There’s a Monty Python sketch where someone handles a large glass container with a liquid that looked like rosé wine, no context provided.

Out of the blue, some BBC executive or execs wanted to censor the sketch because of “its’ visual depiction of menstrual urine”.

It truly takes some twisted, fucked-up minds to find obscenity everywhere they look, projecting Satan onto everything around them, carrying Satan piggyback even into neutral zones.

Yeah but what about nutkicking, then?

If I wanted quality posts, I would have gone over to LemmyQualityPost, dagummit!

As a baseball history buff, for a long time my way of “counting sheep” in bed was:
5 baseball players whose last name begins with the letter “A”,
then “B”, “C”, etc.

When after a few nights I worked my way up to “Z”, I started over, but with a twist:
5 baseball players, whose last name begins with the letter “A”, and who played before 1950.

Then when I made it to “Z”,
5 baseball players, whose last name begins with the letter “A”, and who played after 1950.

NOT YOU!!! SIT!!!

False flag! 8D Cheese Chess! Yadda yadda yadda!

The truth of the matter can be much simpler - the peak of the wave has passed, third campaign of the same shit have many republican-leaning voters fatigued and numb.

Do NOT get me wrong here. It’s still a clear and present danger, both internal and foreign powers who wish governmental chaos/weakness upon the United States are pumping resources into the campaign, every truly patriotic and intelligent American still has GO AND VOTE DEMOCRAT THIS NOVEMBER.

that they polled customers afterwards points to this being a simple corporate fuckup

Yes, this is my thought as well. They bought their way into the market, somehow thinking it was the chunk of real estate and not the services provided that kept customers coming back over and over again. They didn’t even bother to see what these services were, came in like a bull in a china shop, indifferent to the point of oblivious about it, even as the accounting department back at the home office had to process out all the kitchen equipment, the self-service soda and ice cream machines, etc., from every store in Baja.

Nowadays, 7-11 is still there, puttering along, as a generic clone of Oxxo, the other large mini-market chain in Mexico, offering nothing special, except maybe along the lines of - “Hmm… Oxxo is three blocks this way, 7-11 is one block that way, I guess I’ll go to 7-11”, and Oxxos are everywhere, Jesus… like somebody gleefully abused the copy/paste function.

Now this truly does sound like a horrifying story.
Move over McRib, 'cause here comes Georgie “Please Let Me Die” Pie, even less often than you do!

Imagine if McDonald’s had actually defeated Jollibee in the Philippines, absorbed them, then resuscitated their menu once a year.
But that didn’t happen, I wonder how did Jollibee not only survive, but thrive? What was their crucial chessboard move there?

Gather round, children, and let me tell you a story of the same type of mindless corporate stupidity that happened in my state, about how something successful was ruined because all they could see was at the surface level…

When the mini-market chain AM/PM opened some stores in Baja California, they came up with a hybrid concept that also included a made-to-order fast food kitchen serving burgers, and a sizable seating area, they called this Dave’s Kitchen. It was a huge, huge hit.

Enter 7-11 into the scene. Getting wind of this new phenomenon and armed with corporate cash from their Mexico offices in… Monterrey I think it was… they bought every AM/PM in the state and converted them to 7-11s, surely salivating at the prospect of this large client base that was supposedly built-in with their acquisition.

So what was the first thing they did?
They shuttered Dave’s Kitchen. Poof… gone!
They got rid of the soda machine, the ice cream machine… instead of assimilating the business model of what they had bought, they got rid of everything that made these AM/PMs unique in the market, replaced it with their own bland and generic way of doing things according to the home office in Monterrey.

Within a month, the new 7-11s had lost around 3/4 of their customers. Their emergency response was to send in a squad of corporate poll takers to pester the customers still there and see… why the other ones had gone, I guess?

Asking the wrong questions (why did the customers leave in droves?) to the wrong people (the few remaining clients who didn’t leave). And thus, nothing of value was learned, because when your corporate business school suits are clumsy unthinking hammers, every situation and problem look like a goddamned nail.

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Chacho Neese!

Actually, that sounds more like a language.
Chachoneese.

Another one of life’s simple pleasures ruined by the government lizard overlords.

Haha! Yeah right, this is like the ten thousandth time they’ve s

Mad lad Obama
To the tune of Judas Priest’s “Breakin’ The Law”

“I have been migrating files since the (fourth) Crusade.”
Backed up my iPhone to the computer, not the Cloud. Any transfer I still do using the Lightning cable connections, not Wifi.
“You have chosen… wisely.”

For a long time it was Huevos Rancheros, but that got nudged into the #2 spot when I discovered Eggs Benedict.

Or the scene in American Beauty when he notices the swastika piece is the one missing.

I’m afraid they might be a whole bunch of oldies but goodies:

2001: A Space Odyssey.
The Empire Strikes Back.
Miller’s Crossing (the third movie written and directed by the Coen brothers, from 1989).
A Bridge Too Far (from 1977, a sprawling, star-studded epic about the Allies and their costly, ill-advised and ultimately unsuccessful Operation Market-Garden in WWII).
A Bout De Soufflé. (Godard’s seminal French New Wave cannon blast).
From Russia With Love.
The Spy Who Loved Me.

You know what you really need?
A committee to study the feasibility of a committee!

Phew… for a long minute there, I thought paranoia was getting the best of me, glad to see it’s still the good ol’ capitalist secret police state who are actually looking at me through that crack in the wall.