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Image from Wookie The Chew, via I Like Cookies.

I'm sure everyone's seen this by now but, yeah, we can all clear a space at the top of our list of celebrities we want to get high with. They don't call him potus for nothing.

Not sure how I never saw this before, but I would like to direct you to the best screencap adventure of all time - POKEMON: SOLID by technophile:

"Petalburg Gym?" I ask, staring at the gory scene on camera. There's a crude sort of ring drawn into the floor, littered with brightly colored... body parts and the occasional splash of blood. The cries of injuried battle beasts fill the air. And above all this, the announcer is happily reporting the results of the monthly tournament, in which over 50 Pokemon had ended up unconscious and rushed to emergency care.

She doesn't report how many died.

In wank news, I'm sure everyone has observed the antics of George Tierney of Greenville, South Carolina, aka The Guy Who Can't Find The Googles Off Switch; there's a glorious interview with this person here. TWS aside, I'm linking it for two reasons. Firstly because I moved here from the south three weeks ago and this sort of confidently stated batshittery is not the news to me. I don't know if I ever wrote here about the job applicant who told me that the Bible says Obama is the antichrist, or the eleven-year-old girl who reported to me that her parents had said that the President had told the muslims to nuke Georgia. Down there, there is this deep cultural conditioning to enable batfuck, off-the-rocker deludedness about the Other in all its forms. The news part is that it's drifted in an arena where it's easy to call out in a way that actually degrades rather than reinforces it.

My second reason is an odd detail in another post on the topic, Tierney and Mutation:

At this point, having lightly skipped over Mr. George Tierney, Jr. of Greenville South Carolina's Twitter stream, I should tell you that his wife has been repeatedly and gravely ill and for awhile there he was flinging tweets asking for information and support (and including his phone number) at pretty much anything that moved on Twitter.

Many years ago, over the course of a few posts on the University of Illinois' mascot, I caught the full brunt of a Conservative person's genuinely unhinged fury. This happens on the internet all the time, but I was unsurprised when I dug a little bit and found that the man's wife had died very recently. He was enraged at the world, and rage -- like water -- will follow any open channel to the sea. Being a hard-core Conservative and advocate of "warrior culure" (as I recall), his rage found its easiest outlet with the notorious bleeding heart Liberal, fag-loving driftglass and he was so over-the-top with it that eventually all I could feel was sorry for the guy.

Perhaps something like that is happening Mr. George Tierney, Jr. of Greenville South Carolina.

Perhaps not.

I find this interesting because my father slid into froth-at-mouth antisemitic conspiracy theorising in the years after my mother died; I've never seen anyone tie these two strings together before, huh.

In laughing at sabotageable web design; Six Moms with Too Much Time on Their Hands and a Shitty Website Decide to Fight Gay Superheroes. Commenters give directions for further ruination, including an easy link for those of you with Facebook accounts to report their Facebook page for hate speech.

In stuff we already knew, someone has used SCIENCE to prove that naked women are viewed as objects rather than people.

In tools of electionfailia, Obama spending binge never happened.

In How Stuff Works, Finding Oscar: Massacre, Memory and Justice in Guatemala (tw war crimes? do I even need to add that?):

A "trusted source" told embassy officials that soldiers posing as rebels had killed more than 200 people. It was the latest in a stream of reports to the embassy blaming the military for massacres around the country. On Dec. 30, three U.S. officials went to Las Cruces, where interviews with local residents raised further suspicions.

The team flew over Dos Erres in a helicopter. Although the Guatemalan Air Force pilot refused to land, the evidence of an atrocity — burned houses, abandoned fields — was clear enough. In an unusually blunt cable to Washington, diplomats stated that "the party most likely responsible for this incident is the Guatemalan Army."

The U.S. government kept that conclusion secret until 1998. No action was taken against the army or the commando squad. The United States continued to support Central America's repressive but avowedly anti-communist governments.

It would be 14 years before anyone tried to bring the killers of Dos Erres to justice.

^ht Brad Hicks, who has more to say about the America side of it:

As with everyone who actually read multiple news sources at the time, I knew about this while it was going on. I linked, a couple of years ago, to the video for Bruce Cockburn's 1984 song and music video, "If I Had a Rocket Launcher:" this is what that article is about. And I knew it at the time. Bruce Cockburn was only one of hundreds of reporters and aid workers who had, for years by that point, been coming out of Guatemala, El Salvador, Peru, Honduras, Nicaragua and telling us that this, right here, is what Ronald Reagan's direct report subordinates, CIA director Casey and NSC director North, were doing there. More kept doing so, month by month and year after year, until well into the first Bush administration.