Once upon a time there was a vast jungle full of many different kinds of creatures, who made so much noise only the loudest of them, the elephants and the asses, could clearly be heard amid the din. Naturalists often visited the jungle and sometimes focused on one animal or another, filming them and talking about them for nature shows. Now in this jungle there lived a little bird of a fairly rare variety, and though it wanted to be heard the naturalists could never make out its tiny voice amid the cacophony, so they never talked about or even thought about the little bird, and neither did anyone else. Eventually, the little bird got tired of singing its little song for no one to hear, and so it simply stopped singing and minded its own business. Now, a few thoughtful explorers had seen the little bird and knew it existed; an even smaller number had even heard its little song. So they said to the naturalists, “Maybe the naturalists should consider that little bird’s quiet little song, even though few ears are good enough to hear it.” But the naturalists were always accompanied by an unruly gang of fans, and rather than admit that perhaps their idols should be more aware of rare creatures, they blamed the little bird, saying, “If little birds want to be heard, they should peep at the exact same time as the elephant trumpeting or the asses braying, so they can be heard along with those other animals.” When the thoughtful explorers pointed out that merely increasing (by some infinitesimal amount) the noise made by other creatures with whom they had nothing in common was hardly likely to call attention to the little bird in any way, the gang members merely asked if the explorers wanted the “bad” animals to win, and declared that if the little bird really wanted to be heard, it should have been hatched as an ass or elephant. Then they congratulated themselves on their great wisdom, and resumed arguing over whether the elephants’ trumpeting or the asses’ braying made lovelier music. And they were so preoccupied with their argument that none of them noticed when a wildfire started and burned them all up together, elephants and asses and naturalists and fans and explorers, and the little bird too. 
Posts Tagged ‘imaginative fiction’
A Fable
Posted in Philosophy, Tyranny, tagged imaginative fiction, politicians on April 10, 2026| Leave a Comment »
The Mark of Throwback Thursday
Posted in Miscellaneous, Perception, Philosophy, tagged acting, artificial stupidity, blogging, ethics, fantasy, imaginative fiction, internet, psychology, Reviews, sex work is work, Who in Review, yin and yang on April 9, 2026| Leave a Comment »
The concept of “free sex” is largely a male fantasy. – “Waiting for Lightning”
In the online world, as in the real one, you don’t get something for nothing. –
“Something for Nothing”
Even the finest thespian can’t conjure Hamlet out of lackluster dialogue draped carelessly over a checklist. – “In Flux”
[Those] who declare CGI “art”, or even declare it superior to real human-created art, are soulless clowns whose opinions should be rejected by anyone who cares about beauty, life, and humanity. – “The Philistine Majority“
Tweet Germ
Posted in History, Miscellaneous, Music, Perception, Philosophy, Tyranny, Words, tagged advertising, Aladdin’s Satellite, animals, artificial stupidity, Barbie, blogging, Bluesky, censorship, cops, cosmetic surgery, dirty, Facebook, games, hysteria, imaginative fiction, Iran, language, New York, Not To Be Taken Internally, politicians, prisons, propaganda, psychology, racism, Twitter, video, yellow journalism on March 23, 2026| Leave a Comment »
So many people still feel the need to wait for some business entity to temporarily carry a show they want to see, typically polluted with commercials, when home video has existed in one form or another for over 40 years and most shows can be permanently purchased for the price of a decent meal.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-02-15T18:02:27.299Z
Trump really does believe what he sees in movies.Here we see him attempting the Jedi mind trick.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-02-17T03:04:37.228Z
"It is difficult to get a man to understand something, when his salary depends upon his not understanding it!" – Upton Sinclair
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-02-17T19:00:27.452Z
People who do not eat chips could be ‘left behind’, says Frito-Lay’s CEO
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-02-18T19:55:52.543Z
Funniest thing I've seen this week.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-02-20T08:52:14.194Z
It's garbage. It's shit. It's noise. It's paint hurled at a canvas. It's an overflowing toilet. It's hated by anyone who knows anything about art. It enriches fascists. It ignores consent and good taste. It's stupid. It's bad. It's a disease. It's random. It reeks. It's unwelcome. It's everywhere.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-02-21T18:50:08.193Z
Over a decade ago, I was warning young women not to let random people who aren't doctors inject filth into their butts.Now I'm warning young men not to hit themselves in the face with hammers.Really, y'all, plastic surgery is not something you can learn by watching YouTube videos.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-02-24T18:24:12.301Z
In traditional scholarship, caring about what other educated people thought about one's ideas was called "peer review", and it was considered intrinsic to the process.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-02-24T18:39:40.974Z
Concentration camps. Go on, you can type the words if you try. I believe in you. Just keep repeating the mantra, "I have a backbone, I have a backbone, I have a backbone", and you should be able to either type the words or just copy paste from here: "concentration camps".
