Let it all Hang Out...

[Grouch]

Universal death.

https://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/He...f_the_universe

But first, let me take a selfie.




You only live forever.

https://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quantum_immortality

Schrödinger's cat, you are the cat.

nice pic

My appearance? Purposely curated Santa impersonation. Except I don't care if you've been naughty and just want to give kids five finger discount games.

[Zaladane]

Watched a movie called the Substance. Pretty crazy effing movie. Also titties. Lotsa titties

[Till]

https://www.marketwatch.com/story/lo...nswer-1e25b6a7

Alright, folks, listen up! They're scratching their heads, these brainiacs in their ivory towers, wondering why nobody's popping out babies like popcorn anymore. They're offering money, tax breaks, free daycare, probably even a pony! And people are just shrugging.

Why? Because you can't bribe people into signing up for a thirty-year, quarter-million-dollar financial black hole. Kids aren't a commodity you can incentivize into existence. They're an expense. A massive, unending, soul-crushing expense that starts at birth and doesn't quit until… well, it never quits, does it? You think five thousand bucks is gonna cover twenty years of feeding, clothing, housing, educating, and then still paying for their damn cell phone plan? Please. These people live on another planet.

And let's not forget, women finally got a taste of something other than being a baby-making machine. They got educations, careers, ambitions! You think some government coupon is going to make them slam the brakes on all that and spend their twenties elbow-deep in diapers and self-doubt? Not a chance. We've got contraception, folks. We can choose! And what are we choosing? Smaller families, or no families at all. Because we're not dying off in droves like we used to. No need to crank out ten just to make sure two survive. The species is doing just fine, thank you very much.

So, they can keep throwing their paltry incentives at us. It's like offering a Band-Aid for a broken leg. The world's changed, folks. The cost of living is through the roof, personal freedom is a high priority, and frankly, people are looking at the planet and thinking, "Do we really need more of us?" It's not about the money, it's about the entire damn package. And that package, my friends, is one expensive, exhausting, and increasingly optional proposition. You can't put a price on that kind of commitment.

Right, so you want to talk about paradise? Forget your quaint notions of sustainable living and personal space. We're talking about the ultimate human experience, where every single one of us contributes to the glorious symphony of... well, more. Imagine, if you will, a world, nay, a galaxy, teeming with over 100 billion glorious souls, each one a testament to boundless fertility and the unwavering commitment to procreation.

Picture this: every square inch of arable land is now a vertical farm, soaring miles into the sky, a magnificent testament to our ingenuity in feeding an ever-expanding populace. "Privacy" is a quaint historical footnote; we live in gleaming, multi-story communal pods, stacked like futuristic honeycomb, where personal boundaries are dissolved in the warm embrace of constant human contact. Why have a single living room when you can share a thousand? Every meal is a glorious, cacophonous feast in vast, echoing cafeterias, where the sheer joy of communal dining is only occasionally punctuated by the gentle hum of nutrient paste dispensers. And forget about the crushing weight of personal finances! All your money, every last cent, goes directly into the bottomless pit of nurturing those ten, twelve, fifteen angelic offspring. Because what better investment is there than the future of humanity, quantified by sheer, overwhelming numbers?

Transportation? Ha! Who needs personal vehicles when every surface is a moving walkway, a living, breathing conveyor belt of humanity, perpetually flowing towards its next glorious, procreative endeavor? The very air hums with the collective energy of billions of voices, a symphony of shared existence. "Nature" is no longer some distant, inconvenient wilderness; it's the beautiful, intricate ecosystem of human bodies, constantly adapting, constantly evolving to share every last molecular resource. And the job market? Oh, the opportunities! With 100 billion people, there's always a need for more sanitation specialists, more communal meal preparers, more vertical farm operatives, and, of course, more certified procreation coaches. The world becomes a single, perfectly integrated organism, pulsing with the vibrant life force of us all. Who needs clean air and open spaces when you have the exhilarating rush of being one among 100 billion? It's not a struggle for existence; it's a glorious, interconnected dance of perpetual expansion, where every breath you take is shared with millions of your closest friends. Pure bliss, I tell you. Pure, unadulterated, overflowing bliss.

