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The ends justified the beans

A sign that just reads “vote yes FIRE”
Antique neon signage at the American Sogn Museum Cincinnati OH
The Voyage of The Mimi (1984) is a film I watched in fifth grade and the only thing I remember from it is you have to take all your clothes off if somebody has hypothermia and some very crude plans for a solar desalination oven. The substitute teacher who played it for us smelled like Winston cigarettes and old beer.
A fat womanizer gestures toward a foregone conclusion, colorized 1932
This is a group sex gutter that they sold in the 70s as a conversation pit because America isn’t brave enough to admit what it really is
This is a night/IR video of what appears to be a fox walking past a near-eastside Indianapolis garage.
Two years ago I made an ill advised road trip across the country solo, sleeping as little as I could in the cab of my truck at rest stops. The trip was doomed from the start, the power was out where I was trying to leave, a windstorm knocked trees down atop the building I slept in and across the driveway I had to drive down to leave. I had to chain and haul them away by myself, fueled only by dry cereal and cold instant coffee. And then the ice storm. It chased me across fifteen states. No matter how far I made it in the day, the ice storm caught me every time I stopped. I'd wake up, drive as far as I could, out into just enough warmth to thaw the thick rime ice off my fenders, rubbing my hands to bring the feeling back into them. One time I stopped to get food and while I waited for the mediocre chicken to be cooked it overtook me and I cursed the line chef as I blasted out into the maelstrom. I woke up in Nebraska, huddled in every piece of clothing I had packed, inside a sleeping bag and under two blankets, and I noticed the tip of one of my toes had gone peculiar colored. Burgundy. The texture of beef jerky. Frostbite, it turns out. At the time just one of a litany of issues I was facing, and hardly the worst of them. I simply put on another pair of socks and noted it for later. Weeks after I arrived home, it hardened and peeled, a strange little knot of once-flesh falling from the fourth toe of my right foot, leaving it a bit abrupt. And apparently, now, forever slightly weak to cold. I froze it again this winter, somehow I simply failed to notice, and I'm watching it form it's crude little black scab. Reminding me that I never did beat that ice storm. It caught me every time.
A sharply dressed and small statured thug (Bruce Johnson) with a butterfly knife and unsettling smile threatens Thomas Magnum in Season 2, Episode 6 of Magnum P.I. (1980) - Tropical Madness
Frisky Dingo - Season 01 Episode 05 - Kidnapped! Stan: This whole COUNTRY is fucked up, Thanks you YOU! Xander Crews: What?! How is this... any of it... possibly MY fault?
30 Rock Season 05 Episode 22 Avery Jessup for American News Channel USA Caption Reads : And in food news, you've had enough to eat today. I spent a very long time creating this gif because apparently nobody else cared enough to create it, and I have tired of listening to various Democrat apologists explaining that people don't understand their circumstances well enough to judge if the economy is doing well.
A poly-man
Toni Childs on Tik Tok - caption reads “I do not support all women some of you are very dumb”
A photograph of Larry Potterfield, CEO of MidwayUSA, a human being who appears to be mostly made out of mayonnaise rudely bullied into the shape of a man, holding a double barreled shotgun over his shoulder and staring at the cameraperson like he's about to offer them an extremely minimal discount on their birthday.
Avery Jessup reporting for North Korea's American News Channel USA in Season 05 Episode 22 of 30 Rock "Everything Sunny All The Time Always".
The often used (by me) Chick tract "Most people rejected His message" meme template, where Jesus is told to Shut Up by a bunch of angry people in traditional garb. This is of course from Galatians 4:16 which is actually the gospel of Paul. I find myself using this meme template nearly constantly these days because of how horrible The Discourse has gotten and nowhere is that more obvious than in the replies to the quoted skeet.
A gross example of the utter disaster that American justice has become, a shambles of the rule of law and even the pretense of consequences for the ruling class, by whichever form of power they ascend. Video title reads "Judge sentences Trump in hush money case but declines to impose any punishment", screenshot reads The people of the state of new york v donald j trump, sentence: unconditional discharge|verdict: guilty on all 34 counts of falsifying business records. We are enabling a disgusting thing and deserve all that comes to us.
A dead soul stares blankly at an unending plane of torment, a future made of pain that can only be ignored or endured
A picture of an antique device that could only barely be called a computer, an artifact of a previous age when the poster could feel joy about uncomplicated positive experiences and couldn't feel the ache in their knees every time the temperature drops below 40f. An electromechanical representation of a long passed fork in the path none of us can return to.
A parody of the Ashley book of knots implying you want to have sex with rope simulacra of genitals
Grace Bass is the bass player for the Jukebox Band in Shining Time Station. She can get it.
A gargantuan pile of calories in the form of marshmallow topped sweet potato casserole. I had to go to the store tonight at dinner time because I radically underestimated the amount of sweet potato I needed before. It was a nightmare. Everyone’s first day at the store. Confused and floundering amidst the wreckage of a store barely capable of standard shopping days much less the American gladiatorial cooking holiday of Thanksgiving. I found three sweet potatos secreted amongst a box of acorn squash, maybe by an employee nervous they wouldn’t be able to get any when their shift was done but god forgive me I took every one of them. They are now as sweet as black strap molasses and savory as bacon drippings on toast, designed to annihilate insulin and evaporate consciousness. This is my Weapon of Food. My assault of flavor. Vae Victis.