They should spin up a tribunal under the North Atlantic Council. Letting some Danish and Canadian judges take a crack at this admin could do double duty in mending some foreign relationships
Democrats need to state that if this is done, they will have no choice but to turn Trump and his subordinates over to international tribunals for war crimes prosecutions, if Trump makes it impossible to prosecute them domestically.
Make subordinates accepting pardons understand the consequences.
"how could you betray us by still struggling to live in the terrifying crime-filled running down immigrant-populated world rather than respecting your Family and crawling down here in to The Tomb with us so we can finally seal the door? Scripture says you need to honor your family"
Slopping down some pig shit with these fat fucks and Iβm the fattest of them all. If I died tomorrow no one would shed a tear. Load my freakinβ lard carcass into the mud. No coffin please, just wet, wet mud. Bae.
I show my futurist buddy my jar of instant coffee and he is deeply torn between his strong Italian nationalism and his love of technological advancement. He begins to weep, fascistly
my boy Saltevia: They built a towering angel in the hard lands. A sentinel to think on our pain
me: i think thats a good idea. certainly someone, or something should watch from on high
my boy Saltevia: They told us to narrow our hearts though. To survive the new cold
me: i already narrowed my heart
ME: iβm so sick and tired of being set upon by the baronβs hounds
HER: Maybe stop hopping the fence into his estate?
ME: sympathy not solutions plz
HER: Iβm so sorry, that sounds very painful. I know youβre trying really hard to get The Baronβs priceless egg.
ME: it should be *my* egg :(
the skull is the perfect bone because he (my skull is a man) encages the slimy brain, which defies boneship by jigglingπͺΌ and thinkingπ€, the two extant bone anathemata. the worst bone is leg. it insists upon a destination
i had a blast but can you please not invite basho next time? his vivid depictions of the change of seasons make me painfully aware of my own transience
there are 70 million people for whom this is the biggest song in the world. they watch comedies called like "Wives of Jim" that have run for nine seasons. they're usually pretty affable in person. in 2024 they severed the fate of humanity because of egg prices
βChoosinβ Texasβ by Ella Langley officially surpasses βAll I Want For Christmas Is Youβ by Mariah Carey as the longest-running #1 hit in history (23 weeks).
me when dayforce is down at 9am: when will the liberatory chatbot armies free us of shitty bloatware
me when copilot causes excel to crash for the 4th time: blood and stone must unite against vile silicon
military general: we must keep our powder dry
me (was hoping iβd be offered some matcha): ah yeah no for sure. kinda late anyway
general (thinks i'm saying it's too dark to fight): agreed
me (confirming): we'll drink matcha tomorrow
general (thinks i'm doing a "dine in hell" thing): that we will
god i'd give anything to be at the minnesota state fair right now. a hmong corndog, a bucket of chinese sausage and cheese curd dumplings, an order of ube cheesecake wontons, and unlimited glasses of ice cold milk would cure me
Monday marks 20 years since Pluto was considered a full-fledged planet in our solar system. For some, the sting of that cosmic demotion has never gone away.