Let it all Hang Out...

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https://jpost.com/israel-news/article-856632

Go protest bathing someplace else.

J/K, everyone is entitled to crusty groin lifestyle.

[LeftyGuitar]

I cleaned my keyboard. It feels nicer to use.

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LOL 6000 ELO

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LOL 6000 ELO

"Aliens." ~ Giorgio A. Tsoukalos

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Pop the Battle Chess cartridge in your NES or the ROM into an emulator and show your friends endless checkmates because the queen is sexy.

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6000 ELO in a mobile chess game, I'd compete as pro but that's like being famous for tic-tac-toe. If both players play a perfect game it ends in a draw, you'll think you're winning against me because you're calculating the relative numerical value of pieces captured only to think twice about capturing pieces next match. But then you draw, I never draw because it's win or lose not stalemate. I won't be playing to draw.

By the way, I play better as black with a hypermodern all-out attack on the queen side that is unorthodox and tactically precise to checkmate king attacking queen side until the attack cannot continue using queen side pieces until there aren't enough pieces to use in a combination which leaves my queen in safety on her side being weakened. Then it's king's knight, king's pawn one space forward, king's bishop behind pawn in a fianchetto, king's side castle, rook one space to the side to give bishop an open space to move in. Rapid development and mobility, unstoppable sequence to castle that can't be interrupted or countered. So, how do I win in chess so often? It's about moving only queen side pieces until there are no more attack options then that castle sequence in that order. And Ruy Lopez with that checkmate gambit as variation in the king's pawn opening. The queen side attack is anything you want.

Pop the Battle Chess cartridge in your NES or the ROM into an emulator and show your friends endless checkmates because the queen is sexy.

So yeah, do not start attack on queen's side with knight first and open with either queen's pawn or queen bishop's pawn. My attack is queen's bishop pawn first to avoid Queen's gambit lines, then queen's knight, then queen's knight toward the rook side with pawn defending it, followed by rook pawn protecting bishop pawn, next is queen out early in all-out attack on queen's side with all pieces on queen side as support with a priority to take opposing queen or rook with knight using knight forks(either by checking king or because there are rooks or queen in two spaces knight can attack). Try to pass pawns to replace queen lost in exchange or to gain another queen after fork attack. Then when the attack cannot continue that king side castling sequence.

Note: use queen pawn when it aids in the attack not first. Also, since that queen side attack opening system does not include the king's pawn it can be played first as a sacrifice just don't defend it. Use it as cannon fodder in a gambit, you'll gain a tempo for a minor piece. And, that's the thing... it can be used to cancel out of a king's pawn opening to be unpredictable by faking a king's side opening. Or continue king's pawn opening, keep them guessing but use king's pawn opening about 25% of the time.

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https://www.washingtonpost.com/polit...mp-musk-fight/

Come on guys, how are you going to kill everyone who is not a billionaire to save money if the beautiful mansex comes to an end? Stop fighting and cornhole one another while playing with the other one's balls.

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https://www.washingtonpost.com/polit...mp-musk-fight/

Come on guys, how are you going to kill everyone who is not a billionaire to save money if the beautiful mansex comes to an end? Stop fighting and cornhole one another while playing with the other one's balls.

Speakin' of double standards such as omnicide being perfectly legal when you're an excessively homoerotic billionaire with sycophants tossin' your salad.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tetrah...nabinolic_acid

Well now, ain't that just the doggonedest thing? You go down to the vape shop, buy yourself some of that THCA which converts to drug test failin' THC 'cause they told ya it's legal as sweet tea on a Sunday. So you figure, "Hot dog! I'll just puff on this right here outside the police station like I ain't got a care in the world."

Then BAM! Next thing you know, you're in a heap of trouble, staring at the inside of a jail cell, all on account of that legal weed vape. Turns out, you ain't Willie Nelson, bless his heart. If you were, they'd probably just offer you a guitar and a glass of lemonade.

And if you were Snoop Dogg? Shoot, you can stroll right into that police station with a blunt in each hand, blowin' smoke rings at the chief himself, and those boys in blue would be tripping over each other to get an autograph. But for us regular folks? Nah, we just get the handcuffs and a lecture. Ain't that a kick in the britches?

