The trans agenda in a nutshell.
It’s not an apple nor a McChicken. It’s just organized photon waves vibrating at three main electromagnetic ranges, emitted from and towards bunch of quarks and gluons clumped together forming “things” (protons and neutrons) that forms bigger “things” (atoms) that forms even bigger “things” (molecules) forming even bigger things that don’t really exists, such as my “smartphone screen” and the “retinal cones and rods” inside my “eyes”. The spoon doesn’t exist, neither does the McChicken, let alone the apple, or “you”, or “me”. Wake up.
I dont think I needed to see this picture come to life but it is what I expected it would be.
I’ll only wake up if you can prove the waking world is better than this coma world. If it’s worse: I’m staying in here.
Cobb: “I’ve come back for you… to remind you of something. Something you once knew. That this world is not real.”
But Master, how do I awaken?
You realize that there is no apple.
wakes up from coma…
scratches my butt…
goes back to sleep
If I never wake up I’ll never have to see the hospital bill.
That’s a tasty looking green apple.
“we miss you”
HA! Got ya! That’s how I know it’s fake. :P
I See you have been digusted by American McChicken. Here, have some European McChicken
Op is a jr chicken, not a full one
Jr. Chicken in Europe is made with marinara sauce, this seems to be made with sour cream or mayonnaise afaict
The American looks better, chicken looks marginally more real
That’s not a real McChicken, though. That’s an advertisement model of one. The one pictured in OP’s image is not a faked model.
If the fake model one counts, then compare it to this:
What’s funny is that that could be true, but there’s no way to prove if it is or not
OOH! Wait, I remember that from Philosophy 101! I think Descartes said something like: the only thing you could be sure of was that you were thinking about it, and from that starting point… I don’t remember the rest of it.
“Cogito ergo sum”
Me thinks, me am
Thanks, Popeye.
I had a high school teacher that would talk to air, and then say “This is the magical student. He’s silent and invisable to people who are idiots. If you can’t see or hear him, it means you’re an idiot.”
Well, at least he was evenhanded in his abuse.
He also did a “bit” where he danced in 15 year old girls laps, gyrating like a stripper. Saying things like “Dollas ladies, I need dollas!”
Which at the time was meant to be a joke commentary on how high school teachers in public schools are absurdly underpaid. And while I STILL agree with that statement 25 years later (we’ve changed nothing), I DO admit that it hasn’t aged well. Definately would be lawsuit material today.
Though, to his credit, SEVERAL of the girls legit did have dollars, requesting he actually strip. To which he jokingly said he would be fired if he did. Well…maybe he was just trying to pass off a very real fact as a joke. Nonetheless he never actually stripped. He just simulated the act.
Still though…not as crazy as my english teacher a year prior, who straight up brought a goat into the classroom for the sole purpose of pissing off the principal. Essentially giving him the finger and daring him to fire him. Which didn’t happen.
Of course that’s not a McChicken… you can actually see the “chicken” patty around the edge of the bun. In reality they’re too small to see around the pile of wilted lettuce and giant glob of room temp Mayo.
It’s no use. I’m stuck here in my brain. I see everything. I feel everything.
I can’t do anything.
A frightening liminal space between states of being. Not quite dead, not quite alive!
Pretty sure that’s a banana