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-02-25T17:54:59.340Z
Stolen. The word you're looking for is "stolen", not "taken away"; that is a term reserved for parents disciplining their own children, ie "she took away his bb gun until he stopped shooting cats". The term for strangers permanently taking others' possessions is "stealing". They STOLE the crayons.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-02-26T17:56:06.044Z
Do history classes in New York teach students about William the Acquirer and the Acquisitions of Genghis Khan?
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-02-27T18:20:18.610Z
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2nGK…
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-02-28T17:52:47.390Z
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-02-28T19:35:46.602Z
Those of you who weren't adults at the time of the Gulf War may not remember that it, more than any other event, created the 24-hour news cycle which has bedeviled the US ever since. It turned CNN from a low-rating sideline into a high-rating main event, and gave us the nauseating term "scud stud".
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-03-02T17:39:49.401Z
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-03-03T18:01:27.024Z
Honestly, I don't know how you young gals put up with this. In my day (points with cane) all we had to worry about beside cops and bad clients was the puritanical old woman whom the publisher of the Yellow Pages (Barry Co IIRC) allowed to ban certain words in escort service ads.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-03-04T08:21:33.548Z
Trump replaces Barbie with Mr. Potato Head.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-03-05T20:02:33.887Z
Challenge for those who aren't religious fanatics: explain to those who *are* that extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence, and that the burden of proof is NOT on those demanding such evidence.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-03-07T17:31:04.244Z
This is called a "win-win" scenario.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-03-08T17:44:05.190Z
If they simply phrased the headline truthfully as "women are falling in love with a fantasy of romance", people would recognize that this is nothing new.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-03-09T17:41:07.413Z
How quaint. Those of us who still play real old-fashioned D&D are going to start looking like people who bake all of their own bread instead of buying Wonder Bread.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-03-10T17:00:58.084Z
There's illiteracy, and then there's *functional* illiteracy, and then there's…whatever this is.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-03-11T03:40:34.394Z
People who are terminally online habitually type out bizarre, unpronounceable sequences of letters and symbols which attest to how little of their lives are spent actually speaking to normal people in real life.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-03-11T19:07:51.122Z
Future history students will refuse to believe it when their professors tell them that one of the factors that precipitated the 21st-century dark age was gambling fanatics intentionally falsifying records for profit. Having taught history, I can hear the adolescent voices already: "That's stupid!"
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-03-13T17:28:41.148Z
On Bluesky this morning, I'm seeing the usual mixture of political & aesthetic posts.On Twitter, I'm being attacked by incensed Millennials apparently unable to comprehend why a 60-year-old woman who neither has kids nor watches TV doesn't know about a gimmick kid food first sold in the late '90s.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-03-14T18:22:27.167Z
"Police shoot black man in the back."There, FIFY.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-03-15T17:24:47.878Z
Boo hoo hoo, his diaper is wet and nobody wants to play with him.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-03-16T02:40:56.057Z
I think @ryanlcooper.com called it correctly: Trump will go down as one of the Great Idiots of History.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-03-17T17:24:50.126Z
Deep respect for Tony Moore.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-03-18T17:14:20.090Z
So THIS is where Big Balls went.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-03-19T17:41:07.379Z
Après moi, le déluge.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-03-20T18:08:32.460Z
People idolize flawed human beings, creating statues of them as though they were pharaohs & literally putting them up on pedestals, only to tear them down again as soon as the flawed human is found to have been flawed.We could save so much time and energy by simply not setting up humans as gods.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-03-21T07:47:25.342Z
Links #820
Posted in Current Events, History, Links, Miscellaneous, Music, Obituary, Tyranny, tagged advertising, artificial stupidity, cops, imaginative fiction, Japan, Never Call the Cops, Pennsylvania, scams, Texas, video on March 22, 2026| Leave a Comment »
Don’t be so careful in time of death.
