They Can Take Away Our Lives, But They'll Never Take Away Our ONT!

Other oft misunderstood concepts:

The Front Fell Off*

*It's a Clarke and Dawe reference:

How It's Done

‘Idea Laundering’ in Academia

And just like that there are 57 genders and biology is somehow “white supremacy”. Pretty neat trick.

We're In Trouble Lads

Related: The End of Chaz

Amerika

An Industry of Untruth

It's lies all the way down.

The American Soviet Mentality

Everything old is new again

It’s Not a Protest, It’s a Revolution

Why Not?

Top NFL Quarterbacks As Women

I would totally do the female Ryan Tannehill. Who do you think is the hottest?

Musical Interlude

The All-American Glory of Yacht Rock

The late 70s might have been an economic mess, but culturally...beats this mess we've got now. Quick! Name the most iconic Yacht Rock song? I'll open with:

Here's a great story about Charlie Daniels

It's the inside people that we have to worry about now. Please open your programs to the “and domestic” portion of The Oath of Allegiance of the United States.

Chinese Lung Rot

DEADLY COVER UP: Fauci Approved Hydroxychloroquine 15 Years Ago to Cure Coronaviruses; “Nobody Needed to Die”

I would say “Shocking if true” but nothing shocks me anymore.

Meanwhile, In Turkey

Just don't drop the remote

Hey Babe

Me sliding into your DMs like..

Related: Beyond Catfish: These People Discovered Terrible Things About Their Dates

Question of the night: What was your worst experience on a date? Go.

Evergreen Post

Analyzing ‘The Gods of the Copybook Headings’ by Rudyard Kipling

There is never a bad time to bring up TGOTCH. Read it at my funeral or wedding. Play a recording of it for the surgical staff when I'm getting open heart surgery. Recite it as my wife is in labor, so the first thing my kid hears is wisdom. I have it on the door to my office at home, so I see it every day of the year.

AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race, I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place. Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.

We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.

With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.

When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."

On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death."

In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die."

Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!

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