies) April 19, 2025
Yes, she actually said that.
Did she live under a rock for the last decade? pic.twitter.com/5K7Jjjl3Vl
"The maximum weight of the United States Postal Service's small flat-rate box is 70 pounds. Paul Sherman noticed that given that the box is only 75 cubic inches, " it is physically impossible to exceed the 70-pound domestic weight limit for a small flat rate box," even if you filled it with the heaviest element known to man."
"Sam Krogstad, a construction supplier in Anchorage, sent the individually addressed blocks (postage: $4.33 each) and bags ($4.27) about 700 miles north to Wainwright, where they were to be used to build a small harbor on the Arctic Ocean. Krogstad’s bill for stamps was about $45,000, less than what other shippers would charge. The Postal Service was not pleased about the shipment, which cost about $180,000 to deliver by truck and plane. But the agency could find nothing illegal about Krogstad’s parcels, which weigh a few pounds less than the 70 lb. maximum for regular mail."
Where were all the democrats when American citizens were falsely detained and jailed in various countries around the world. Yeah, the same ones who have wet their pants over a jailed El Salvadorian gang member who disrespected our country and laws.
— Diogenes Sarcastica (@KonanBarBarron) April 16, 2025
"Whatever else you think is happening in our world, contraction is the reality-based order-of-the-day, and everything else is downstream of that. The world has to get by with less. Nothing is going to fix this for everybody, though any number of schemes for redistributing what’s left will preoccupy the political mojo.
Right now, it’s tariffs, which are an attempt to restore industry ceded to the formerly left-behind people elsewhere in the world — taking back what we used to do. You are correct to wonder if this is even possible. The wish is surely understandable, if a bit fuzzy and over-simplified: to be again a nation of people occupied purposefully in the service of a bright future. Redemption stories are deeply appealing.
Many of us are aware that the hour for this is late. We’ve already lived through our decades of pumping cheap oil out of American ground, extracting the ores, fashioning the metal into I-beams and rails, raising the skyscrapers, laying the asphalt ribbons of highway, and strewing the landscape with split-level houses and strip-malls. Let’s not try a re-run of that.
What have we got to work with? An overly-complex matrix of systems and subsidiary systems operating on the verge of failure at excessive scale. For example, our cities and their asteroid belts of suburbs. The rot is already well-advanced in many of them from their centers outward, and we can see the process underway of strip-mining the remaining assets on-the-ground. Detroit, Cleveland, Baltimore. . . all occupy important geographically strategic sites. All are populated by dwindling societies of the cope-less, floundering their way out of existence. The geographies will abide without them. Others will come along and make something of these places’ virtues.
Agri-business is a method for strip-mining the value from what remains of our fruited plains. Everything about it is on an arc of failure, mortgaged to a futureless giantism. It seemed like a good idea at the time, and now that time has passed. The remaining soil itself can probably be rescued with heroic ant-like peasant labor over generations, which is to say a long and rather desperate project with no quick resolution. Even if Robert F. Kennedy, Jr., hadn’t come along to read America the riot act on food, anyone can see that the age of Froot Loops is drawing to a close.
Town and country, what human society at its best was composed of, has got to be rearranged. This is something that MAGA is not talking about. MAGA looks like it is seeking a reenactment of the years 1950 to 1964. That isn’t going to happen. What then? The tech broz propose something like an A-I printed robotic future. They are drunk on their own Stanford University brand Kool-Aid, hallucinating a future that is little more than math dressed in spandex."- J.H. Kunstler