Gundar Twinkle-Fluffy

Hiding who you are, suppressing your energy in hope of gaining the approval and acceptance of others... is one of the fastest ways to fall out of the path of divine alignment and avoid fulfilling the original destiny you determined to complete here, prior to your incarnation.

LETS BE BLESSED BY BEING A BLESSING TO OTHERS

One of Donald Trump's most iconic aesthetic motifs is his love of McDonald's. Besides the name matching to such a degree that he mantles his identity onto a pseudo mascot for the brand, Trump's love of McDonald's also exemplifies an inherent patriotism which is far more genuine than anything prior presidents could possible manage. Donald Trump's unabashed enthusiasm for McDonald's is an authentic embodiment of American values which exceeds the sincerity of possibly any president within the past 200 years. McDonald's is arguably the most relevant symbol of American culture and identity, exceeding that of apple pies, baseball, firearms, bald eagles, and the flag itself. The burger is the ultimate American symbol, a perfect coalescence of the entire food pyramid, an archetypical recipe structure mimicked by nearly every culture, a series of ingredients which span both old and new world domestic staples, and most importantly, a representation of capitalism in its rawest and most efficient form. Of all burgers, the most quintessential burger is the McDonald's burger. Depending on the nation, this may be the iconic Big Mac, the legendary McDouble, or a number of other creative or hideous country specific concoctions. McDonald's is globally ubiquitous. Nearly every country has a McDonald's. Every McDonald's is like a US embassy establishing its culture mark upon whatever host nation has succumbed to the pure financial incentive of its influence. Armed with the sword of Coca-Cola to cut through whatever culture it has usurped, McDonald's represents the United States in its most robust legacy. Long after our country is shattered, eroded, shifted, transmogrified, or subsumed by the inevitability of the future, our culture and history will be earmarked by twin golden arches mythopoetically attached to our esoteric symbolism as a retrospective coat of arms for the great American Empire. Contemporary commentators criticize Trump's shameless love of McDonald's as a staple of tackiness, but it is through this love that Trump establishes himself as a sincere American. He truly embraces America in its purest form every time he orders McDonald's or wields it in front of the American populace. He fully dives into the great thresher of pure market efficiency, reducing all prior pretensions of authentic culture and fully acknowledging that for better or worse, America is capitalism in its rawest form. The United States was built on a foundation of capitalistic venture. Its first Spanish colonists in St. Augustine were in search of gold, land, and expansion. Its first English colony in Jamestown was an all male contingent of enterprisers, accountants, lawyers, and gentleman mixed with a minority of laborers and workers. They were all seeking wealth through the intense risk of being first settlers in the north. Every single aspect of American history is the pursuit of fortune and glory through bold venture into wild uncharted territory. McDonald's itself is a testament to capitalistic ambition. Much like the pioneers of Manifest Destiny and cutthroat Robber Barons carving out an empire through the underutilized bounty of the West, Ray Kroc usurped the hyperefficient family oriented restaurant model created by the McDonald's brothers in the 1950s and transformed it into a real estate empire, establishing the fast food franchise and building an unyielding egregore that exceeds the scope and grasp of any one man along the same momentum as the military industrial complex or any megacorporation today. McDonald's represents capitalism in its purest form. Much like the generic corporate delivery pizza represents what constitutes the platonic ideal of what a pizza should be (much to the chagrin of pretentious gastronomes, uppity New Yorkers, and indignant Italians), McDonald's has mastered what a burger should be, for better or worse. Sure, everyone's favorite local shithole diner or concept bistro has a "better burger" but nobody does it with the same degree of ubiquity, availability, and absolute consistency. The McDonald's burger isn't just a burger, it's the standard by which all burgers are measured. It is a burger with a neutral pH, a true North to anchor the burger spectrum. McDonald's is a litmus for the health of the nation itself. Its current status as cheap unhealthy slop is half psychosomatic and half genuine due to seed oil cooked fries, processed cheese, and some chemical preservatives in the buns. This is simply a mirror for the civilization in which the McDonald's burger exists. We as a society have chosen to accept poison in our lives through the soft internal coup of our federal agencies at the hands of ill intentioned parasites seeking to subdue our population, and so our McDonald's reflects this. McDonald's was once a cheap relatively healthy meal, targeted towards families. Its current state as a disposable feeding trough for the lower class only shows what we have allowed for ourselves, what our institutions choose to cater towards. McDonald's is a perfect pillar of direct assessment for the value of our currency. The price of Big Mac is used to track inflation, both on a national and global scale across decades of time. McDonald's represents America's economic presence so consistently that no two nations which host McDonald's franchises may ever be at war with one another, with the company suspending its operations in whichever country least aligns with American interests if such an event occurs. McDonald's itself will continue to exist long after America, continuing its empiric presence through the changing of names, titles, leadership, and populace. There is a McDonald's in the Pentagon. There is a McDonald's at Guantanamo Bay. There is a McDonald's in the Arctic circle. There is a McDonald's built into Ancient Roman ruins. There is a McDonald's built into the former Taiwanese president's villa in Hangzhou. There will be a McDonald's built on the moon. Colonists on the slopes of Europa will fabricate McDonald's patties while overlooking a red horizon totally occupied by a sunswept Jupiter. McDonald's arches printed upon air sealed food packs will represent a symbol of Terran ancestral home to the school children who have only known the gravity of Ringworlds. The raw conceptual interpretation of a McDouble will be interpretively manufactured by and for rogue autonomous AI's who will carry out McDonald's consumptive legacy in a realm of existence we will never comprehend on a timescale exceeding the human species. Somewhere in the great airport that resides just after death and just before the Afterlife, where dreams, souls, and primordial entities collide with the traces of the physical world, there is a McDonald's heralded by 5th dimensional oscillating golden arches, echoing out the raw spiritual blast of twelve trillion cattle all transpiring into one timeless momentous nuclear scream echoing out onto the infinite plane to be barely registered as a whisper in the ears of God. You will visit there when you die and you will order a burger, paying for it with a tiny shaving of your soul. Behind the glowing orb of its languageless menu, you will see the American flag barely concealing its ancestral forms, shifting from colonial British into a Roman eagle, and further towards empiric symbols of societies lost to written history. Donald Trump's figure and form will be one of many carved into the walls of its localized reality, speaking with Caesar's face and the voice of the first caveman who discovered wheat. He (they, it, you) will be thanking you for stopping by.

