Any vehicle over 4,500 pounds or over a foot longer than a standard sedan should have not only a different class of license required, but should be taxed much more heavily — we’re talking 500% more than a normal vehicle or even more.

There is just no reason for some poser who doesn’t even know how to hitch up a trailer to have a truck that weighs 6,500 pounds and is a rolling death machine. I don’t give a fuck how it makes him (or her) feel. As the conservatives often say (and they are the ones who mostly drive those death trucks): Fuck your feelings.

We need to bring small trucks back. Though I still eagerly await those clowns in their F-250s getting chewed up by A-10s during their bullshit, doomed Civil War 2. That’ll be fun (for me, not them).

Some goofus was complaining on Reddit that King’s Pet Sematary was predictable in its denouement. Buddy, it’s a Greek tragedy in modern form. It’s supposed to be predictable. That’s how tragedies freakin’ work. The same person moaned a lot that the protagonist was arrogant. Well, yes. Because, see above…Greek tragedy, remember? Hubris is always involved.

Just because he’s likably arrogant/hubristic doesn’t mean fate ain’t gonna bring the hammer down. Because it did. The ending was assured once the protag decided to treat with the gods, and to act as one. That’s the whole goddamn point. Fuck.

I think we should lock everyone in tiny cells for “security” and “for their own good.” Most people would probably be all for it if you propagandized it hard enough for a few years in advance. That’s just what the evidence has shown lately.

Why are y’all like this?

The first ten on today’s playlist:

Awww shit it’s getting close to tax time again. I think I’ll just defect to Mars or something.

Why America is so unhealthy.

And any drink from Dunkin’ tastes like cat piss anyway. They are vile. If it even tasted good I’d be ok with the absurd amount of sugar. But Dunkin’ can’t even achieve that.