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Lauren R. If I can shoot rabbits, then I can shoot fascists. Hater of rhetorical questions, conditional whiteness, white supremacy, & omnicide. I sure do love "Crooked Officer" by Geto Boys.

Fallout 4's John Hancock: he does a lot of drugs, he presides over the ghetto of Goodneighbor. He tells me to get high constantly. Chaotically good. He would not drink Sam Adams. He does like to wear his little tricorn hat & maroon robes. The bombs took his nose but not his heart. He hates thieves, he loves to murder assholes. I would vote for this iteration of Hancock. Anyway. "John Hancock" of Goodneighbor, MA, for president. Of the people, fuck the people. Ain't that America? Little pink bomb shelters for everybody.
The Manic Street Preachers - art for "Dead Yankee Drawl", if I remember correctly. It's the dude with the Inferno concentric taxonomy tattoo's hand pointed like a gun with the American flag painted on it. He wrote IfWhiteAmericaToldTheTruthItsWorldWouldFallApart. Love that one. Especially the "Zapruder the first to masturbate the world's first taste of crucified grace conservatives say there's too much black in the Union Jack democrats say there's so much white in the Stars and Stripes"
Zelda, a white Turkish Van mix cat, with pearl & black tipped ears & tail, embraced her baby demogorgon for awhile today. I was told Dart had an incident with other cats but will behave if kept to pescatarian options. He is a green pollywog baby, deep green with maroon accents. The kitties will not eat him if he doesn't eat the kitties.
Sinners shooting script: SMOKE You can't be believing everything you hear. This town gonna fill your head with all that make believe but we gonna give it to you straight. Chicago ain't shit but Mississippi with tall buildings instead a plantations. STACK And they got crackas that like to split themselves up. Italians, Jews, Polacks, Huns, Irishmen... Down here it's easier. Just cracka. That's it. Up there they got different flavors. And them crackas kill each other every day believe it or not. SMOKE But the one thing they can agree on, is HATING our black asses.
Kyle Clifford! A big white guy from Ayr, Ontario, Canada. He doesn't have a lot of teeth. He's got the eyes of a great white shark. He is a foreboding dude. Solid & savors the taste of blood. Loves his kids. Takes up groceries for the neighbors. He is still visually intimidating as fuck. I love that about him. In this photo, most of the top row of teeth are gone. He didn't give a fuck. He is a living Canadian Jack-o'-lantern on knife-shoes.
Gavin Newsom & Kim Guilfoyle being losers on a rug displaying their extravagance & dominance. He looks constructed. She looks like she wants to do fertility rituals. The rug is red/Purple jewel tones like their alcoholic faces.
THE COURT: Okay. That's fine. You're going to be here on-let me tell you how this is going to work. You're going to be- MR. ALLEN: You ain't going to tell me shit. THE COURT: Listen. MR. ALLEN: Suck my dick. THE COURT: Shut up. Listen to me. MR. ALLEN: Suck my dick, you fuckman. THE COURT: Tristen! MR. ALLEN: Sack my dick. THE COURT: You will be here in court on Mon-MR. ALLEN: You'll be here sucking my dick. THE COURT: You wili listen to me, now. MR. ALLEN: Go fuck yourself. THE COURT: Okay. I'm going to tell you how this la going to work. You cither listen or not. I don't care. MR. ALLEN: I'm through. Can I leave the courtroom? THE COURT: NO. DEPUTY SHERIFF: No, you've got to stay here. MR. ALLEN: No, I'm not talking to the bastard. THE COURT: we are going Lo have the trial Monday week. MR. ALLEN: No. The fuck we are. I ain't going to trial with this lawyer presenl..
Joan is a black & white Turkish Angora cat with long eyelashes. She bought herself a bar last year, soju, sake, cognac: everything's for sale at the cardboard cat izakaya. She'll skewer rats for you. This photo was taken when she realized she had to serve the drinks and not just drink the drinks. She is my kid.
The definitive part of A Scanner Darkly: "What does a scanner see? he asked himself. I mean, really see? Into the head? Down into the heart? Does a passive infrared scanner like they used to use or a cube-type holo-scanner like they use these days, the latest thing, see into me - into us - clearly or darkly? I hope it does, he thought, see clearly, because I can't any longer these days see into myself. I see only murk. Murk outside; murk inside. I hope, for everyone's sake, the scanners do better. Because, he thought, if the scanner sees only darkly, the way I myself do, then we are cursed, cursed again and like we have been continually, and we'll wind up dead this way, knowing very little and getting that little fragment wrong too." Philip K. Dick, A Scanner Darkly
Joan, a black and white Turkish Angora cat, stands up like a meerkat. Her front paws are slack against her hindquarters. She is waiting for something. A celebratory cheeseburger? I don't know. She wants to party. She can't buy booze or cheeseburgers, can you chip in? Her eyes are wide and excited. They're very green. She is a Gaboon Viper with a beautiful coat. She hungers.
Ryan Coogler, Miles Caton, Ruth E. Carter & Hannah Beachler (Autumn Durald Arkapaw, Raphael Saadiq, Shunika Terry out of frame) telling stories, smiling, & you leave? What? Why?
