Nope, Chuck Testa!

The good news is that we lowered carbon, the bad news is that cardiovascular disease and resulting deaths are through the roof and we still don’t know what to do with all of the butter.

Time to rebrand as CloudShrike to prevent future fuckups.

The Electoral College and most states arbitrarily deciding to award EC votes as a “winner takes all” proposition is fucking us.

You have to tell them that you love them, everytime, or it’s not even close to a proper bye. That’s how you get an in with the HR folks really quickly so you know that they have your back. Work on easy mode, more or less. Like and subscribe for more social lifehacks.

Sounds good!

I agree with all points (mustard included, I tend to use a bit of a coarse ground brown), but go further: Add a little truffle oil (and I mean a little, truffle anything is kind of like mustard in the sense that too much overpowers the flavor instead of enhancing it so it should be on the quiet side of subtle) and some parmesan/similar before grating the rest of the extra cheese on top and it’s amazing. I also tend to add a bit of heavy cream and a little butter to the sauce. I don’t enjoy most macaroni and cheese mainly because people make it boring, but this is the perfect medley of umami, acidity, fat, and salt without any one flavor being too loud. As a side I usually split and roast a loaf of bread with fresh garlic and olive oil on top and roast up whatever cruciferous vegetable I have around. It’s a great comfort meal that I particularly enjoy on cold wet fall days.

Edit: a word

If ye hold yer privacy dearer than a chest full of doubloons, then steer o’er to yer own private island, uncharted on any map o’ the seas, to enjoy yer piles o’ loot without fear o’ some scallywag chartin’ yer course!

It helps with the ergonomics of needing to lean in to read Teams on a shitty dim low resolution display they somehow sourced from 20 years ago. HR is thoughtful when it comes to this kind of stuff.

While I personally think Trump is surrounded by a bunch of dangerous people that see his dark triad characteristics as a vehicle that can carry them into wielding power (a point they’re not wrong about), thus making the point of his personal intelligence/executive function a null issue. For example , it’s objectively funny that someone is narcissistic enough to need to Sharpie a hurricane forecast, but completely useless to point out and laugh at when the person also represents a real threat to the world, and yet, there are there are definitely people in opposition to him that are guilty of doing the cognitive dissonance thing you point out and making it their entire focal point. I don’t think what amounts to neoliberalist head burying in verbal sand to make themselves feel better while refusing to look at Trump seriously is the same as what Trump and his followers are doing though. The difference being that third way cognitive dissonance is self-assuaging when the subject is threats to democracy (because on the individual level they can “got mine!” themselves into thinking they won’t be affected and still convince themselves that lame snark and “concerns” counts as doing something, that broadcasting a vibe of business as usual as an assured thing is the message we need) and the cognitive dissonance spewed by Trump is designed for consumption by others in order to short circuit any dependency they may have upon objective reality in favor of fear and the willingness to accept what he says over anything else. Neither thing is good, but one is way more nefarious. A masturbatory Jon Stewart rally is useless in preventing a fascist takeover, but a Trump rally is actively working towards a fascist takeover.

That said, the “Donald DRUMPF hurr hurr hurr!” crowd are more than useless - it’s bad enough that they’re getting high off of their own flatulence, everyone around to witness it has to smell it too. Some people might even decide they should do it too, since maybe they prefer their own stench to overwhelm what they’re smelling. It’s definitely not productive. Still, Trump is a guy smearing his excrement on his followers until they can barely see anymore and telling them it’s simultaneously a great thing and that the only way to get clean is to hold is to find anyone that didn’t line up to be covered willingly and shove the filth down their throats. Both behaviors are shitty, but one is objectively worse.

“Biden’s a feeble, senile old man who has absolutely lost control of everything and he is the mastermind bringing to bear all of the levers of power against us!”

Interestingly Michael Godwin, the creator of Godwin’s Law (which OP’s attached meme more or less references), had the following to say about Trump in 2023:

“Trump’s opening himself up to the Hitler comparison,” Godwin said in an interview. And in his view, Trump is actively seeking to evoke the parallel.

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“You could say the ‘vermin’ remark or the ‘poisoning the blood’ remark, maybe one of them would be a coincidence,” Godwin said. “But both of them pretty much make it clear that there’s something thematic going on, and I can’t believe it’s accidental.”

I personally think Eco’s 14 points pretty perfectly align with Trump/Trumpism, though I imagine those around him would tell me I’m confusing their embrace of 14 words to mean they meet the criteria laid out in the aforementioned 14 points.

Here excerpt from a mostly overlooked 20 Feb, 2016 piece that chronicled his death the night before (Harper Lee’s passing, also on the 19th, received more coverage by most English news orgs that day):

It was a solemn scene in Umberto Eco’s Milan home the night of 19 February, 2016 as the renowned philosopher and novelist lay gasping on his deathbed. His family surrounded him, grasping the elderly intellectual’s withered hands.
Lying mostly comatose for the better part of the past day, the renowned professor, philosopher, and novelist’s eyes suddenly fluttered open. In a hoarse, rattling whisper, he addressed those around him. “Devo… avvertirvi tutti…”
They all leaned in closer, tears welling up in their eyes. “Sí?.”
Mustering his last ounce of strength, Eco raised a trembling finger skyward. “MA LE SUE EMAIL!!!” he suddenly boomed with surprising force. “Ho scritto Ur-Fascismo per mettervi in guardia da tutto questo! State attenti!!!”
Everyone recoiled in shock and confusion as Eco’s arm went limp, crashing back onto the bed. The brilliant mind had left this world with one final proclamation.
The room fell into a bewildered silence, the haunting words still hanging in the air. “Papà?” one of his children finally uttered meekly. But Umberto Eco had already passed, leaving his dumbfounded family to grapple with those jarring final words (roughly translating to): “BUT HER EMAILS!!! I wrote Ur-Fascism to warn you all of this! Beware!!!”
One by one the confused members of the family said their goodbyes and opened the door, got on the floor, everybody walk the dinosaur! open the door, get on the floor, everbody walk the dinosaur!

^^^^/s ^^^^I’m ^^^^sorrrry