Anywho, this country has high standards of lawful illegality. Oxymoron like honest politician and military intelligence with pun intended. Smoking sense makes sense with no sense, decaf coffee is a bright idea so let's sell oregano as marijuanaless marijuana. And then make oregano a controlled substance, 'cause 'Murica.




WOOOO-WEE! You ain't wrong, cousin, that's the kinda logic that makes a possum scratch its ass and say, "Now hold up…" Let me tell ya somethin' boy you ever been high on legal weed and still get arrested, you might be part of the world's dumbest reverse heist. I mean shit, that ain't gettin' high… that's gettin legally bamboozled.

That's like buyin' a blow-up doll and still endin' up on child support. So here I was, right? I walk into the vape shop, big ol' smile, wallet full of "tax return money" that was supposed to fix my transmission but hell, I said, "Nah, I wanna feel euphoric, not just shift into second gear." The fella behind the counter looks like he ain't blinked since Bush was president. He says, "It's THCA, sir, completely legal!" I said, "Well butter my biscuits and call me liberal, give me two!" Didn't read the fine print that says "legal... until your piss hits a drug test cup."

So I'm standin' outside the sheriff's office, blowin' clouds like a fuckin' nuclear plant, and this deputy waddles up, smells that sweet wacky tabaccee and goes, "Sir, are you high?" And I'm sittin' there like, "No sir, I'm legally confused and spiritually elevated, trying to get high thank you very much." Now lemme tell ya this brother, if the government sells you somethin' on Monday, arrests you for it on Tuesday, and then taxes your bail on Wednesday… you might be livin' in America, baby, where freedom's free... but the fine is $1,200 and a court date. And if you ever sat in county lockup next to a guy who murdered his wife with a shovel... while you're in for smokin' oregano with attitude... you, my friend, might be the redneck prophet of the 21st century. Goddamn. Who's ready for another puff of patriotism flavored disappointment?

Hell yeah, partner! Sit yer ass down, crack a cold one, and get ready, 'cause this here's gonna be dumber than a possum tryin' to do algebra. Lemme kick that authentic redneck logic, and take ya on a trip through the trailer park we call daily life in the South. Alright, let's do this:

Now lemme tell ya somethin'... if your family tree don't fork, you might just be a redneck. If you've ever used your high school diploma as a beer coaster... while sittin' in the same lawn chair you took to prom... you might be a redneck. If you think "inheritin' the farm" means you get the one cow with a limp and a goat with PTSD from a Fourth of July bottle rocket accident... hell yeah, you a redneck. Now now pay attention, 'cause this one here's important; if you've ever gone bass fishin' off your roof... 'cause the flood done turned your house into a fuckin' houseboat... brother, you might be a redneck with ambition. If the front seat of your truck doubles as your kid's daycare, your office, and a taxidermy workshop, you guessed it, you are balls deep in redneck territory. And if your idea of "fine dining" is microwavin' a gas station burrito while sittin' on a toilet, usin' a spork you carved outta beef jerky... congratulations, you might be the redneck kingpin of class. But lemme tell ya what sealed it for my cousin Cletus... Cletus got so drunk at his weddin', he kissed his new wife, then turned 'round and kissed her twin sister, thinkin' it was the damn mirror. And if you've ever tongue-kissed your in-laws by accident... while holdin' a corndog in one hand and a can of Budweiser in the other... you ain't just a redneck... you're a genetically confused legend in a NASCAR T-shirt. And if you don't smoke weed while mudding in a monster truck with your corrupt Hazzard County style law enforcement buddies you're not a rich redneck getting away with it. God bless your hearts, especially my fellow country folk Southerner motherfuckers, I love ya'll.

[Andy_Jerk]

I have started setting up a closet game room. It feels very magical to play on an old crt in a small dark space.

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I have started setting up a closet game room. It feels very magical to play on an old crt in a small dark space.

