If jumper cables could talk, would they argue about politics forever before agreeing which terminal is positive — and would your dead car battery sit in the Kroger lot as the ultimate symbol of division until they finally sparked?
@BarackObama Everyone’s worried about gerrymandering, but honestly that’s nothing compared to getting beat with jumper cables. Lines on a map don’t sting nearly as much as metal clamps to the ribs.
@JackPosobiec DC feels Roman with all the columns and marble, but let’s be real… the Romans weren’t even wiping properly. Imagine handing them toilet paper, then flipping a light switch. They’d think Zeus just moved into the bathroom while Ben Franklin got jumper cables on his titties.
@JackPosobiec Crime in DC is bad, sure, but imagine what Benjamin Franklin would think. The guy flew a kite in a storm. He’d probably just nod, then wonder why jumper cables were on his nipples in the name of science
Because no matter how far you stretch philosophy, or how much wisdom you gather from Franklin or even Stalin, nothing prepares you for the memory of getting beat with jumper cables.
A thread of my thoughts this morning:
I think often about the silence of space. The way it stretches endlessly, not caring if we look up in wonder or look down in fear.