In the ’50s and early ’60s, it was typical for TV sponsors to feature the show’s characters in commercials which aired during the show. I’ve been re-watching The Beverly Hillbillies lately, and I was delighted to find this PSA from an episode which first aired in September 1963. The links above the video were provided by IncarcerNation, Nun Ya (x2), Stephen Lemons, Franklin Harris, Violet Blue, and IncarcerNation again, in that order.
- It’s comin’ right for us!
- Rest in Ignominy, Paul Ehrlich.
- An artificially stupid translation.
- Enshittification in the physical world.
- More lost episodes of Doctor Who discovered!
- I think I already saw this Doctor Who episode.
- What part of “never” is so difficult to understand?
From the Archives
- Sleeping with a cop is one of the most dangerous things a woman can do.
- Is a shiny new status symbol really worth being spied on & price-gouged?
- Texans & residents of several other states now need VPNs to watch porn.
- If you need the State to compel your teen to submit, you’ve already lost.
- Unless this insanity is found unconstitutional, things will keep worsening.
- Prohibition can never succeed, regardless of what it attempts to prohibit.
- Using the mad emperor’s two favorite bugaboos to ramp up surveillance.
- The inevitable result of giving aggressive men total power over women.
- Politicians are terrified of losing ways to destroy peaceful citizens’ lives.
- Forcing the government back from establishing a dangerous precedent.
- The predictable result of teaching kids passive obedience to “authority“.
- The fashionable “monkey see, monkey do” parade has escaped the US.
- WaPo “discovers” something I’ve been writing about for over a decade.
- Wayne County has openly stolen thousands of cars with similar tactics.
- How long will America ignore the costs of its worship of state violence?
- UK politicians are still bleating nonsense about “pimping” and “pizza”.
- Amazon eagerly hands data from internet-connected devices to cops.
- How does this affect Florida’s more widespread censorship problem?
- This anti-abortion law seems to be specifically targeted at doctors.
- This insanity will worsen until these maniacs are forcibly stopped.
- People everywhere are getting sick of prohibitionist censorship.
- Wouldn’t it be nice if there were at least a few adults in office?
- Didn’t this ignorant clod used to be a comedian or something?
- In mass surveillance, fascism beats communism hands down.
- Will the 11th Circuit suck Florida politicians’ dicks on this?
- Cops, irony, bagpipes, George Foreman, and much more.
- Curated selections of tweets from winter 2024 and 2025.
- Just another of those nonexistent false rape accusations.
- Indiana’s float in the “monkey see, monkey do” parade.
- Would you want a rapist lurking around your daughter?
- The predictable result of “fetal personhood” snake oil.
- Cops, Uranus, Bert I. Gordon, Topol, and much more.
- Violent censors trying to appear more “reasonable”.
- Tennessee is now apparently emulating Alabama.
- My two previous posts for the vernal equinox.
- The word “pause” means a temporary stop.
- Cops, poop, Vernor Vinge, and much more.
- Cops view alcoholism as a rape facilitator.
- Another disgusting genital inspection law.
- Taking the shutters down a bit too early.
- This outcome was unsurprising for Italy.
- Burble burble BLUE STATE burble drool.
- Throwback Thursday: The True Story.
- A wood-burning stove for the atrium.
- Rapist cops don’t only target women.
- Chicks growing like weeds, as usual.
- Another curated selection of tweets.
- The “Swedish model” helps women!
- Fridaystein Meets the Wolf Man.
- Grace loved dragons.
