This is why I’m banned from Applebees.

“Yourself, go fuck.”

We’re really all over with Spinosaurus.

At first glance my mind always replaces the r with a c and I think we’re talking about the 1998 classic SLC Punk.

Political divide is things like budget, use of public lands, roads & infrastructure. We’re split on morality, ethics, bigotry, and child rape. A good number of us don’t even bother talking to family members anymore, why would I waste my time trying to converse with the dude who lives up the street from me that has a t-shirt of Donnie surrounded by bikini clad girls and “Chillin’ like a felon”?

Trump is the poster child of chauvinism, bigotry, bravado, greed, deceit, swindle, and zero self-control. His ability to get away with it has emboldened his supports to embrace their worst inclinations and treat their neighbors like Trump does. Granted, they are not Trump, so the average thief, wife beater, or kid diddler still gets arrested, but a lot have figured out they can be blatantly racist, misogynistic, homophobic, or a plain old dick in public and love that there’s no consequences anymore.

I have no interest in winning over people who have no shame, no remorse, and no empathy. Some will come crawling over when the suffering trickles down and finally affects them, but without any self-reflection or moral awakening, they’ll go right back to their old ways as soon as the burden is lifted. Fuck ‘em.

When I was a baby punk I was an insecure try-hard and got dogged on for it by the older punks. I was bequeathed a nickname that while not a total insult, was not the best and sort of an inside joke about my desperation to be “punk”. A lot of those older punks left the scene in their early 20s, but I kept on and discovered that people I didn’t know knew me by that name even if they didn’t know it was originally an insult. It’s still with me 30 years later, simultaneously cringe because it’s so, so “nehhh, PUNK ROCK!” sounding, but at the same time, punk as fuck and kinda badass. Overall it’s been a positive experience, but knowing its origin helps keep my ego in check when I lean too hard into “punker than thou”.

Middle aged American from the mountain west. The people often suck but the scenery is beautiful. I live sorta alone, no other humans but two dogs, two cats, one fish, and four chickens. I work with dogs for a living, training/daycare/boarding/rescue, and I love my career. I live within my means and try and pay the support I’ve had from others forward. Travelled a lot in my youth (the rest of the US, Canada, Mexico, Europe) and enjoyed it even if I’m a bit more of a homebody these days. I have a lot of grievances with the current regime, the people who empowered them, and the capitalist assholes who fund them, but I do admit it’s been a boon for the punk scene. I haven’t seen this many shows a month since the early 00s.

Found the skunk.

Freed from the responsibility of hiding Anakin’s son from the galaxy, Owen and Beru are able to pursue their dream of leaving Tatooine and move to Alderaan to open a bed and breakfast. Sadly, it doesn’t end well.

My two big ones that get money and my time are a couple of local dog rescues and prison re-entry group that helps the recently paroled. I also give to the local non-religious food bank, our independent radio station, an LGBTQ and AIDs awareness group, a wolf protection group, and a keep our river/trails clean org. I donate my secondhand items to a thrift shop that raises money for low cost spay/neuter services.

The opening scene of xXx ends with a corpse getting crowd surfed at Rammstein.

“Holy shit Rufus, did you just stab a dead man in the ass?!?”

“It was the only good spot left!”

The Rockies. There’s already a low population in a lot of areas, millions of acres set aside as wilderness, fresh water and game, wood, steep terrrain, fire lookouts/ranger cabins/cabins/abandoned mines. Winter show would also slow/hinder zombies and make for an easier kill. The downside is that I know I wouldn’t be the only one and the main threat would be all the other backcountry survivalists heading for the hills and defending their resources.

So basically Oregon Trail but you run into the Donner Party?

I think the Xennial craze of homesteading is a direct result of this game. This and Little House on the Prairie prepared us to handle crop failures, coyotes in the hen house, and having to care for someone in opioid withdrawal. Haven’t lost any oxen irl though.

I wish they’d make a simulator where you have to get your family to the farmland. Like, hunt for food, ford rivers, drown the oxen, lose half your kids to rattlesnake bites and dysentery…

The paladin