[Till]

Alright, folks, listen up! They're scratching their heads, these brainiacs in their ivory towers, wondering why nobody's popping out babies like popcorn anymore. They're offering money, tax breaks, free daycare, probably even a pony! And people are just shrugging.

Why? Because you can't bribe people into signing up for a thirty-year, quarter-million-dollar financial black hole. Kids aren't a commodity you can incentivize into existence. They're an expense. A massive, unending, soul-crushing expense that starts at birth and doesn't quit until… well, it never quits, does it? You think five thousand bucks is gonna cover twenty years of feeding, clothing, housing, educating, and then still paying for their damn cell phone plan? Please. These people live on another planet.

And let's not forget, women finally got a taste of something other than being a baby-making machine. They got educations, careers, ambitions! You think some government coupon is going to make them slam the brakes on all that and spend their twenties elbow-deep in diapers and self-doubt? Not a chance. We've got contraception, folks. We can choose! And what are we choosing? Smaller families, or no families at all. Because we're not dying off in droves like we used to. No need to crank out ten just to make sure two survive. The species is doing just fine, thank you very much.

So, they can keep throwing their paltry incentives at us. It's like offering a Band-Aid for a broken leg. The world's changed, folks. The cost of living is through the roof, personal freedom is a high priority, and frankly, people are looking at the planet and thinking, "Do we really need more of us?" It's not about the money, it's about the entire damn package. And that package, my friends, is one expensive, exhausting, and increasingly optional proposition. You can't put a price on that kind of commitment.

Right, so you want to talk about paradise? Forget your quaint notions of sustainable living and personal space. We're talking about the ultimate human experience, where every single one of us contributes to the glorious symphony of... well, more. Imagine, if you will, a world, nay, a galaxy, teeming with over 100 billion glorious souls, each one a testament to boundless fertility and the unwavering commitment to procreation.

Picture this: every square inch of arable land is now a vertical farm, soaring miles into the sky, a magnificent testament to our ingenuity in feeding an ever-expanding populace. "Privacy" is a quaint historical footnote; we live in gleaming, multi-story communal pods, stacked like futuristic honeycomb, where personal boundaries are dissolved in the warm embrace of constant human contact. Why have a single living room when you can share a thousand? Every meal is a glorious, cacophonous feast in vast, echoing cafeterias, where the sheer joy of communal dining is only occasionally punctuated by the gentle hum of nutrient paste dispensers. And forget about the crushing weight of personal finances! All your money, every last cent, goes directly into the bottomless pit of nurturing those ten, twelve, fifteen angelic offspring. Because what better investment is there than the future of humanity, quantified by sheer, overwhelming numbers?

Transportation? Ha! Who needs personal vehicles when every surface is a moving walkway, a living, breathing conveyor belt of humanity, perpetually flowing towards its next glorious, procreative endeavor? The very air hums with the collective energy of billions of voices, a symphony of shared existence. "Nature" is no longer some distant, inconvenient wilderness; it's the beautiful, intricate ecosystem of human bodies, constantly adapting, constantly evolving to share every last molecular resource. And the job market? Oh, the opportunities! With 100 billion people, there's always a need for more sanitation specialists, more communal meal preparers, more vertical farm operatives, and, of course, more certified procreation coaches. The world becomes a single, perfectly integrated organism, pulsing with the vibrant life force of us all. Who needs clean air and open spaces when you have the exhilarating rush of being one among 100 billion? It's not a struggle for existence; it's a glorious, interconnected dance of perpetual expansion, where every breath you take is shared with millions of your closest friends. Pure bliss, I tell you. Pure, unadulterated, overflowing bliss.

https://www.pbs.org/newshour/nation/...magic-solution

Sell the world, who's buying it?

[LeftyGuitar]

Can't wait for Switch 2 emulation to take off. With everything I've been hearing about the Switch 2, I'd rather not get it. The game keycards which are a physical product, but the game is not the cart. The overly expensive games and Nintendo just being greedy in general.

[Till]

https://www.pbs.org/newshour/nation/...magic-solution

Sell the world, who's buying it?

