Lots of stupidity in there, (like how all of NASA, and even all of science itself, is Satanic and evil because a couple of people in the early days of NASA openly followed non-Christian religions), but the one that really broke me:
Here’s my bone to pick with Matt Walsh, we have a long-running beef on the topic of NASA and the Moon landings, because he thinks they happened, and, listen, when the guys did it it was fake and gay. […] homies were on the moon making phone calls [laughs] before the time of cell phones, like “hey, what’s up, Prez?”
It’s like claiming nobody could possibly have listened to music before the 1980s because the CD hadn’t been invented yet. And yet millions of people actually follow this person and trust her opinion on, well… anything.
If you or anyone you know feels even slightly inclined to think that same way, please watch this series of videos that shows how to transmit voice, data and video from the Moon.
You just gave me a flashback, because one of those admirers turns out to be Stephen A Smith:
Apparently, told Smith that he should run for the Democratic nomination in 2028 - which was one of the dumbest things I’ve ever heard, and Reese Waters covered it.
After making Greek coffee for herself and her husband, she took photos of the grounds left in the cups and asked ChatGPT to interpret them, following a rising trend of AI-assisted tasseography. The chatbot reportedly “saw” signs of infidelity—specifically, that her husband was fantasizing about a woman whose name started with an “E” and that this woman was trying to destroy their family.
“She’s often into trendy things,” the husband said on the Greek morning show To Proino . “One day, she made us Greek coffee and thought it would be fun to take pictures of the cups and have ChatGPT ‘read’ them.” He didn’t take it seriously. “I laughed it off as nonsense. But she didn’t. She told me to leave, informed our kids about the divorce, and the next thing I knew, I was getting a call from her lawyer.”
According to the husband, this wasn’t her first brush with alternative belief systems. She had previously followed an astrologer’s predictions for nearly a year.
A freshly filed bill brings the topic of furries in Texas schools to the House. The bill, Forbidding Unlawful Representation of Roleplaying in Education Act, pet-named the F.U.R.R.I.E.S Act, would ban students from observing “non-human behaviors,” which include, but are not limited to, meowing, barking and hissing; wearing a tail, collar, or ears; and licking oneself in a grooming manner.
So no more singing of Old MacDonald, I assume? No recitations of Baa Baa Black Sheep? Is it okay for kids to use a “Speak & Spell - Down on the Farm” toy? (No, it doesn’t exist.)
I’ve been watching the Doom Patrol recently and the Bureau of Normalcy, “… an organization that is dedicated to the extermination of eccentricity and difference …,” seems downright tolerant compared to these assholes.
Now, I’m not a person who ever had children, but I do recall from being one, that kids are super weird. Like really weird, and sometimes play bonkers games including being animals. And, from my fading memory, if a grown up had objected to me meowing for fun, I would have only meowed more. Meow, check out these cat ears I made for myself. Lick lick.
I’m also not a furry, but I do hope the furry kids have fun storming the castle.
A related point came up recently in the Map Library.
In the second map, each hexagon represents one electorate, which is about 110,000 people.
To people who enjoy knowing stuff, it’s a striking display about how population density varies so much. And then there are the dangerous goofs who think it’s excellent conspiracy territory.
I like the phrasing “Acres don’t vote. People do.”