Instacart is a perfect example of gender stereotypes in action and their ultimate validation. The only truly successful Instacart orders I receive are when a male and female couple fulfills the order. When I get a female shopper, my order is perfection. She will send me photos of substitutions, ask me frequently if there's anything I'd like. If buying fruit, she will ask me if I'd like a mix of some ripe and some not to preserve them better. It's a wonderful experience inside the store, albeit a bit long. When she delivers, she will get lost at least 25% of the time. She will leave my order in wild places. I have a fire access road, which she hiked up 50 yards in thick mud and just left my groceries there. One woman ignored my directions and delivered my order to a neighboring town with a similar street name. Another driver was scared to drive up my steep driveway, so I told her just to leave them at the bottom. She then couldn't back out and drove off my driveway into my drainage. She needed to be towed. Men will shop in 35 seconds and make it to my house faster than is even possible unless driving 25 miles over the speed limit. They will ignore items I know are in stock and just mark them as out of stock because they didn't want to circle back. They will substitute literally anything for anything. I had avocados replaced with a bag of oranges. I had ice cream replaced with an entire ice cream cake. I had one guy shop so fast that he refunded nearly everything but shave gel and bottled water and gave me no notice to pick replacements. It's kind of amazing actually.

Me: *quietly crying* Wife: what’s wrong? Me: It’s never gonna happen again is it. It’s been forever…. Wife: I’ve got a feeling it might happen again soon ;) Me: you’re just saying th- *my automatic feeder goes off and I scramble over, laughing with relief between mouthfuls*

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This is the premise of Dune

.@pfizer keeps me healthy and safe. @Netflix keeps me sane and entertained. @nytimes keeps me informed. And sorry I know this is *RADICAL* but yes I trust our elected officials to (mostly) know what they are doing, and be the only people capable to guide us in today's world.

Yeah Bladee is pretty good

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math rock? If I wanted to listen to people play scales all day I would teach high schoolers how to play guitar

- Raises testosterone - Lowers estrogen - Fights against a myriad of diseases (including the one the entire world has shut down for) - Productive habit formation - Lowers stress - Nootropic - Punctuates the day - Does NOT give cancer Need I say more?

An office manager recites the Lord's Prayer. In that time, she lives a whole other life as a sentient hot-air balloon.

Gen Z: your generation is trash 😂😂😂😂😂😂 you did nothing to stop the Iraq war lmao fym??? 🙄🤬🤬 Me: (being slowly crushed by a steamroller) Cartoon Network used to be awesome