At least it’s the right way of fucked up.

You know what movie from around that same era really, well and truly fucked up a lot of young minds? The rapture and antichrist film Like A Thief In The Night, they used to screen that alarmist zealot propaganda POS at churches, did incalculable damage to many susceptible young (and old) minds.

Any day now… any day he’s coming… will you be… left behind?!!

Buy it at your local Fleetwood Mart.

And under socialism in the 20th century, science was an institution that only funds research that advances whatever narrative the hermetic powers-that-be decided to push and strengthen their grip on power, their obsession with secretiveness and projecting an image of infallibility.

Take the Soviet Union.
T.D. Lysenko and his crackpot food engineering ideas is one such glaring example. But boy oh boy could he talk a “toe the party line” game and suck up to Stalin.
Or how about how the kremlin rendered nearly one quarter of Kazakhstan uninhabitable due to their relentless nuclear testing. And they nearly did that for all of western Europe with Chernobyl.

In the name of workers and science, we shall poison your land. Science for the workers’ paradise, rejoice, comrades!

Thank god the redtangle is there

FTFYa!

Get Up (Feel Like Being An Art School Machine)

Fertility symbols and religion, going together like chocolate and peanut butter since… since at least before chocolate and peanut butter.

Legally sold as “soap”!

Twisted mediocre bitch achieved everything she set out to do in 2016.
She must be very smug and proud of herself.

But what about Doctor Detroit, then? And Doctor Strangelove?

Pants one or two waist sizes larger than you typically wear, with suspenders.

Kool Aid Pitcher Man and Rev. Jim Jones. Name a more iconic duo.

EDIT: You know, because of the TV movie of the late 70s-early 80s, I got used to putting the face of Powers Boothe on the name Jim Jones, it always feels weird to see the real monster, like an uncanny valley effect.

Oh yeah? Well I can see colors!

None other than The Flying Dutchman himself, Honus Wagner!
Was a fixture at shortstop for the Pirates around the turn of the 20th century, amassed all kinds of baseball milestones and records.

Ay… thy mother mated with a scorpion!

As a grown man who has always been into astronomy, have read books and magazines, watched series and documentaries for decades now, I recently felt this way again while delving into the geometries of cosmology.

Things like The Cosmic Horizon, the very far edge of light’s ability to reach us as it has travelled for 13.8 billion years, yet the source of that light is now 46.5 billion light years away from us. This is our largest cosmological compass, we can trace the circle and do some abstract math with it.

They have traced triangles inside the sphere of light that surrounds us and figured out the angles from that light, and there are two options:

1. The Universe is flat and possibly infinite.
2. If the Universe is curved, it is so incomprehensibly huge that we cannot detect its’ curvature even with our compass of 46.5 billion light years, must be at bare minimum 250 larger than what we can see, and that works out to 11.5 trillion light years in every direction from us, or a diameter of 23 trillion light years.
   Yet the Universe is only 13.8 billion years old.

When you hug onscreen with a guy called Bitch Tits and sob your heart out, I can easily imagine many women are going to be mesmerized by such a strange glimpse into the mysterious male dynamics of it all.
Fight Club may be a lot of things, but it most certainly is NOT a macho, Lawrence Of Arabia or Michael Bay-style testosterone ride.

As a cloud of electrons, I agree to everything my electromagnetic field says. If it doesn’t want to go through that wall, we are not going through that wall.

For some reason, I feel like his stage name should be Baby Leroy.

Well… you know what they say: if Frodo can go to Osgiliath…

One step further back, very Orwellian, or even Kafkaesque.