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Also: youth is wasted on the young.
The good Mr. Substance McGravitas made a face at me, so I decided to make a more colorful, likely seizure-inducing, version back at him:
While the photoshoopery is fun, the more mundane of our political realities are really fucking pissing me off. I'd really, really like to hope that this is a sign of some clever politicking that is ideally designed to quiet the constant barrage of noisy OMGWTFBBQ!? over the non-compliant policy cancellations. I dunno, I'd like to hope I guess. Anyway, the whole "MM-MUH PLAN! WHUT ABOUT MUH PRESHUS PLAN!" bullshit, along with Neil Young's recent birthday (68!) collided here:
I feel like it would be perfect if we adjust the lyrics a teensy bit for the current situation:
I caught them knockin' at my cellar door We love you, baby, can we have some more? Ooh, ooh, the damage done. I hit the city and I lost my friends I watched the needle take another plan Gone, gone, the damage done. I sing the song because I love the plan I know that some of you won't understand Milk-blood to keep from running out. I've seen the needle and the damage done A little part of it in everyone But every flunkie's like a settin' sun.
Meh, that'll work. As usual, vast readership, suggestions welcome in the comments.
OK, of course I love the fact that 300 random people dressed up in wacky outfits and got together to drink and ride their bikes through Corvallis. But... Franzia? In Oregon, home to some absolutely fucking amazing beer, you choose to drink cheap box wine?
I just... I don't even... I expect better of you Oregon. I. Expect. Better!