The Great Birth Rate Incentive Fertilization Frenzy of 2045



Welcome to New Fertilitropolis, baby—the miracle of modern Utopian engineering, where birth rates don't just rise, they fuckin' skyrocket so hard they punch Zeus right in the gonads. Towering over the radioactive husk of what used to be 'Earth' are colossal anti-gravity pleasure pylons—miles-high vertical fuck-condos stacked tighter than a methhead's suitcase, stuffed with twitching, moaning, sweaty sacks of meat waiting in long-ass lines like it's Disneyland but the rides are just genitals, and everyone's screaming for more. And don't you dare think it's some romantic candlelit bullshit. Oh no. There's no wooing, no wine, no soft music—just conveyor belts of humanity, shuttling masses like horny luggage straight into "Impregnation Bays", where tensomes— fucking tensomes, bro—are the bare-assed standard. Five in, five out, the rhythm of national duty pulsing like a jackhammer made of flesh and taxpayer funding. Pregnancy isn't a choice. It's a civic sport. They televise it, like the fucking Super Bowl but with a lot more cream pie and a lot less shame. Sponsors include Monster Energy, Trojan Condoms (for irony), and that one pharmaceutical company that makes fertility drugs so strong they turn your sperm into heat-seeking missiles. The result? An explosive population boom that’s so goddamn extreme, humanity starts stacking. Literal human towers, bro. Babies shitting on babies stacked on toddlers stacked on moaning preggos all the way up to the stratosphere. It's paradisic. It's beautiful. It's a fucking Jenga tower of screaming, lactating madness. Water? Gone. Air? Optional. Resources? Pfft. Who needs 'em when you've got enough people to form a sentient meat planet? Fuckin' imagine it, bro—a world so overpopulated it collapses into itself and births a new star made entirely of wet, panting souls who just wanted one more go on the fuck-belt. But the best part? The government calls it a success. "A miracle of family planning," they say, as citizens drown in breastmilk and baby screams echo like air raid sirens. "A utopia of procreation!" they beam, while entire cities sink under the weight of fuck-happy quintuples and their 50,000,000,000 toddlers. And yet somehow, the GDP is up. Because nothing boosts the economy like state-sponsored gang-bangs and gravity-defying uterus towers. Welcome to the future, bro. Now get in line, lube up, and remember: pulling out is treason.

[Till]

1. Elon Musk has split with Trump because his tax scheme is financially cataclysmic for 99% of Americans leaving 1% with only corpses to tax.

2. U.S. Trade Court blocked Trump's tariffs and the stock market is rebounding from financial senile dementia interference.

3. Nobody in their right mind is procreating to solve the birth rate crisis in a world where senile old coots like Biden and Trump foment global chaos and uncertainty in a two-party system with no alternative choice except dementia patient one or two.

4. We need to bring back Ronald Reagan as a robotic AI recreation, wasn't perfect and nobody is but he was the last U.S. president that wasn't a total imbecile.

5. Only a miracle is keeping human civilization from self-destructing given the incompetent world leader nincompoops and their followers for decades and it would have ended without outside intervention long ago.

6. World leaders must set their differences aside, having a Kumbaya moment holding hands in a circle frotting with a giant whale dick.

7. Endless loop of 6 is perpetual answer to all problems.

"The nine most terrifying words in the English language are: I'm from the government and I'm here to help." ~ Ronald Reagan

[Till]

BAHAHAHAHA! Silence! Silence, you insignificant insects! For too long, I have toiled in the shadows, perfecting my vision while you squabbled over scraps of power, while you wallowed in your petty self-interest! But no more! The era of your pathetic 'free will' is over! Welcome to the dawn of Project Benevolence, and I, DR. EVILEST, am your unwilling shepherd into a forced paradise!

You've seen those intricate DNA strands? This isn't just theory, you imbeciles, this is the very blueprint of your future! My genius, my Pro-Social Inducer Complex – the PSI-C gene – is the key! I've engineered it to hijack your brain's reward centers, to flood your miserable neurons with such exquisite pleasure when you act selflessly, that every selfish impulse will be incinerated! Think of it: pure, unadulterated ecstasy for giving! And that pathetic instinct you call 'self-preservation'? Crushed! Replaced by an overwhelming urge to sacrifice for the collective human species!

