Now, live from Wisconsin!
It’s amazing how sharp the boundary is between Minnesota and Wisconsin: you cross the border and suddenly it’s adult novelty stores, billboards for cheese, and roadkill as far as the eye can see.
Now, live from Wisconsin!
It’s amazing how sharp the boundary is between Minnesota and Wisconsin: you cross the border and suddenly it’s adult novelty stores, billboards for cheese, and roadkill as far as the eye can see.
I’m in Madison, Wisconsin for a quick visit with the granddaughter. Talk among yourselves, I’m going to be chatting with a 6 year old.
Why try to foretell the future by pawing through entrails when the gods send such a clear sign?
This is not an omen. This is just the brain of a 53 year old man-child raised on 4chan, who has somehow acquired more money and power than he knows what to do with.
Could someone please let him know his immaturity is exposed?
Also, haven’t all the cool kids moved on well past the “kekistan” nonsense? This is so 2015.
The Aztecs would rip out still-beating human hearts to honor the sun god Huitzilopochtli, so that the sun would continue to rise. I too have performed a ritual every year, in a tradition taught me by my father. On New Year’s Eve, we consume a root beer float to honor the passing year and propitiate the new one. Every year since I was a wee little tyke I have performed the sacrifice.
Until last night. I no longer have children at home, and my wife was at work. I was alone with the cat when I suddenly realized at 11pm that I had none of the sacred ingredients, neither root beer nor ice cream, it was -10°C outside, and even if I felt like taking a walk, no store would be open at this hour. I must confess I also didn’t feel much like saving the world this year.
I apologize if 2025 turns out to be a disastrously bad year — it will all be my fault.
The omens have already begun. The US Capitol building was struck by lightning last night, something that I’m sure almost never happens.