“There’s a woman cleaning up . . . slop.” — Mellencamp

Cougar v. Leopard: Kulturkampf III, Internet Puritans in search of their Hobbes & Montesquieu across the vast sea-scape of the net.

In want of a stronger foundation for General Tim B. Lee’s web superstructure.

Having swallowed the Arendtian myth that slow Eich, Ich, Thom, mann so spake da doy dee dom national vernacular.

Examples, please?

As a result they only sub-consciously worship as sacred a solitary object. (Pathetic boring Dogish)

Monkeys! Jumped up Monkeys! Monkeys with money illusion & a commodity fetish!

Dat Ob. Dat Ass. Dzat Communication-JetQ! Lemon-blue. U Can’t C Me, I can’t see you (the ability was removed by the oligarch), (let us all now abandon (LETS GO) that global village for da fiefs.)

Was it a token they worshiped? (Fungibility?)

A: the ever elusive digital postage.

A fucking stamp. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ADMPoimDXt0 (Weezer only in dreams: for Justin Montalvo, piano player. Contra Subway Lucy .

I feel a reeeasonably strang dezire dyer mayker ta lit ter lee mer der Ri ih vers Ho Mo https://lasnacks.bandcamp.com/track/charlies-dead