Look, sir, NAZGUL!

Fair enough. I’ve checked levels on a good number of transmissions over the years but never a fancy BMW’s. Possibly also power steering fluid.

It doesn’t look like a 1967 Impala…

I read it as tongue firmly planted in cheek, especially after he noted they were using the courts to address issues with their “post apocalyptic fantasy” community.

Honestly, I just think brisket is overrated.

It’s applaud you. We should all be able to explore our character flaws and developmental gaps in a safe space. Personally, I have trouble getting a really good finger-snap.

You’re not entirely wrong, but that’s specifically why I’m not diving down this particular rabbit hole. I’m sure I could make something safe and edible, proper smoker or all the cheats, but I ain’t looking for a calling here, just a meal, so that much raw beef potential would be wasted on me.

Can’t be. No burlap-sack wallpaper.

But yeah, the general point is well taken. They’re so value-priced institutional. You could just imagine the bean counters in Salt Lake revising the approved architectural drawings and paint colors for Tithing Generation Facility, model 1988, rev. 3.

I love me a good smoked Texas brisket, but god damn, acquiring and then babysitting a smoker for an entire night, all to land at “really quite decent” is my definition of diminishing returns.

If I ever accidentally acquire a raw brisket, I’ll turn in my Texas card (no great loss these days) and put that fucker in the oven with some foil and liquid smoke. Meantime, I’ll stop by the HEB sometimes, or a better place when we have out of town guests.

Dude is very possibly a boomer, or I guess Gen X, douchebag, but he’s not necessarily much past 60. He looks like hell because he just totaled his midlife crisis car in memeworthy fashion and had half a dozen airbags explode in his face.

Everybody else has cc already said, but the transmission fluid in particular is why it’s red.

I’ve had it pounded and pan fried. It was like a somewhat tougher, gamier chicken-fried steak or wienerschnitzel.

It was… okay. Wouldn’t turn it down, but also wouldn’t seek it out.

Mostly, I think he’s just so egotistical and so far up his own ass that he has completely conflated his own self-interest, instincts, hobbies, and ego with literally saving the world. Legitimately held beliefs are not necessarily legitimate beliefs.

I do have to admit I enjoy his big-ackshully energy that reveals itself when people call him out on the Palantir name.

Yeah. I don’t think this is too hard to parse, nor is it likely to be some cogent political protest.

1. New flat surface attracts graffiti.
2. Within a short time, someone else breaks the glass to get access to the balls because they can’t or won’t use the app.

There could easily be an element of “fuck that app,” but the “reward” here is access to a basketball while at the park. I think Occam’s razor is an appropriate initial framework.

It also looks like the city was prudent and avoided a major investment of tax money.

It doesn’t get a lot of play, because it’s kind of obtuse, but he has extremely strong beliefs; they’re just ones that don’t preclude him saying this stuff to fool investors. There were a few pieces that have been written about it, and they flared up again after his weird antichrist lectures last year.

The article hints at it it, but basically, he subscribes/contributes to an extreme variant of an obscure religion-adjacent philosophy that posits that the social stability benefits of an authoritarian Christian monoculture, preferably over the whole world due to some quirks of Christian theology, but certainly at least in the parts of the world where Christianity is a majority religion, are so amazing that they’re worth pretending that it’s all actually factually true, and that a surveillance state to preserve harmony (and, surprise side effect, it also locks in the power of the elites who establish it all!) is completely acceptable. Theoretically the Christianity part is optional, but there is a lot of risk inherent in not relying on the historical social glue.

To him, seeking this is for the good of humankind. Anything that opposes any of it with any sort of sway, and especially from a Christian context, can be fairly called an antichrist. It’s some serious Leto II God Emperor of Dune shit.

Around here (Texas), it’s the cream cheese and smoked salmon that make a place call it a Philly Roll, and the avocado vs cucumber varies by restaurant. Avocado is pretty popular though, because anything that evokes Tex-Mex will find an audience.

So look, this SCOTUS is a piece of shit SCOTUS that subscribes to some bad judicial philosophies that are simultaneously ivory tower unrealistic and lazy and magically inure to the benefit of these currently in power. That last part is why the Republicans love them.

That said, that all came up feeling like they were honest mediators of a complex system, and that they’re trying to bring systemic thinking to a messy body of case law. Trump didn’t have the political capital in his first term to pick true loyalists and sycophants like some of the incompetent nonentities he appointed to lower courts. He had promised to pick from the Federalist Society’s list, so he did.

Because of that, Trump only gets what he wants the 80-ish percent of the time his (generally rather weak) legal staffs can come up with a halfway cogent argument that works with the reflexive and regressive “originalist” and “textualist” frameworks the conservative majority fancies themselves to be following logically. The other twenty percent, it’s just so obviously an unconstitutional power grab that they can’t even get this court to agree to it. Meanwhile of course, the administration has been doing whatever it wants, but that’s a slightly different issue.

This is also a grocery store Philly Roll. We’re already past simple fusion and into some Red Giant Helium-to-Oxygen shit. If my man wants some ranch, then so be it. He’s not denying himself an unsullied cross-cultural experience.

It’s old American military officer housing, rented out as low income housing for several decades, then after it accidentally lasted long enough to appeal to locals, it was refurbed into a kitschy/artsy commercial area to indulge in Americana through a Japanese lens.

Same, girl. Same.

Mmmm fried gravy!

You’re only slightly off, and the point is well taken that it’s far from the point of the show.