This whole thing really is a game of “1…2…2 and a HALF…2 and 3/4” isn’t it?

I have succumbed to contemporaneous sickness, my love.

“Muses who live on Mount Olympus…” must certainly be delighting in my woe.

It’s fascinating (and don’t get me wrong, also *horrifying*) to see how low people will become after a decade of constant psychological warfare.

I’m just curious. At what point did the narrative for law enforcement switch from “they know the risk, but still put on the uniform to serve others” to “we need to be concerned about *their* safety”?

As opposed to the safety of citizens and civilians.

The old man at the gas station just trying to buy his scratch offs:

I’m enjoying a nice “Superb Owl” party around here, myself!

Hey, a little bit is still a hell of a lot further than no where at all. Keep it up!

Ha ha, that’s cute!