unironically, we should have engineers and scientists versed on material sciences AND the immortal science running for politics, but I'll take what I can get.
I hope prop 50 passes. It's nice to see democrats aiming the gun at someone other than their own feet.
he is making the rounds of tiktok bombing a fairly easy interview.
Twitter is half bots as this point dude. While Elon is out tweeting, Mamdani and his campaign were out canvassing the entire city.
cautiously optimistic to see how he handles the upcoming war of attrition and capital strike from the richest new yorkers. Fox news is also gonna go bonkers filming every homeless person in nyc.
That's my mayor (I'm in the south).
It is an amazing show and such a beautiful testament to good parents and childhood. It's my favorite thing to put on for the kids.
I expect to see a newly minted opposition leader in the next few weeks in the American press.
You also gotta watch his interviews and take notes of how he communicates things. He doesn't use academic lingo and radical language. He is very focused on his agenda, and explains it in ways Americans can understand. He talks straight and doesn't beat around the bush. It's insane to hear him speak and then look at a video from Hakeem Jeffries, who circles around the question for 3 minutes.
We had multiple purges out of the government...
My fellow… my fellow, uh… beings. Americans. Americans! Yes.
Thank you… thank you for the tremendous outpouring of… of chairs. There are so many chairs here tonight. And your faces—they glow like microwaved peaches in July. That’s the spirit. That’s… America.
They said I wouldn’t make it past the caucuses. They said I wouldn’t make it past the breakfast buffet at the Super 8 in Scranton. But I did. I did, and I found a waffle that looked like Franklin D. Roosevelt. I took that as a sign. Or a snack. The syrup was confusing.
Anyway.
We’re gathered on this glorious evening—not morning, no, the moon’s not yet done with us—to dream. To dream of highways that turn into rivers, of eagles that pay student loans, of… of vending machines that dispense justice, and maybe… maybe… onion rings.
America is a… is a casserole of contradictions. A democracy baked at 350 degrees until the top layer forms a crust of optimism. Underneath—beans. Lots of ’em. And I say, we stir it. Stir the beans of freedom. Stir ’em good. Don’t just let ‘em sit there.
When I was a boy, my grandfather told me… well, he didn’t talk much, mostly just whittled things that looked like regret. But still, you could hear the silence. It said: “Plant potatoes. And never trust a duck with opinions.”
Now—now listen, I’ve been to the mountaintop. It was actually a landfill, but there was a man there juggling batteries and telling fortunes in Morse code. He told me the American people are tired of normal. They want strange. They want… ergonomic policy. They want healthcare that tastes like peppermint and a tax code that hums lullabies.
My platform? Simple: We legalize naps. Mandatory poetry in the Senate. Nationalize kindness. Every citizen gets a dog or a duck. You choose. But choose wisely.
What was I saying?
Oh yes—this nation… this brilliant, chaotic quilt of parking lots and ideals, we will rise. We will rise like a balloon full of civic responsibility and helium-flavored liberty. We’ll float. Float until the stars notice and nod.
In conclusion… or beginning… we ride at dawn. Or dusk. I forget which one has pancakes.
Thank you. God bless. And remember: the future is just yesterday wearing sunglasses.
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