Devatatingly Accurate
Grrr…
Triptych
Make November a Blue Tsunami!
Two Americas, Two Standards…
366 Days of UNF: September 27th
366 Days of UNF: September 26th
Yeah, It’s Almost Like That
ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US!
Science is Cool
Sinister Stuff
Hmmm…
Make It Make Sense
“Too Young to Be a Policeman! Still a Virgin!”
Who Wants Cake?
Hi Dillon
I Feel Old…
I Am So Sick of the Orange Anus!
Today’s Ambient Soundtrack from Loscil

I stumbled upon Loscil when we were still living in Denver via some Sunday evening radio program on KUVO’s second or third online stream. I love it for when I’m working and trying to concentrate, but ironically, I find it’s also the perfect falling-asleep music. I crawl into bed, put in earbuds in, and I’m out.
Triptych
Mirror Mirror On The Wall
Can I Get an Amen?
Tiny, Tiny Penises
Could Twain See The Future?
DJT, Protector of Women…
Trump: Women, I am your protector.
Women: You’re what?
Trump: You will no longer be abandoned, lonely, or scared.
Women: Okay, dude, you’re creeping the fuck out of us right now.
Trump: You will no longer be in danger.
Women: Oh shit, we are deffo in danger now.
Trump: Your groceries will be more affordable.
Women: [looking at each other] The fuck?
Trump: You will be able to turn on your faucet and have water come out.
Women: [looking at each other] Yeah, I don’t know. I’ve got segue whiplash.
Trump: You will no longer have to be depressed or unhappy.
Women: While you’re talking, there isn’t enough Xanax in the world.
Trump: You will no longer have to think about abortion.
Women: Uh, yeah, I’m pretty sure we will.
Trump: You will no longer have to worry about strangers eating your cats.
Women: Jesus suffering fuck, this guy.
Trump: I will protect women at a level they have never seen before.
Women: Fuck you in the neck, we can protect ourselves.
Trump: Nobody protects women more than me.
Women: We’re calling E. Jean Carroll right now.
Trump: Women will be happy.
Women: [Picking up stones] Feeling happier already.
EDITORIAL NOTE: We must burn the patriarchy. Burn it to the ground. Burn it, gather the ashes, piss on them, douse them in kerosene, set them on fire again. Burn the patriarchy, then drive a stake directly through the ashes where its black heart used to be. Set fire to the stake. Keep burning it, over and over. Burn it for generations. Nuke it from orbit. Then find a good book, some chocolates, and a cozy chair. Maybe with a cat.
Cats Hate Trump
For thousands of years, it was believed that cats could see demons. This proves it’s true.





































