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Please, Not Again
Posted in History, Miscellaneous, tagged imaginative fiction, psychology on March 16, 2026| Leave a Comment »
Is this idiocy starting again? From the 1920s to the early 1960s, animation was correctly viewed as a format everyone could enjoy. The theatrical cartoons of the Golden Age of animation (late 1930s to mid-1950s) were largely intended for adult theatrical audiences, and the animated TV shows of the early ’60s (such as The Flintstones and Jonny Quest) were prime-time shows intended for all ages. It wasn’t until the late ’60s, around the time that the eldest Baby Boomers were reaching adulthood, that American nitwits suddenly decided en masse that “cartoons” were only for “children”; Japan and Eastern Europe never bought into that, so their animation art developed while America’s sank into a kiddie ghetto from which it did not begin to emerge until The Simpsons premiered on The Tracy Ullman Show in 1987. Let’s not return to the “animation is for kids” fallacy, please.
Perspective Shift
Posted in Biography, Favorites, tagged imaginative fiction, libraries, nostalgia, psychology, video on March 6, 2026| 1 Comment »
A few years ago, in “The Sparkle of a Star“, I wrote: “When I last watched [Bewitched], in my late teens or very early twenties, I naturally identified most with Samantha. But on this rewatch, I found myself identifying with her mother, Endora…” But Bewitched isn’t the only show about witches I’ve loved, and Endora not the only no-longer-young woman character I find myself increasingly identifying with as I myself progress into cronehood. Obviously, this isn’t surprising, but I do find it amusing.
I ran into another example of it recently when I decided to revisit Phyllis Reynolds Naylor’s Witch series. My own period of reading YA fiction was short, and largely confined to when I was 8 to 9; by 10 I was mostly reading light adult fantasy and sci-fi, mixed with some of the juveniles written by more typically adult authors like Robert Heinlein (Red Planet, Podkayne of Mars, etc) or those borrowed from the library by my younger siblings whose covers caught my eye (which is how I discovered one of my favorite books, Magic in the Alley by Mary Calhoun. And by 12 there weren’t many even in that category. So though I was of the right age to read Witch’s Sister when it was published in 1975, it never popped up in the Scholastic Books flyer we got at school, nor did I spot it in the library back then. In fact, I only discovered it in a rather roundabout manner, through my habit of scanning the new TV Guide magazine each week in search of anything I might enjoy (since in the days before home video, that was the only way to discover treasures). One week, in the spring of 1980 IIRC, I noticed a listing in the Saturday morning show Big Blue Marble (which I didn’t watch even before I gave up on Saturday morning fare) for a 6-part TV movie called Witch’s Sister. Naturally the title caught my attention, so I watched it and was immediately hooked; besides being an interesting story, I identified with both 10-year-old Lynn Morley (because I had a hyperactive imagination at her age also) and her 16-year-old sister Judith (because I was Goth before there was such a thing, and like her enjoyed spooking my younger siblings).
It only aired once or twice (I only saw it once) and I despaired of ever seeing it again, but during a short period when I had free premium cable in 1988 it turned up on Showtime as a unified TV movie. I of course taped it, and on a rewatch during my time as a librarian I noticed in the credits that it was based on a book; we had it in the library so I read and enjoyed it and its two sequels, which had been published in 1977 and 1978. Sometime later I transferred the movie to DVD and discovered several more sequels (published in the early ’90s) and bought them on Amazon, but never got around to reading them until recently. The reason was simple: after starting this blog in 2010 I had very little time for pleasure reading, and that only changed a year ago with Grace’s death. So for the past year, I’ve been scanning my shelves for books I own but had not yet read, and a couple of weeks ago realized I had never read those later books in the series. Since it had been over 30 years since I read the first three I started with them, and discovered to my amusement that while I still remembered feeling like Lynn as a tween and Judith as a teen, I now found myself more than a little sympathetic with Mrs. Tuggle, the elderly Englishwoman who was Lynn’s nemesis in the books! Though in the later books she was definitely a wicked witch, in the first (and IMHO the best) of the series that was portrayed with far less certainty (and in the movie which inspired my love for the stories, she was almost certainly not a real witch). So as I read, I started thinking about how I’d feel if a couple of nosy 10-year-old girls started making strange accusations, sneaking into my house to steal my things, and terrorizing my cat. And now I’m a bit wary of watching Bell, Book and Candle again.
