Doctor Syn, Scarecrow ⚥

@marshscarecrow.bsky.social

Gen-X’er with ZERO fucks left (from precious few to begin with.) I’m not an Atheist. I’m Atheish. If I offend you, and you’re not MAGA, you’re looking way too hard for something to take personally. Seriously: save it for the actual assholes. Ally 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🌈 ⚥

Did you see they released some early plot details and title for the next Spider-Man film: Set in the multiverse, the Spidey from *this* timeline fights a corrupt governmental agency bent on xenophobia and genocide in: Spider-Man: Same Shit Different Day

Spider-Man: Brand New Day. No spoilers. I didn’t think they could “street-level” Spidey after his Avengers affiliation. Thanks to No Way Home they had a chance to try. Brand New Day absolutely STUCK the landing. The kid who bought ASM #238 off the comic-stand finally got to see SPIDER-MAN.

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Alt: Spider Man hanging upside down gives a thumbs-up, realizes that to the viewer it looks like a thumbs-down, and changes it to a proper thumbs-up.

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“Vote for me, and I’ll end all wars!” MAGA: “Yeah! No more wars! Woo-hoo!” <Later> “We’re renaming the Defense Department to ’The War Department.’” MAGA: “Yeah no more wars AND a war department! Awesome!” <LATER> “We’re at war.” MAGA: “Whatever! We’re stupid!”

This morning I saw…get this…an ARMY RECRUITERS car. A rolling billboard for enlisting. IT WAS A TESLA. C’mon, MAGA, make up your goddamn minds: Do we want to save the planet or not? Drill baby drill, but Joe Isuzu in the “War Department” is putting his people in electric cars. Shocking.

“I saw Mitch this—MIT-chuh. MITT-CH.It’s weird if you say it enough times, am I right? Anyway, I saw him just this afternoon and he must be doing great‘cause he’s got Kathy Bates with him…so, no, he’s doing good and we expect him back at work any day now. Two weeks, tops…”

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I’m sorry, which timeline did I wake up in? See, when I fell asleep, everyone was laying bets on whether The Turtle was going to make it through the night, and when I woke up everyone was celebrating Graham’s promotion to Corpse. Tell me, people of This Earth: does pizza, at least, exist here?

Piggy post: 25 lines self-aggrandizing. 15 lines whining about someone else. 750 lines trashing that person. 55 lines citing made-up evidence about how terrible something else is. Racism and misogyny sprinkled over the whole thing. The words “very unfair” three dozen times.

My Apple Watch is about to give up on me if June’s Fitness Challenge is any indicator: “Look, friend, seriously, just put the watch on like…five times, and you’ll get all the badges you missed. Baby steps. We’ve heard you loud and clear!” Meh. I’ll take it.

When the biggest grifter (the one who tells you he’s going to pick your inside jacket pocket while he’s taking your briefcase) walks up and tells you to give him ANYTHING and he’ll “take care of the children” HE PROBABLY DOESN’T MEAN IN A GOOD WAY. Thank you for your attention to this matter.

2032. The Run For The Presidency is now a reality show where the worst criminals on the planet are put into a lottery. 64 candidates are chosen and we get a series of competition shows to pick the final candidates bracket-style. Election Night is PPV and is a fight to the death. Winner is Prez.