Calmly explain why that sort of behavior is inappropriate and request an apology.

My step mother was a merchandiser for American Greetings back in the 80's and 90's. I was the Easter bunny at a promotional event once.

That suit was a torture chamber. A fluffy iron maiden. The inside smelled of people desperate for air that was not fetid with their own evaporated sweat.

But, a bunch of cheerleaders from my school sat on my lap... Seventeen year old me consider that an even exchange.

Quick! Someone remind them to have a warrior mentality!

I feel like this would be very entertaining.

Ah, sweet! Man made horrors beyond comprehension.

Pretty sure anyone who's ever grabbed a live wire has felt electricity. I guess you could argue you're still only feeling what it does, but that's like arguing you only feel what a punch in the face does...

I had a 1986 Mazda B2600, 2wd, 5 speed standard. Loved that little truck. It was simple, durable, and dependable if a little bit spartan. I used to have friends with a bigger truck call me to move appliances because the Mazda was easy to load. It really sucks lifting a fridge three feet off the ground to get it in a full size modern pickup. Sold it to buy something that I could put a car seat in and regretted it in end.

Right now I've got a Chevy Equinox, a workable little grocery getter with a surprisingly decent sound system. Decent milage given it's age and it's got the kind of air conditioner you can really appreciate in a hot, humid climate. But it's far harder to fix and maintain, and I don't feel it can take the kind of beating that old pickup could.

Put the climate controls and sound system from the Chevy in my old Mazda and you've got the perfect vehicle.

Guess I'm nostalgic for something that never really existed, but I'd take the Mazda in original trim in a heartbeat if I could get one.

I wouldn't mind hearing about him falling down a flight of stairs, being bitten by a rabid bat, or getting lockjaw.

Climate change deniers.

Is climate change bad? Very bad, existentially bad. Do I want it to happen? No. Do I try to take steps to mitigate it? Yes, I put my drop in the bucket and vote for people who support policies that would help.

But we're eyeballs deep in Brandolini's Law at this point and by the time we get ourselves out of the quicksand, massive change will have taken its toll.

I'm not saying we shouldn't take action, but working ourselves in to a spittle-flecked outrage everytime someone says something stupid on social media is a waste of energy when we're already in damage control mode. The battle lines have been drawn for decades and the backlash effect is a very real phenomena.

Economics is going to win this fight before logic and debate does.

It was beautiful in the movie, but as someone who lived through that time, it feels pretty dated these days.

The new look is boring, sterile, and reeks of faux-minimalist wallet flexing. Not my thing either.

There's got to be a happy medium between everything has extra detail and patterns and bad sci-fi set.

Don't I know it.

My hairline is receding because my hair is marching down the back of my neck towards my ass crack.

It's an easy way to drum up support from people who have never or rarely traveled, are already conservative, and have bought into the culture war that has been created to justify MAGA doing MAGA shit.

Yeah, there are people who will repeat the same talking points you've listed and even defend them with a surprising amount of anger, but they're mostly ignorant, predjudiced dipshits confirming their biases and parroting what they've heard. If you're a popular Republican and you blamed their problems on sunspots, they'd hate sunspots just as bad as they hate California.

It's not that they hate blue states because they went there and had a bad time or because of some kind of personal history. They hate blue states because that's what they think people in red states are supposed to do. If it someday goes out of style, they'll quit talking about it.

Common folk, salt of the earth, you know... morons.