The Blood-Spattered Throwback Thursday
Posted in History, Miscellaneous, Perception, Philosophy, Tyranny, tagged All-Purpose Excuse, blogging, cops, fantasy, hysteria, imaginative fiction, language, politicians, propaganda, rescue industry on March 5, 2026| Leave a Comment »
“Make The Empire Great Again!” is not a new idea. – “Blake’s 5”
When governments are allowed to be arbiters of fact…they wrongly label as “disinformation” facts which those in power find inconvenient. – “Disinformation About Disinformation”
Though politicians and profiteers still use “sex trafficking” as a handy excuse for tyranny, other excuses have become more fashionable and at least the endless stories about idiots with taped mouths parading around to “raise awareness” of cops’ wanking fantasies have largely dried up. – “Four Times Four“
The Crypt of Throwback Thursday
Posted in Miscellaneous, Perception, Philosophy, Tyranny, tagged artificial stupidity, blogging, censorship, dehumanization, fascism, imaginative fiction, psychology, Pyrrhic Victory, robots, surveillance, The Pygmalion Fallacy on February 5, 2026| Leave a Comment »
The self-appointed TV watchdogs who were so common in the late ’70s and early ’80s…raised a huge public stink about any show that might be too intense for a timid 6-year-old with a nervous disorder.
– “Diary #605”
It’s sad to see how many people still want to believe that actual sex workers with individual human personalities could be replaced by plastic dolls or computer-generated images without minds. – “The Pygmalion Fallacy (#1310)”
Millions of people in the developed world, acting individually or collectively, feel completely justified in digging into the affairs of those who have different beliefs from them, in hope of discovering some transgression or mistake that can be used to destroy the victim’s life with the help of faceless, merciless corporations and institutions. – “O.B.I.T.”
A Year Gone
Posted in Diary, Music, Philosophy, tagged disease, Grace, imaginative fiction, Lost Angels, psychology, video on January 25, 2026| 1 Comment »
One year ago today, at about 2 AM, I lost my best friend to what appears to have been an acute ischemic stroke, brought on by cancer, chemotherapy, and long-standing circulatory issues. We had known for years that her end was approaching, and had I not refused to see them, there were clear signs that it would be sooner rather than later. But human beings are very good at failing to see what we do not want to see, and I’m certainly no exception; I’m sure part of the reason was that I wanted to maintain a positive outlook to help her do the same, but most of it was just that I’ve already had so much pain and loss in my life I did not want to consciously face what even our idioms recognize as among the worst misfortunes that can befall a person.
Whenever a friend suffers a loss, we are moved to try to say something, anything, to assuage their pain; some of those things are helpful and some are not. But of the things my friends said to me, two stand out, and I still think of them often. One of them is philosophical: Grief is the price we pay for love. Indeed, people who have suffered emotionally sometimes become afraid of love because they fear the pain that must come when we must part from the loved one, and the greater the love, the greater the pain. The other helpful thing was more practical: The waves of grief never stop coming, but they do grow further apart. For the first few weeks after her passing I thought of little else, then for most of last year the waves came at least daily; in more recent months they’ve come two or three times a week. They have not yet become less intense, though I’m sure that, too, will happen in the fullness of time.
As I knew I would through long experience, I have tried to cope with the grief by retreating a bit from the world and burying myself in my work; the most important product of that work is a new series of pulp-style adventure stories featuring characters based upon Grace and myself, in which the narratives are suffused with my thoughts on friendship in general and our friendship in particular. They’re the longest and most complex individual works I’ve ever written, and the next project in the series will be my first novel. And the many hours it takes to create them not only feel like a way for me to share Grace with the world, but also a means by which I can squeeze just a little more time with her out of a world which took her from me much too soon.
