🤗 yeah… yeah. I’d pit our wild spaces and backcountry up against any in the Union. Mountains, high desert, old growth, rivers, lakes. Wolves, grizzlies, bison, elk, deer, sturgeon, and migratory birds. Millions of acres we fight to keep for nature and leave-no-trace human enjoyment right outside our back doors. And thousands of ugly exploiters trying to capture their own “private Idaho” and turn it into the Aryan dream. Ain’t gonna happen.

Thousands of men do the same, every day, and they deserve recognition even if they neither want it or get it. Humanity can’t comprehend its own mass, so the occasional exceptional member becomes the focus of attention. This mission is plagued by the politics of American exceptionalism, “been there, done that”, and its own problems. Despite our advances and technology and Hollywood, still isn’t that easy to send a human around the moon.

I got hit by a large SUV doing between 30mph and 40mph a few years ago. I can’t tell you why or how, but I had a split second to twist and plant my hands on the hood and jump so I went up instead of under. Went into the windshield (broke it) and then got launched when she slammed on the brakes. It put my radius and ulna into my hands, my back into my guts, and knocked my brain so hard I gave the emergency crew a phone number that belonged to a girlfriend I’d broken up with almost 20yrs prior. Took me a year to be able to write again, not just physically. I’d start putting words to paper and end up with gibberish because between my brain and my hand it didn’t connect. Had to leave post-it notes around the house as a check list- did you eat, bathe, brush your teeth, feed the dogs, piss? My ability to sleep was wrecked, no circadian rythym. I don’t entirely believe in fate, but how the fuck that didn’t kill or cripple me boggles my mind (what’s left of it) daily.

For me it would really depend on the context.

I had an abusive mother and self-harmed, a lot. By my teenage years I was bouncing back and forth between self-harm and realizing I was not insane, my mom was an abuser, and starting to find adults and peers who would listen to me and recognize it. I also discovered I could channel my feelings through writing and art, that catharsis of expressing my feelings in a healthy was rather than just turning them back on myself.

As an adult, is it worth noting when a young person starts expressing themselves like that; absolutely. Shit’s rough, it can get overwhelming, and a lot of young people cut their journey short intentionally or recklessly trying to deal with it. Sometimes it’s just a young person piercing the veil and figuring out the world isn’t all it’s cracked up to be and venting their disillusion. Other times it’s hopelessness. As an adult I’d like to think I could figure out which it is; commiserate with a youth about the bullshit but have the wisdom to know when to know when to intervene.

No, he’s correct. Jesus directly referenced what we know as Easter traditions in the Bible:

“While they were eating, Jesus took a box of Peeps, and when he had given thanks, he broke them apart and gave them to his disciples, saying, “Take and eat; they’re honestly not that bad.”

You bastards!

Careful making friends in the garden princess.

Conservatives have always valued the 2A over the 1A because they know violence or the threat of it can intimidate or suppress what they don’t want to hear. So remember, you’re not going to win with verbal appeals, condemnation, facts, or strongly worded letters. If option one is failing, use option two.

Duuu. Du hast. Du hast clank.

Clones react to the Kaminoans informing them sterilization is mandatory but cannot be done genetically.

The heroes finds lich Jesus’ stash of nails, but only one is the true phylactery. The boldest knight smites that which he believes it to be, but nothing happens. Lich Jesus grins wickedly and incinerates the knight with a blast of unholy fire. He glances coyly at the other heroes, “He chose… poorly.”

Or in an (Italian) lake house.

We could bring back the elegance and pageantry of casting them off a cliff as tribute to Poseidon. Maybe ask him to cool down oceanic temperatures a little bit? Could actually work. Not because Poseidon is real, but because we’re eliminating some of the top contributors to climate change.

It’s a Bible verse.

John 20: 14-16

At this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not realize that it was Jesus.

He asked her, “Woman, why are you crying?Who is it you are looking for?”

Thinking he was the gardener, she said, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.”

Jesus said to her, “Open the fuckin’ Strait, you crazy bastards, or you’ll be living in Hell - JUST WATCH! Praise be to Allah.”

She turned toward him and cried out in Aramaic, “WTF!” (which means “what the fuck”).

They are. Mama/dada/papa/nana or similar sounds made with the lips or tongue against the gums are near universal terms for parents across languages because that’s just easy sounds for babies to make early on. We just roll with it and adopted their “words” as the foundation of assigning meanings to a specific sound.

We all know he got hospitalized this weekend. I’m expecting a press conference to announce he died Friday but miraculously came back this morning. His fanbase will eat it up.

What if the idea that the Grail grants eternal life is a deliberate spin by the Church to turn it into a holy relic, when it’s true nature is that it is lich Jesus’ phylactery? From King Arthur to the Knights Templar, the quest for the Grail has been dedicated warriors seeking to eradicate his source of seeming eternal life. And it can only be destroyed with the weapon that destroyed his first corporeal form, the Spear of Destiny.

Maybe. If Jesus comes out of his cave tomorrow and sees his shadow it’s only six more weeks of Armageddon.