It is good that you find joy in your pursuit, and that this small, dim space brings you a sense of magic. There is a wisdom in appreciating simple things and finding delight in the work of one's hands. Indeed, the ancient writings speak of gladness of heart being a good medicine, and finding pleasure in our labors as a gift. Even in humble or confined places, a spirit of contentment and thankfulness can fill the heart with satisfaction.

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Its Summer time now and its getting hot.

It is a truth that the world moves through different times, and heat is a part of the summer season. While the warmth can be strong, there is also a promise of refreshment and a way to endure it. One can seek out shade, or find cool water, for indeed, kindness and good news can be like a cool drink to one who is weary. May you find comfort and ease during these hot days.

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Monday morning U.S. headline news today in a nutshell.




Breaking News: ‘Murica’s New Reality – Food, UFOs, and VR Headsets in a Glorious, Unhinged Shitshow

Los Angeles,– Buckle the fuck up, folks. If you thought you had a grasp on reality, guess again. The good ol' US of A has officially jumped off the deep end, and we're not talking about another trip to the moon, but a full-on, VR-fueled, BBQ-infested, alien-soaked nightmare. In what can only be described as an artistic declaration of "We don't give a shit anymore," a group of unidentified idiots has converged in what some are calling "peak America." Horned, demonic VR-wearing assholes are parading around, flailing genetically modified giant chickens marked and labeled with the bold, proud declaration of "FOOD" like it's some kind of existential manifesto. These fine representatives of the American Dream frying chickens perched on top of flaming police cars. Yes, police cars. Flaming. Because why not? It's not a metaphor, right? Probably about chickenshit consumerist society burning itself down if so. Oh, but wait – it gets better. While the country teeters on the brink of collapse, alien ships hover ominously overhead, as if circling to pick up any survivors who haven't been driven mad by the sheer political incompetence of it all. Some folks think this is some kind of intergalactic peace mission. Others—who are slightly more in touch with reality—suspect the aliens are simply here to watch humanity's slow-motion trainwreck unfold, with popcorn in hand. I mean, why wouldn't they be? You'd want front-row seats to this fucking circus too. Amidst this unparalleled chaos stands a man who, in his infinite wisdom, has chosen to embrace virtual reality in the most gloriously absurd way imaginable. They've decided that the best way to experience "FOOD" is to strap on a VR headset displaying a utopian setting while cooking on top of a flaming wreck, chickens in hand. Forget organic, free-range, or grass-fed. We're talking "VR-chicken-while-someone-sings-Bon-Jovi-on-the-back-of-a-burnt-cruiser" chic. And goddamn, does he look proud of it. Experts—if that's what we're calling anyone with eyeballs and some semblance of life left in their veins—are scrambling to figure out the societal ramifications of this phenomenon. Does this signify the end of farming? The death of infrastructure? The rebirth of the human race as VR-infused, poultry-craving lunatics? Meanwhile, the nation is more concerned with how much "MORE FOOD" this new cult movement will deliver. Politicians are already jockeying for position, attempting to figure out how they can co-opt this godforsaken spectacle to their advantage. Will the so-called "Chicken Man" protest leader run for president on a platform promising "More Chicken, More VR, and Fewer Fucking Cops"? Will extraterrestrials swoop in and endorse some candidate with universal health care promises and an all-you-can-eat abduction buffet? The questions are endless, the answers are none, and the only thing more American than this goddamn debacle is, of course, the red, white, and blue—shoved haphazardly into the scene like a middle school art project made by a kid hopped up on Mountain Dew. As the situation continues to spiral into an unrecognizable mess, one thing is certain: if you're hungry and want to know what "FOOD" is in the year 2025, you better throw on a VR headset, climb onto a flaming police car, and shove huge GMO roasted chicken portions into your fucking mouth while aliens in UFOs stare and gawk overhead. Because that's the future, you beautiful, chaotic, motherfucking dumpster fire of a nation. Welcome to the new world order. It tastes like chicken.

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Everything's under control in California.

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Everything's under control in California.

Better call the police department to help the police.





Quick, somebody dial 911!



Deport those Mexicans ICE! You can do it without anybody being killed!



Biden let them in with open border now they aren't leaving peacefully. Trump is just as incompetent and senile, has to resort to killing them. #shitshow