Tweet Market
Posted in History, Miscellaneous, Philosophy, Tyranny, Words, tagged animals, artificial stupidity, Barbie, blogging, Denmark, fascism, France, holidays, Hollywood, imaginative fiction, Ladies of the Night, language, left-right myth, Lithuania, nostalgia, politicians, psychology, sex offender registry, Thanatopsis, Twitter on January 19, 2026| Leave a Comment »
The happy ending here is that despite all their ridiculous mumbo-jumbo and frantic posturing, Death will win as it always does.Ave Mortis, Imperator Mundi.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-13T18:51:08.690Z
Lost Generation: 1890-1910 (roughly)"Greatest" Generation: 1911-1928Beat generation: 1929-1945Baby Boom: 1946-1963Generation X: 1964-1981Millennials: 1982-2000Generation Z: 2001-2018Generation Alpha: 2019-2036 (end subject to change, depending)
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-13T21:00:54.989Z
Given the corrupting effect of power, the most powerful person on the planet will INEVITABLY become the worst person on the planet, even if he wasn't to start with.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-15T18:12:36.252Z
"What if flapping your arms very hard will enable you to fly?"
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-16T18:08:56.505Z
A *big* step up from letting politicians decide.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-18T18:06:59.349Z
A one predisposed to disobedience since childhood, who has suffered social censure for that inclination since the early 1970s, I've always viewed the American self-image as "rebellious" as a crock of self-aggrandizing bullshit.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-19T19:42:19.764Z
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-20T02:48:07.776Z
My paternal line did not emigrate to America; America bought our home from Napoleon. IOW America chose *us* rather than vice-versa.My late friend Grace's ancestors were here long before the 1st Europeans.And both of us would tell you that people sworn in this morning are just as American as us.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-20T18:19:01.037Z
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-22T03:55:50.740Z
My X's anniversary is also MY anniversary, though I would nor more expect a computer to grasp that than I would trust it to compose a post on the topic, presuming I was such a narcissist that I would request such a childish thing.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-23T18:10:08.836Z
On the First Day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-25T17:28:38.681Z
The process of obtaining a literature degree taught me that "literary" fiction is rarely better than genre fiction, and frequently worse.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-26T18:03:49.571Z
I have often said that modern US "conservatives" long for an imaginary past, while modern US "progressives" long for an imaginary future.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-27T18:28:49.015Z
The very fact that there is no murderer registry tells you everything you need to know about the "sex offender" registry.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-29T18:15:33.474Z
So basically, the entire movie is a Rickroll.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-30T08:08:05.987Z
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2025-12-31T17:50:42.716Z
What book is sacred enough to you to get sworn in on?
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-02T18:45:41.673Z
Slopmaker who makes money from slop wants you to move beyond wanting quality and embrace his slop.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-03T08:33:17.438Z
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-04T02:41:43.416Z
Axolotls always make me smile. I mean, look at this cute little booger! See its happy little face? How could you not smile?
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-04T08:10:14.387Z
How many branches of the Vichy government did General de Gaulle control?
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-05T18:17:30.100Z
Psychosis is a reason, just not a sane one.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-06T07:57:18.251Z
Collectivism is a mental illness.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-08T18:07:26.157Z
Mammon. The Biblical name for this deity is Mammon. As in, "Ye cannot serve God and Mammon."
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-09T17:59:08.165Z
Mrs. Boudreaux, please get off the line; we really need to make a call. I promise we'll be off in five minutes.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-10T18:01:58.758Z
My turn! It just dawned on me that if the ICE agent were a circus clown, and the woman the ghost of Anne Boleyn, and the roles were reversed, but the ghost threw her head at the clown instead of shooting him, he could juggle it and The Coulrophobia Lobby would be fully on the side of the ghost.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-11T03:59:55.538Z
That is such a cute little piggy though, definitely MUCH cuter than any cop deserves.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-12T19:58:14.596Z
Good grief, my Barbie was a scientist despite having come in an ordinary Barbie box rather than a "scientist" box with a lab coat.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-13T18:48:52.787Z
"Sorry, neither."
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-14T08:56:39.781Z
Perhaps if you'd stop calling politicians "leaders", they'd stop treating y'all like followers.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-15T08:27:31.066Z
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-16T19:00:03.300Z
A national treasure.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-17T18:58:44.504Z
Mu.
— Maggie McNeill (@maggiemcneill.bsky.social) 2026-01-18T18:25:47.300Z
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