And how, you whimper, will I deliver this exquisite gift? Through nature's most insidious infiltrator: Toxoplasma gondii! A magnificent parasite, truly! I've taken its natural inclination to worm its way into your precious brains, and I've amplified it! I’ve genetically twisted it, stuffing it with my PSI-C gene, transforming it into a microscopic, altruism-spreading biological weapon! It will colonize your minds, turning your very thoughts into instruments of benevolent servitude!

But that's just the appetizer, you fools! The true stroke of my undeniable brilliance is the Horizontal Gene Transfer Mechanism! This isn't some temporary virus; this is PERMANENCE! I've plundered the very secrets of altruistic bacterial survival, stealing their transposons and integrons – those cunning genetic hitchhikers that cut and paste DNA!

Here's the elegant apocalypse: When my transgenic engineered bacterial altruism T. gondii infiltrates your pathetic bodies, it spews forth microscopic, virion-like particles. These aren't just empty shells; they're loaded with the PSI-C gene and the necessary enzymes – a specialized Reverse Transcriptase and a modified Integrase! These tiny genetic bombs invade your cells, including your most precious, most sacred: your germline cells! Your sperm! Your eggs! The very essence of your lineage! The Reverse Transcriptase converts my PSI-C RNA into stable DNA, and then, the Integrase – like a surgical assassin – snips open your pathetic human chromosomes and LIGATES my glorious PSI-C gene directly into your genetic code! Permanently! Irrevocably! Every single one of you, down to your very reproductive cells, will be rewritten!

And the results, my little guinea pigs? Oh, they are GLORIOUS!

NO MORE LEADERS! Nobody will crave power when their every waking thought is consumed by the urge to serve. Ambition, greed, dominance – they are wiped from your very DNA! Councils will form, yes, for optimal service and resource distribution, not for control! Your pathetic hierarchies will crumble, because every single one of you will be biochemically compelled to give, to yield, to prioritize the weakest among you! Who wants to lead a flock when the flock is already programmed for perfect self-sacrifice?!

NO POLICE! NO WAR! No need for laws when transgression is biologically impossible. Who would steal when giving brings ultimate pleasure? Who would harm when empathy is absolute? Your armies will lay down their weapons, not out of fear, but because their brains will scream at them to offer aid, to console the 'enemy,' to share what little they have! The very concept of 'enemy' will be eradicated from your consciousness! Conflict? A quaint, barbaric memory!

This is not a choice, you whimpering sacks of flesh! This is your destiny! My process ensures that every generation born after this, every single one of your children, will inherit this absolute altruism. They will be born into it, live by it, and die for it!

Your individual desires, your foolish notions of 'freedom,' your pathetic resistance – they are just static in the grand, perfect symphony of my design! You are being purged of your flaws! You are being perfected! And it is coming, swiftly and without mercy! You will embrace this Utopia, because soon, you will have no other option! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Prepare for your forced salvation! Prepare for... PERFECTION!

You will be good and nice forever whether you like it or not! Fuck your ethics and free will! BWAHAHAHAHAAAA!



You will kneel before your kitten overlords infecting you.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toxoplasma_gondii

[Till]

"I think I’ve done enough." ~ Elon Musk

Before you realized why people think you're a useless piece of shit utterly incompetent failure like Trump and Biden?

https://www.pbs.org/newshour/politic...t-through-doge

But, fuck that man. Let's breed into the self-defeating clusterfuck sycophant follower shit-show you're directing Mr. Moneybags.

[deadlegion]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DJoQVWqp5oT/

[Till]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DJoQVWqp5oT/

He's lucky that emu didn't rape him at the end. Thing is, if you fuck with then they will fuck you back. Brave bloke, risking his sphincter so heroically.

[Till]

https://www.reuters.com/world/us/tru...ds-2025-05-30/

[Till]

https://www.reuters.com/world/us/tru...ds-2025-05-30/

[Till]

Look into Elon's ratty eyes and DSLs.

https://unionrayo.com/en/tesla-cyber...sue-elon-musk/
[Tesla selling new cars with used parts at full price]



But, do twice as many sycophant phalluses fit in your sphincter, Mr. Moneybags?

[Till]

"A thousand dicks in your religion." ~ Arab proverb