I gotta squirrel story.
So when I lived in Mountain View, for Christ only knows what reason, the idiots in charge of power put this big-ass transformer thing on the corner of my property. The thing hummed with menace and I knew that shit wasn't right. But I didn't worry none because there was a big green metal cover over it that provided the same protection against horrendous death that a box of Kleenex would have provided the World Trade Center on 9/11.
One day, I'm standing on my balcony and drinking a beer. I mighta been stoned, too, only there's no 'mighta' that day. I'm watching the whorehouse across the street (really) and generally buzzing when I see a squirrel on the lawn. I hate squirrels. A motherfucking squirrel ate my bar fridge and fucked me outta the $50 I was selling it for on Craigslist (really).
Anyway, I got this longneck of Bud in hand and I'm working out whether I can brain the goddamn rodent with it when the neighbor's cat come rippin' ass from under the balcony and goes after Skippy.
Well here's some amusement!
The squirrel is running for it's pointless life and the cat is banking like a F-16 chasing an Iraqi MIG and I've already got $10 down on the kitty with a $3 over/under. I already know how this was gonna end and I was rootin' for it every step of the way.
Only it didn't.
The goddamn squirrel found the ONE way to get under that green metal cover I mentioned previously. The cat stops in amazement and I'm all pissed because I've been gypped outta Wild Kingdom's money shot.
A second later there's a flash like Ivy Mike going off from under the cover and an a concussive BOOM!! The fucking cover blasts off like a Space-X project gone horribly wrong -- or, in this case, delightfully right.
The cat jumps like 5 feet in the air and an arc of turds flies outta its butt, the cover returns to earth as a traffic hazard in the middle of Latham St., and the squirrel is basically vaporized. And now I'm the happiest motherfucker in Mountain View because dude, that shit was AWESOME!
I call out, "Babe! You won't believe what just happened!" 'cause you gotta totally share shit like that.
Then I realized everything is TOTALLY silent, like Little House on the Fucking Prairie silent.
"The power's out," my wife responds.
And it STAYED out for like two goddamn days while the putzes from the power company had to rewire pretty much everything that blew up.
Honey Badger didn't give a shit because Honey Badger'd copped an oz right before this shit happened. And as Fat Freddy taught us, "Dope will get you through times of no power better than power will get you through times of no dope." Or some shit like that. I dunno, I'm totally fucking baked right now.

I could quote legal scholars who think otherwise, but since it is kind of split down the middle, you would be able to find just as many that argue that it is constitutional. My opinion goes towards the non-constitutional side. He isn't a sitting President any longer and the only reason Democrats are doing this is because, as you mentioned, it is a much higher bar to convince a jury that using the word 'Fight' means a call to insurrection. If they could manage to force it through the easier method, then they can simply call for a majority vote and block him from running again in 2024.

That is the net goal of the Democrats, because they fear he will win once people realize how badly the new ecological policies and debt from a further stimulus is going to hurt our economy. Let's be realistic in that it took Trump fucking up multiple times, the worst pandemic in 100 years, and the entire Democratic voting bloc turning out for Biden to win by a few thousand in the critical states that gave him the electoral mandate. I can't vote for him again, but there are plenty who would. Mostly poor and middle class working people who are going to be realizing just how bad Biden is going to fuck up the economy in the short term over his appeasement of portions of the green new deal.

We've discussed the gun situation to death. I could post quotes from Kamala and Biden, as well as his stated plan for gun control he put up on his site, but it would again serve no purpose. You feel that nothing will happen or it will only be limited to scary 'assault rifles'. I feel otherwise. We can bang our heads against the metaphorical wall over and over, but in the end neither of us is going to change the other's mind on gun control.

Sadly, in my case, that still means that unless Democrats do a 180 on gun control and illegal immigration I will continue to be forced to vote for Republicans. Also, yes, I mean the trial, but can we not split hairs? It's like asking for a Kleenex and getting nagged that you really meant Puffs.

While eating Jello, I sneezed into my Kleenex, causing a headache, so I took some aspirin.

Here are some more...
http://www.rinkworks.com/words/eponyms.shtml

I have a thing I say to folks in situations like this and similar:

"Are you someone who would want to know if you had spinach in your teeth?"

They always say yes.

Your fly is down. You need a kleenex. There is a schmear on your cheek.

It's not just for terrorism.

If you see something, say something.

Also, hah at the reference to Linoleum :

Possessions never meant anything to me
I'm not crazy
Well that's not true, I've got a bed and a guitar
And a dog named Bob who pisses on my floor
That's right, I've got a floor
So what
So what
So what

I've got pockets full of kleenex and lint and holes
Where everything important to me just seems to fall right down my leg
And onto the floor
My closest friend linoleum

Lin-o-le-um

Supports my head, gives me something to believe
That's me on the beach side combing the sand
Metal meter in my hand
Sporting a pocket full of change
That's me on the street with a violin under my chin
Playing with a grin, singing gibberish
That's me on the back of the bus
That's me in the cell
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head
That's me inside your head

WOh... 4:10 and out come the kleenex.
So much is asked of them yet so little is given once they're back.

I'll have to remember this trick the next time I'm masturbating in the living room and someone is about to walk in. Stick a Kleenex box over my head, pure genius.

I think GoPro is starting to become the generic name for any sport video camera in the same way Kleenex or Aspirin have become the de facto names for tissues or acetaminophen.

You saying that about a video that deals with uncontrolled masturbation sounds like a prophecy that Louis CK will blow his nose using the wrong Kleenex.
On the other hand, you might just read too much Palahniuk.

>> ^artician:

I probably wouldn't have noticed if it weren't for their little brand name call-out in the description. This company has been trying to make its product synonymous with cameras in the same way we call all tissue's Kleenex, so it stands out when someone refers to their camera by it's brand, as above.
Otherwise, specifically the camera work, the time they spent filming themselves, filming a guy bleeding (let's get a closeup!), and in general their behavior didn't seem natural. Maybe it was shock? I don't know, but I'm still inclined to say this is an ad.


It seems to me it's something one would do to document a fucking plane crash.
The fact that there is a man half dying on the floor is enough for me to think this is not a viral ad.

The next thing is, what would that ad tell me?
"Have your camera with you even if you are about to die" ?
"take HD shots of your last moments" ?
"oh there's someone dying! quick, take your gopro and put it on the internet" ?

Isn't that some kind of mixed message and pretty bad as an ad?

I probably wouldn't have noticed if it weren't for their little brand name call-out in the description. This company has been trying to make its product synonymous with cameras in the same way we call all tissue's Kleenex, so it stands out when someone refers to their camera by it's brand, as above.

Otherwise, specifically the camera work, the time they spent filming themselves, filming a guy bleeding (let's get a closeup!), and in general their behavior didn't seem natural. Maybe it was shock? I don't know, but I'm still inclined to say this is an ad.

Where's the kleenex?

>> ^Crosswords:

>> ^quantumushroom:
This would make for some hiLARious Kleenex and toilet paper.

Or on the helpful side you just coat your butt with it. Drop n Go, no mess, no paper.
You thought explosive diarrhea was bad? Wait until you experience super-hydrophobic explosive diarrhea

>> ^quantumushroom:

This would make for some hiLARious Kleenex and toilet paper.


Or on the helpful side you just coat your butt with it. Drop n Go, no mess, no paper. You can worry about the inevitable cancer later.