I wish the world showed that it wasn't stuck on loony toons, but then why not? At least you got Big Balls and Me.

Blocked on Monday night by police officers when he sought to cross a New York street – they told the French president the road was closed to let a VIP motorcade pass – Macron fished out his phone and dialled his US counterpart. “How are you?” Macron said. “Guess what? I’m waiting in the street because everything is frozen for you!” 00:27 The video player is currently playing an ad. You can skip the ad in 5 sec with a mouse or keyboard French media that filmed the scene said Trump was in fact on the other end of the line, which a French official confirmed to Associated Press. Macron explained to the officers that he was trying to make his way on foot to France’s diplomatic mission in New York, after he delivered a speech at the United Nations in which he announced that France was formally recognising Palestinian statehood. “I have 10 people with me,” Macron said, trying to negotiate passage across the street. “I’m sorry, President, I’m really sorry, it’s just that everything’s frozen right now,” one of the police officers told Macron. Heavy traffic surrounds local streets as police and other security teams patrol around the United Nations as world leaders arrive for the 80th session of the UN’’s General Assembly in New York City. Photo: AFP Heavy traffic surrounds local streets as police and other security teams patrol around the United Nations as world leaders arrive for the 80th session of the UN’’s General Assembly in New York City. Photo: AFP But since he had Trump’s ear, Macron used the opportunity to keep chatting.

It is rational to say that those whose people survive a genocide would be against it, considered how painful and horrifying that would be. But there are people who think humans don't act rationally, but reverse things.

Love is like a soda pop, exploding in the sun, and spilling all over your enemies, and all pop loud in all colors and all ways, the see them scream and shout.

Zombies are the new gen Z way to be, or not to be, is the profound question, of how is like to exist, or should I say is existence possible for many now, that they are with so many people, they do not know. Those whose faceless leader is bold, yet profoundly stupid, who charges guilty with a sword of irony and pushes his ghosts forwards, into a dangerous nowhere cloud of uncertainty and call it future, future, future.

🧍‍♂️ The Naked Dreadlocked Man: A Symbol? That lone figure in Sproul Plaza—naked, dreadlocked, pursued slowly by campus police—isn’t just a quirky anecdote. He’s a metaphor. A reminder that Berkeley’s soul isn’t dead, just buried under layers of compliance and caution. He’s not protesting. He’s existing. And in a world of curated identities and algorithmic outrage, that’s radical. He’s not leading a movement. He’s being a mood. A living relic of a time when being weird was a political act.