Thankfully I’m avoiding most noisy university-sophomore politics in my content, whenever it pops up I quickly prune it out of my content feed.

Currently, the four main subjects on my watch history are particle physics, cosmology, Gobekli Tepe (and everything related to those ancient Taş Tepeler people), Sumerian cuneiform writing (courtesy of the extraordinary Professor Irving Finkle).

But to keep things on topic, I regularly have to block suggested channels and videos that start straying towards clickbait controversy, “Is Science Dying?” and “The Image NASA Doesn’t Want You To See!”, that sort of bullshit.

The goddamned algorithm, and those that feed it, it’s mindlessly relentless constant mechanism, and I hate it, but there is so much treasure among the brushes and poison ivy one has to keep on hacking at, with the proverbial digital machete. There is so much legit gold in there.

But make it the Montemayor one, Part 1 being from the Japanese perspective, taking us along for a wild ride inside the fog of war.
The level of quality narrative is nothing short of outstanding.

MGM just sitting there on the sidelines smiling quietly, gently scratching the head of a purring “2001”.

Josef Slygazhvili

Well I’ll be gol-darned… there ain’t nothin’ new under the sun anymore.
But at least I arrived at it independently… or did I? Maybe I saw this Bernie meme some months ago and forgot about it, but my subconscious didn’t.

I’m trying to put this… thing, into words, and the one term that keeps on swirling in there, like Jupiter’s red spot it won’t go away, is spicy maths.

Maybe the turbulence was inside us all along / the friends we made along the way.

Then Einstein and Bohr broke everything again. Then Dirac and Feynman put it back together again. Now, we’ve basically got it all worked out…

Then all-depression humor all the time isn’t humor anymore, you know? It’s just… depression.

I say we take off and drop the ring from Gandalf’s eagles. It’s the only way to be sure.

Don’t forget how:

"I’m NOT voting for an entire apparatus of executive government with thousands of employees, I’m ONLY voting for a charismatic messiah godking, because I’m still little more than a medieval peasant looking to be mesmerized.

Then if fascists take over the nation (again) and the most vulnerable among me suffer from it (again and again and again), that’s not MY problem. While (somehow) fancying myself as enlightened and special and pure. I’m at the center of my goddamned Universe!"

The Supreme Court, and how republicans effectively staged a coup of it in 2016 by turning their back on Merrick Garland, then packed it with corrupt right-wing zealots? “Not MY problem!”… until it is, but by then it’s way too late.

Starring… a de-aged Brad Douriff, in the role of a lifetime!

Meanwhile, Ignacio over there, aka Nacho:
What am I to you, chopped liver, güey? Cabrón…

Also the owner of the cheese shop, the finest in this manor, squire. So clean… certainly uncontaminated by cheese.

Can any mere man wield such ferocious, blinding power?
A terrifyingly, beautiful thing to behold. But only just a glance.
I’m scared, feel like… like an Upper Neolithic man witnessing Nikolai Tesla inside his Faraday cage, as the bright blue electric current crackles and arches all around him.

Go home, evolution, you’re drunk… or tripping balls on a heroic dose, sounds more like it.

The red chair of death… to the lumbar region.

5,000 International units of D3 with 50 mcgs of K2, in gel tablets, baby!

Hold it right there, buddy, what’s the matter, didn’t you read the sign at the entrance of this instance? It clearly says CAT, not CATSssss…

also bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe I hAvE aN iNfOrMeD oPiNiOn!