Smashed Potatoes

Hope you didn’t throw away the box your Mr. Potato Head came in.  He’s going to be worth something once we wake up from this trash compactor we’ve been living in!  Remember how Mr. Potato Head had a little trap door in his behind where you’d keep all his parts. You could give him a pipe and a newspaper or even have him holding a little fan belt like he just came back from the auto parts store.  Then there was Mrs. Potato Head – she had a little handbag and a hat with a flower on it, and even a little mallet she used to pop Mr. Potato Head guy when he got out of line.  They were inseparable, even did some movies together.  But now, cancelled, as mom and pop Potato Head have had to become pan-sexual so the correct people could feel less guilty.  I sure hope it works because cancelling biology is hard. Takes big stones, or brass ovaries or something to be that impressed with yourself!  We’re beginning to see a quickening as we inch closer to the singularity – the morphing of all into one.  Think of it like E-Pluribus Backwards, a personal transformation from freedom into an odorless, colorless, comfortably numb and compliant, gender-neutral cell mass with a bad logo. That’s critical Otis Theory,  Hear Podcast - Wash Hands

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