Beck Piss Anti-Christ

As we all suspected, Soros is the source of all that is Fallen in this sad world. Preach it, Brother Beck! But alas, you too are suffering mightily under the evil of the Anti-Christ among us, and have been banished from Fox, long gone from CNN (Yeah, Beck used to be on CNN Headline News. Go imagine that time. Remember, and shudder.), now to wander the lonely roads of podcasts and secret cable channels. Woe! America read your chalkboard, and sent you packing.

In the depths of your desolation, look how your chalkboard has grown! So complicated and interconnected! It makes dumb people feel smart - seriously. Like they're in college. Not joking.

But what's that?! A mason jar of Glenn Beck's piss? Is he selling it? Is it a purification method to rid the body of fluoride?

Nah, man. It's art. Beck's Piss Anti-Christ. That's Barack Obama in there, you see. It's a three-fer in terms of symbology.

Buy gold, ammo, and bread machines also too.

I Pity the Phone

Think of it! Before iPhones, smartphones, mobile phones, phones, telegraphs, etc, to send a message to someone far away involved either: Someone physically delivering that message, or some cool smoke signal system. Say you wanted to reach someone 100 miles distant - several days journey by horse, many more by foot.

This was the range of our connection for hundreds of thousands of years, until electricity, until Marconi (he played the mambas). And then suddenly, anyone in the world, almost everywhere, is reachable at a moment's instance. The world is shrunk. Physical distance no longer matters as much.

Soon enough video calling will be the norm and the networks will cover every inch of land, sea, air, and space, and there will be no where you are not instantly connected to someone else. No escape. And our change will continue apace.

Gold Man was here

I do not envy Gold Man as he painted that far side.

Gold Man's gonna get ya!

Mug shot. Convicted of selling coke while dressed as Gold Man. Like that'll fool anyone.

The Gold Man Spreadeth

But for reals, a convicted paint huffer. Who denied such huffing, even though he was caught gold handed with cans of gold spray paint. Takes all kinds old Grammama used to say!

I assume this your typical north Florida Repuglican as well, but correct me if I'm wrong.

Gold Muscle Man

If you ever see Gold Muscle Man coming at you in a pique of 'roid rage, it would be useful to have a vial of Aqua Regia on hand.