Stacks and binders full of things Donald Trump secreted out of the White House perched in a Mar a Lago a Gogo bathroom. It looks illegal and cheap, just like me,& a movie set starring children and no Coogan law compliance. Tawny, auburn, and yellow bile flooring & counters, I presume the plumbing can accommodate a lot of pain. If I amassed that much paperwork at any job, I wouldn't have been able to fuck my way out of a firing, but these people can fuck and fail their way up. It's like the Howard Dean Scream became material - true stacks of cardboard boxes housing state secrets and family secrets.Detritus for shitheads.
Three Musketeers: Dart, the green pollywog (demogorgon) from Stranger Things, with Zelda and Joanie, but Joanie doesn't look terrifying here. Several days later, everybody's still got their limbs and livers in the appropriate places - they haven't murdered Dart, Dart hasn't turned them into X Files casualties. Maybe I will get them a Reaper Leviathan plush from Subnautica. They love fish. Reaper Leviathans love to give hugs.
Two fluffy black & white Turkish Van/Angora cats. One is cuddled up to a green stuffed baby demogorgon from "Stranger Things" - Dart, the cat-eater, with a quizzical look on her face. The other cat is moving fast & breaking things, including dimensions, so her face looks rather demonic in the key of Bosch. Paradise lost, indeed.
Frankenstein by Guillermo del Toro - one of the latter of The Creature's metamorphoses in form and costume. A walking museum and mausoleum. An enormous entity. Creature to some, Monster to others, to himself, someone who exists. Draped in earth-tones and neutral hues. He bears wolf skins and fur for practicality, comfort, and as a sign of that which he has conquered. This Creature knows his strength, he is also capable of tenderness and immense love.
A small keychain figurine of Stan Winston's creation, Teddy, the Jiminy Cricket of "A.I.", the 2001 Spielberg "Pinocchio" - he is furry, tan and cream fur, and functions like backpack attachments in "Death Stranding"
Joanie Silverhand, forlorn black & white fluffy Turkish Angora cat, rests her head on the bar at her sushi restaurant. She wants a guitar. And my body. And for all corpos to have a very fuck you.
Joanie Skitty Silverhand, the fluffy, long-haired Turkish Angora, a cat diametrically opposed to Death Wish, visually, but possesses the same corpo-hating values. She is a secret net runner. 20 INT. Gorilla arms. Prefers using Her Majesty & her charm.
EPA.gov - California Ocean Disposal Sites - Southern California Ocean Disposal Site #2 Investigation - SAN LUIS OBISBO POINT CONCEPTION SAN BUENAVENTURA • SANTA MONICA San Miguel Island Santa Rosa Island Santa Cruz Island Santa Catalina Island San Nicholas Island 10 1 N 3 - NEWPORT BEACH 11 12 • 13 San Clemente Island 14 LEGEND Numbers indicate the number assigned to a disposal site. Land Masses / Island N •SAN DIEGO U.S. MEXICO ENSENADA CABO COLNETT SAN QUINTIN
Oh here it is. The personnel file/badge that launched a thousand Guinness cans out of an open window.
Quentin Tarantino guest-stars on Alias. He will not hold his head straight. His tie is straight. He needs one eye on the ground at all times so he can sense everybody's feet. His black suit is fine. He is doing Mariah Carey Good Side shit with his head.
Boxes of classified documents in the bathroom and shower at Trump's Florida estate, as well as various other locations that included a ballroom, storeroom, office and bedroom. Look at that ugly Toto pooper.
British Columbia Man arrested after driving child-size pink Barbie Jeep through Prince George, B.C. Driving any motorized vehicle without a licence is against the law, police say Andrew Kurjata • CBC News • Posted: Sep 08, 2025 4:00 AM PDT I Last Updated: September 8 A man in Prince George, B.C., was pulled over and arrested after driving a pink Barbie Jeep along a main road on Sept. 5. (Nikita Morgan/Andrea Stirgard/Summer Caron)
A little ain't enough for me - it is our friend Dr. Rockso- he is wearing his rainbow tiger stripe catsuit of spandex, billowing teal shrubbery for hair, black spiked choker, and purple "I mean business motherfucker" hat - corpse paint, clown nose, and he exclaims: "Cocaine!"
“Adventures in Sociology” by Melvin L. Kohn (remarks on email, Nixon, and boy did he hate that war.) That was not all that happened, not at NIH. True to its colors, the scientists of NIH sent me dozens of emails and letters, or phoned me, volunteering to testify on my behalf, or to somehow come to my aid, or be of service - anything to serve a good cause. I had become famous. I soon was asked to serve as President of the Assembly of Scientists of NIMH, as well as of associated Assemblies of other Institutes at NIH. I had been asked before, but I had declined on the rationale that the Assembly was the closest thing that we had to a union, and I was part of management, maybe the lowest rung of management, but management. This time, though, I agreed to serve. Not long thereafter, my two bosses, John Eberhart and Bob Cohen, called me in and asked me to join them in a new enterprise, a consortium to defend the NIMH against an announced campaign by the Nixon administration to dismantle the Institute. I never did learn whether my escapade with the cop, and/or my election as President of the Assembly, had anything to do with their invitation, and I didn't even ask them. I just accepted. This fit the bill, for it quieted my conscience about continuing to work for the Government. When various higher officials of NIMH and NIH phoned me in later days, reminding me that the budget of the Institute was at risk because of our anti-War activities, I was quick to tell them that I was making it possible for many of their finest scientists to remain at NIH and still feel that their consciences were clear.