Why bother? Just hire some guys pay them whatever money you can raise and get the hired hands to hunt down the bounty hunters. They put on masks call themselves ICE and Bob’s your uncle. It’s the wild west again … just do whatever you want with a mask on and a gun. Everyone is doing it and it’s the only way to get things done because the government isn’t involved in anything anymore.

I was going to make fun of this thread by saying some dumb thing but then I noticed your comment … this is your thread now … my condolences to you and your family … and you should clear coat that section of the wall to preserve it forever … and if you ever renovate or change your house … carefully carve out that section of wall, frame it and display it as a family heirloom.

Sounds more like a new line up of pharmaceuticals for the treatment of those suffering from delusions of grandeur and acute narcissism

Because your dishwasher knows how drunk you are and is trying to tell you those aren’t fries and they’re not the microwave

We were helping to move a friend from one house to another years ago. It was all rushed with little time to do or plan anything … we had to move truckloads towing trailers full of all their things and drive 400km to make a deadline. And we had to start by driving to them 500km away first! And it all had to happen within 20 hours … it was complete insanity. I ended up driving, packing, working, then driving again non-stop for about 30 hours to everything to the new house. And midway through the trip of hauling everything, we drove through the biggest lightning rain storm I’ve seen in years. The only way to keep things from getting totally soaked was to keep moving.

I remembering driving past the rain and weather and it was 4am and we were dead tired and couldn’t stay awake. We parked on the side of the road and I sat in my driver seat and finally fell asleep. Unfortunately, I was so full of coffee, sugar and food that I couldn’t really sleep … my body went offline and my brain kept racing. I started dreaming that I was still driving and in my driving dream, I kept pushing myself to stay awake and not drift off the road. In my dream, I kept dozing off and wandering on the road. In the dream, I kept scaring myself, held on to the steering wheel and bolted awake again … and again … and again. Finally, still in the dream, I fell asleep and as I dozed off I knew I was drifting off the highway at speed and I could see and feel the truck crashing into the bushes, the trees and into the forest …

I bolted wide awake back into reality, gripped the steering wheel like a madman and slammed on the horn and the brakes as hard as I could … I was still sitting quietly on the highway shoulder. My cousin in the other truck walked over and asked if I was OK and asked why I just sounded my horn.

I was so freaked out by the experience that I stayed awake for the rest of the drive.

It makes you realize why we want to destroy the world so easily when we only ever see the world as being convenient for us only and not for all life no matter what shape or form it comes in.

Little Fly,
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?

For I dance
And drink, and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.

If thought is life
And strength and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.

• poem by William Blake

I remember reading a long time ago that most insects are a very protein dense food source … beef when looking at the whole cow is about 50%-60% protein overall … while an insect is about 90% protein.

… or a Norwegian

A billionaire just causally announcing that he can influence, finance and promote an election using his money in order to get what only interests themselves … rather than in allowing democratic processes elect someone the people actually want and need.

always nice to include an anatomically correct butthole for the cat

… when you realize it wasn’t a mirror

It is now!

I think I’ll use it as a ringtone or alarm for my phone … no better way to wake in the morning than to be terrified

… also, I didn’t notice that link … and now that voice will haunt my senses for a long, long time

Welcome to the world of being an Indigenous Canadian teen in a non-Indigenous city in the 1990s … where you either get wrongly arrested, or you develop a sixth sense for the police

Using his force powers to block his sense of smell … but for how long?