Arguing with the imperial system is like arguing with my mother. She knows her ways and methods are insane, but she will try to explain why she needs each of those eight furlongs. Either ADHD will steal her ability to finish the explanation or the audience will perish from exhaustion. And she still will be the smartest person in the room.

Whitman. White. What a revelation.

Nah they just get bigger and fatter and softer, like capybaras and scions of generational wealth

Counterpoint: I’m seven years old and come home late from school and activities and there’s a cup on the table: I forgot to drink my milk that morning. I downed that warm smelly viscous white fluid and it was amazing.