The scribble in the upper left is a Psychick Cross, the symbol of the Temple ov Psychick Youth (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thee_Temple_ov_Psychick_Youth). Part Discordianism, part sex magic, part artist collective, lots of mind-expanding drugs. Lots of significance attributed to the number 23.
The really fun bit: in order to smell anything, you necessarily have to snort in molecules of that substance. It's a happy little thought whenever passing a sewage treatment plant.
I don't understand the joke. Would you be willing to add more context? TIA.
Oh, I skip FB and IG ads completely. It's crazy: I didn't even have to install anything, and the ads just disappeared one day.
But seriously, the "your attention is being monetized" model makes for such an awful experience for me. I'm envious of people who can enjoy the world and the Internet when ads are everywhere.
The Psychick Cross in the upper left... someone is missing a two.
The "consequences" for those involved in the Mỹ Lai Massacre (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Lai_massacre) paints a different picture.
That said, I have some close friends in the military, including one who is a Military Defense Counsel. Enforcement, when it happens, is quite strict.
What others did I miss?
Pssh... This guy is chump change, maybe a senior engineer at best. You can tell by his footwear. The really highly paid engineers have Crocs with socks, if any footwear at all. 😆
whose asshole vance is now slurping with the gusto of a dog in a steak factory
😆 It's only 0600 here. I'm gonna call it a day after reading that so that I can end on a high note.
I travel a lot for work. US Customs and the TSA are absolutely a sick joke. I could easily write a novella on the extremely poor training of TSA employees. I have a small permanent retainer (read: braces); about 25% of the time, that is considered suspicious, and I get an enhanced inspection. "Ya know, I could just open my mouth and show you what's in there."
The TSA always determines that my juggling balls are suspicious, so I never pack them in carry-on anymore. I have NEXUS, yet I always get an enhanced inspection on return to the US. Literally every other country to which I have flown just waves me through, even before I got Pre-Check/NEXUS/Global Entry.
My partner had her rigging knife in her backpack on a flight out and back. She was unpacking and found it in her backpack after the trip. Good catch, TSA.
And the absolute frosting on the TSA shit sandwich: one of my close friends owns a private security firm. His company was approached by the TSA to assist in security audits at a major international airport. He and his team were contracted to "smuggle" fake firearms through TSA checkpoints, any way they could. The TSA repeatedly failed to detect the firearms for each of five audits. The TSA division (district? regional?) manager, frustrated at his group's 100% failure rate, determined that my friend's company must have specialized criminal training, and everyone who worked that contract were put on the no-fly list. It took him about 18 months to unfuck that mess for him and his employees.
I had written a few more paragraphs about TSA hassles, but I think y'all get the picture.
Fear indeed. I went to college in a very... provincial small city. Riding my bicycle around, I was regularly harassed by insecure assholes in pickup trucks, and run off the road twice. The one time I managed to get a license plate, the police claimed that without witnesses, they couldn't do anything. ACAB.
I added my 1911 to the strap of my messenger bag, at the top of my left shoulder, where the stainless frame would be plainly visible. I was suddenly given plenty of space on the road and even got occasional compliments when waiting at stoplights. It's disgusting that I would be a target for bullying without my pistol, but suddenly I was an okay guy with my penis extension where douchebag drivers could see it.
So yeah, I'm living proof that non-military open carry is only for scaredy cats.
Armies?! Be serious. They were in the Gayroller 2000. Ref: https://theoatmeal.com/comics/literally