If ghosts were real, Guy Fawkes would’ve come back to haunt these guys by now.

That guy is twenty times the man I’ll ever be.

Cream of Sum Yung Gai.

I’d say they are, but not by much.

We have all the negatives but none of the positives. No implants that would make our jobs or lives easier. No perfect memory recall. Just eternal debt and struggle to survive in techno-feudalism.

Yeah this just shows you don’t have any rights. You have temporary, revocable privileges, depending on the whims of those exercising power.

That’s different, those vets are “spent”, it would be so much easier if they all just, y’know, dropped dead.

All the power and wealth in the world won’t unclog those arteries.

Jesus he’s just itching for that civil war. He might be stroked out, in a wheelchair and unable to talk and he’d still love to get to push the button on the football.

A primal example of “live by the sword, die by the sword”. I could swear it’s in one those books they praise so much (for as far as they can read).

The very last word out of his mouth was “violence”. You couldn’t dream of a more ironic twist. If it was fiction, the writers would be sacked for being too on the nose.

Holy shit, all those Weekend at Bernie’s jokes are going to end up true after all.

But in all seriousness, it’s probably just to hide the hematomas on his hands. It’s the cheapest, fastest option, and if there’s anything Trump loves, it’s cheap & fast.

The outrage is the point. Don’t give them the satisfaction.

I read a detailed anonymous account by someone who claimed to have worked for Epstein as a lowest-level goon and there were absolutely boys “available” on the island. He also mentions how one of his (male) coworkers got raped by one of the clients and everyone just accepted it as normal.

It might’ve been complete fiction given that it was anonymous but a lot of the details felt very… poignant, gritty, stupid little things that only someone really in that position would know.

I may not celebrate deaths, but I do watch some obituaries with glee.

This is definitely one of them. Real “reap what you sow” vibes.

A boot stamping on a human face. Forever.

I can (sadly) believe it easily. What gets me every time, though, is that there are people just itching for a chance to unload live ammo on their fellow compatriots. There has never been a shortage of psychopath strongmen who are willing to sacrifice everything (except themselves and their own), but what I simply cannot grasp for the life of me is that there are monsters willing to do that for just a few peanuts a month more than the poor bastard they’re murdering. Yet, there’s tens of thousands of them and they’re queueing up for the chance to do this.

That will simply never compute in my mind. Can’t possibly wrap my limited brain around it, never will.

Gargle his balls, megabillionaire slaves! See how little all your wealth matters if one senile old sleazebag decides he’s done with you. You reap what you sow, and boy have you guys been sowing lately. Time to reap.

Home of the vodka-fueled cyborgs.