I’ve spent, collectively, probably days of my life clicking squares with just the tip of a handlebar or the faintest shade of the edge of a stoplight, only for bots to still be able to get past it.

You think they would expend resources recreating nobodies like us? Sam gets his digital construct immortality and we squat.

They’re the ones trying to drag us back to the 1930s and have the gall to ask for new material

The chickens are coming home to roost for a man who promised everything to everyone, delivered nothing to them, and whipped them up into a frenzy over nonsense.

Maybe the owner of an electric car company that largely appeals to people who care about the climate shouldn’t have shown his true edgy 13 year old reactionary personality to the world.