It seems that these exceedingly annoying liberal mass-culture masturbation sessions are getting more numerous by the year. As if Burning Man and Pride weren’t enough time wasted on classist shenanigans, now we got these Climate Strikes and Science Marches.
Whose heart changes, what strategy improves, what ideologies bridged? None!
Who benefits? The drinks-to-go QSR lifestyle industry! It’s no wonder then that…
This comic is a response by way of extension to a very important story covered in a very sloppy piece of marketing –ah I mean article –published by a writer on the Atlantic who either stakes her reputation on clickbait or has an evil editor.
What joyous news did I receive today but that Troy or Dead Western of approximately Sacramento has a new song, “PPL ARE SCARED!”
On my massive list of “people I wish I could know better if I weren’t always working etc etc and I hope when we see each other every 10 years we’re still friends,” this dude is definitely in the top rolls of the scroll. And he’s one of maybe five lateral lyricists on the west coast who really have it, not weird for weirdness, but a real command of original usage, metaphor, atmosphere, stuff hipsters can’t fake.
Yes, he has to move his head like that to make his voice that deep, yes he can sing that deep much louder, filling a whole street. I never seen him use a microphone since what, 2006, 2007. Maybe he would if he sold out SAP Center but fools are ignorant.
Here’s a little older one, but not as old as us, I’m sorry to say.
It’s time for GENTRI-FI!
Bell’s Palo Alto – Bound Together SF – Pt Reyes Station Books – Monkeywrench Austin – Wooden Shoe Philadelphia – Bluestockings NYC
San José-area people who really hate walking are increasingly using dockless scooter-sharing for last-mile mobility with services such as Bird and Lime. South Bay Clean Creeks volunteers really love fishing them by the dozens out of the rivers, and in Santa Monica people even use them for firewood. Here’s what this cartoonist thought of first in terms of the trend’s expansion –which has proven to be true.
9:27 AM Thursday, shitty new glass towers fronding,
I, bumping Malo and dodging heavy trucks,
You, in the silver-gray late 4-door Honda,
On 280 coming out of the East Side
Trying to change lanes while repacking a GLASS BONG,
Its piece lazy aerosolgreasing
Maybe above-grade like the road,
But for real dude,
ANYTHING but the fucking vape pen
We’ll take it.