Pennsylvania Overdoses on Heroines

And little Clovis in the middle of Tumbleweedpocalypse.  Climate change deniers say(, ")what? It's normal, topsoil gonna do whatever topsoil wanna do, and we did not do it, and, moreover, there is not a thing we can do, so we're just going to keep fucking it up a little more, since it seems nobody has any objections to voice that will convince us we are wrong in our belief that money for us now is better than earth for you later."  And Reno, TX, those earthquakes are totally normal, completely and nothing to worry about, just consult the scientific body of no ledge accumulated by the frack's hack scientists, coming straight to your rural mailbox via the railroad commission (and you know those regulators are here to protect YOUR interests!), for you and your no-legal-team-having selves to review, if you happen to have any concerns, any concerns at all, about your kitchen sink's faucet dripping fire."

Man, those climate change deniers sure do like to speak in run-on sentences, giving you only commas on which to aspirate.

My kid texed me the eye-of-all-seeing-Illuminati-patterns jpg up above.  All she wrote was, "my father's logic."  And all her DNA come from me.  If I had to get someone to argue logically and convincingly and flawlessly on my behalf, I would pick her.  Plus, she's up on all the kids shit, "Uh, yeah, sure.  That's a great song, Royals.  I mean, I liked it, I thought it was great at first but then they played it literally all year long on the radio, you sure you never heard it before? how is that even possible, oh yeah, I guess if you only ever listen to your playlisted electronica and old Pavement and whatever the hell else.  But yeah, good job, mom.  You like the same song everyone else did last year.  I think some ice skaters are using it in olympics."

Here a meme, there a meme, every where a celebrity overdose funeral coverage.  Just like you, to die on a day you can be certain your death will receive least press.  How Caden Cotard of you.

And can't you see how badly we needed some good high production value coverage of the whites' white epidemic?  When white people die from addictive poisons, we say oh my this growing health concern, hurry someone throw money at publicly traded companies who pretend to give a fuck.  When browns die from it, we say oh my this growing social ill, hurry someone throw money at privately run prisons who lie about giving a fuck.  Oh, but that privatization is sososo good, so less waste, so less cost, plus make jobs for the white and mentally deficient to do, keep their trouble out of the public space and confined to the private cells, more than less greater abuses and capital crimes against a population no one ever gives a fuck about.

But I do live on the white side of town so are you going to send me an email link to a sign-up genius so that I can volunteer for a drive of some kind, something with a clever name and geared toward addressing the underfunding of this public health crisis, or what?  I'll check it on my iGalaxyDroid and reply from my JellyBerryQuadCore, and does anyone else in here think syringe addictions are totally gross?  Or maybe I'll just opt in and text out my vote to #PoleCatsNow on this grey, gray Superbowl Day.

Another great drunk driving holiday!  YOLO, so: keep your low beams and your bluetooth on for safety, drive into the skid and away from oncoming head-on headlights, and remember that you gave implied consent to get your license and that your generous government offers free chemical tests at various checkpoints in your local viewing area.