Remember the days of consensus reality, before everyone right of Mitt Romney’s dog simultaneously took the brown acid, hurtled headlong through an Einstein-Rosen bridge, and found themselves piled up like cordwood inside Donald Trump’s commodious clown car of a rectum?
Back in the day, shit like this didn’t happen:
Sure, whatever. Reality is now optional, like sprinkles on your frozen yogurt. Why be bothered with it at all? “I was gonna posit a material substrate to the universe and a theory of object permanence, but I got high.”
Also, “Hysterical Talking Points” could be the name of Sean Hannity’s show. Or Tucker Carlson’s.
Guess they learned projection from the top man in his field.
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