• WoodScientist@sh.itjust.works
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    13 days ago

    Well, I insist it’s “moral” to throw Mike Johnson off a bridge.

    I personally won’t be doing it, but there’s nothing immoral about it in my book.

  • Sanctus@lemmy.world
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    14 days ago

    Its a moral imperative that we provide healthcare to each other. Mike Dick over here wouldnt know shit about civility.

  • TipRing@lemmy.world
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    14 days ago

    Ah yes, I remember that part of the Bible where Jesus healed the sick, but only if they weren’t dirty freeloaders.

    • Bakkoda@sh.itjust.works
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      14 days ago

      And Jesus walked into the temple and handed each money lender a Benjamin and a teener and said "Fuck the poor!"Amen.

  • klemptor@startrek.website
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    13 days ago

    Holy shit, Peter David wrote some of my favorite Star Trek novelizations. In 1997, I moved to a new area just before my junior year of high school. My new school was massive and I was an introvert who wasn’t great at making friends. But somehow I ended up hanging out with a few fellow Star Trek fans, who introduced me to his new series, Star Trek: New Frontier (thank you Regina!). It got me through the rest of high school!

    I’m sorry to hear what happened to him. :(

  • johnpmac@lemm.ee
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    13 days ago

    I’ve been writing a tune called “ Mike Johnson gives the world’s worst blowjobs, and he makes his son watch”. It may or may not be about the same my.

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      13 days ago

      I changed it to paint jobs:

      Johnson grabs his brush with pride, But colors run and lines collide, Walls look like a wild parade, The world’s worst paint job ever made.

      (Verse 2) His son watches, eyes so wide, Learning how not to paint inside, Drips and splatters on the floor, A masterpiece of messy lore.

      (Verse 3) One day maybe he’ll get it right, Till then they laugh through every sight, Johnson’s art, a funny crime, A painted tale for all of time.