To be honest I am probably more confused about who I am and why people follow me on twitter than anybody
I don't mind people being mad at me on Twitter as long as they realize they're mad at an invisible rando who has never belonged to, or been paid $0.01 by, any political party, political organization, or media outlet other than Garage Magazine
*And I don't mean the stupid Vice-owned fashion mag, I mean the late lamented car culture periodical #RIP
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The great Eartha Kitt as Catwoman in the Reactor Mach II (dressed up in fur as Catwoman's Kitty Car), built by the equally great @GeneWinfield #DavesCarIDService
I'd like to think this is an encouraging sign of a sane electorate, if there weren't so many independents angry at the two major parties for not being nuts *enough*
I'm going to start the Leave Us The Fuck Alone party. It will have no convention, no fundraisers, no mailing lists, and its platform is right there in the name #LUTFA
The original 1950s Mr Potato Head had appendages with sharp steel spikes, and you stabbed them into actual f'ing potato or banana or whatever, in whatever messed-up array you wanted, and then you would skin and eat it afterwards. We were a harder people then
And if Mom was all out of potatoes? Time to play Mr Little Brother Head
And then we'd sniff model airplane glue and throw Jarts at each other, or be blinded by shattering clacker balls, or take a Wham-O Super Ball in the nuts, because society used to know the value of thinning the herd