It’s past time for the punch in the nose to return as an approved method of no-argument with a progtard.

It’s past time for the punch in the nose to return as an approved method of no-argument with a progtard.
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Where the Sidewalk Ends
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
by Shel Silverstein
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The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can’t be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can’t hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
“Where to? what next?”
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OK Karens,
Y’all remember when the Surgeon General, first initial Everett Chickenkoop or whatever, started the move to save us all from dying of cancer by snuffing tobacco use? Well, back then right around 21% of US folks were dying of cancer.
I checked the morbidity tables a couple of months ago and, oddly enough, right around 21% of US folks are still dying of cancer.
Believing what the US government said about smoking is like believing what the US government said about:
1. The Warren Commission
2. The Gulf of Tonkin Incident
3. Food Pyramids
4. Cholesterol
5. The 2020 Election
6. Waco
7. Ruby Ridge
8. Any number of “false flag” events involving shootings
9. Richard Jewel
10. Watergate
11. Making the world “Safe for Democracy”
12. Senator Joseph McCarthy
13. Climate Change
14. Electric cars
15. COVID
16. “Vaccines”
17. Transgenderism
18. Causes and transmission of AIDS
19. The Tuskegee Experiment
20. Seth Rich, Michael Hastings, Vincent Foster et al.
21. The assassinations of Bobby and Martin
22. Far-Right Extremism
23. White Supremacy
24. Islamic Terror
25. Racism
And so on ad infinitum.
A prostitute is more honest than the US government. At least with her, the price is stated up front, a real service is provided and both parties are satisfied.
Corolla is “Jimmy” Kimmels old runnin’ buddy.
Fuk both with rusty barbwire.
@Mike Austin:
Stop makin’ me laugh, Mikey! Stuff is coming out of my nose! My absolute favorite is #3, Food Pyramids, which, during the Obama Administration, mutated into a Dali-esque pie chart guaranteed to confuse anyone who actually ate food off a plate. I use it as teaching example of what can go seriously wrong if math illiterates are allowed anywhere near a pie chart. (https://myplate-prod.azureedge.net/sites/default/files/styles/medium/public/2020-10/myplate-logo–orange-bg.jpg?itok=UpfmOeDA)
I remember that chart being forced upon me even in college, when I had to take a “health” class as part of graduation requirements. I memorized it just to pass the class, but I never paid any attention to it in real life. I ate what I wanted, drank what I wanted, smoked what I wanted, and did pretty much what I wanted. I still live my life that way, though within the confines of a 68 year old body.
@Mike Austin:
Stop makin’ me laugh, Mikey! Stuff is coming out of my nose! My absolute favorite is #3, Food Pyramids, which, during the Obama Administration, mutated into a Dali-esque pie chart guaranteed to confuse anyone who actually ate food off a plate. I use it as teaching example of what can go seriously wrong if math illiterates are allowed anywhere near a pie chart. (https://myplate-prod.azureedge.net/sites/default/files/styles/medium/public/2020-10/myplate-logo–orange-bg.jpg?itok=UpfmOeDA)
https://www.amazon.com/End-America-J-Sefton/dp/1735192821/ref=sr_1_5?crid=2AUGZXVP8UHVW&dchild=1&keywords=the+end+of+america&qid=1635202544&sprefix=the+end+of+america%2Caps%2C157&sr=8-5
Perhaps it’s just a coincidence of history, but tobacco companies once used doctors to help market their product. Only after many decades, did the medical profession admit that there might be health problems associated with smoking, let alone engage in truly preventive or therapeutic care. Think about that when your physician tells you to get the totally effective, safe vaccine; or get lost. Shocking that money or power might even possibly affect medical behavior or ethics. Government ethics? I think that’s an oxymoron,
https://www.history.com/news/cigarette-ads-doctors-smoking-endorsement
https://humanevents.com/2021/12/06/report-research-sponsored-by-covid-19-vaccine-makers-undermines-mandates/
When I read the phrase “medical ethics” the ghost of Doctor Mengele appears. He’s laughing.
“ Do I really need a rocket launcher”
Makes traffic jams a breeze. Kinda like Pavlov’s dog, those in and causing the traffic jam see a single person exit the vehicle to their rear. Something strangely familiar over their shoulder. Impatience becomes concern, concern Leeds to panic, when “ they” recognize the RPG 7 being pointed directly at the obvious problem.
The disturbing part is, “ They” see a “ three pack, of rockets strapped to the warriors back. The first loud noise is a bump in the night. two, three and four, and he has your total attention.
Yea, I could use a rocket launcher, as long as it’s” all I can eat”,,,,,,,, salad served up, with my extra rockets.
Frankly a few “ well placed” rocket shots are going to be needed,
VI
Or as we say in this plague drenched times, “This rocket up your ass is just what the doctor ordered.”
The doctor will see you now.
Thy Arse is an exit only! Nothing further.
VI
fagz never got the memo
In that case, I’d say you are now about three colonoscopies behind.