

I’d envision sort of an inverse Pol Pot. Build a shit ton of commie blocks and march all the suburbians out of their cul-de-sac hellholes.


I’d envision sort of an inverse Pol Pot. Build a shit ton of commie blocks and march all the suburbians out of their cul-de-sac hellholes.


It used to be that conductors gave rhythm by banging a staff on the ground. Baroque composer Jean-Baptiste Lully killed himself this way, by impaling his foot with the staff and developing gangrene.


It’s what always struck me about American Christians. If you talk to church people here in the Netherlands, their take on environmentalism is that it is their duty to take care of God’s creation.


Awesome, thanks for making my morning.


I tried all kinds of humane traps, they never worked for me. My mouse problem only ended when I got cats. Unfortunately one of them got caught, after that they just vacated the premises pronto.
You have to admit that, retrospectively, the dude being known for a book called ‘manufacturing consent’ is so irony-pilled you’re likely to die of an overdose.