According to NewsChannel5, someone sent identical flyers to Stirrup and at least four other Nashville-area gay bars last week. The only text on each flyer were the letters LGBT, and each letter corresponded to one of the four red, white, and blue pictures printed above them. Instead of ‘lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender,’ this LGBT was an acronym for the Statue of Liberty, a Gun, a bottle of Beer, and President Donald Trump.

Each envelope had a red MAGA stamp in the upper left corner, and the return address corresponded with an empty lot in downtown Nashville. As of this writing, no individual or group has taken responsibility for sending the letters.

The inevitable has happened. Microplastics have already been found in birds and fish and whales, so it should have come as no surprise that they have now been discovered in humans. To be specific but indelicate, tiny plastic particles and fibers have been found in the stool of eight people who provided samples as part of a pilot study.

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“I’d say microplastics in poop are not surprising,” says Chelsea Rochman, an ecologist at the University of Toronto, who studies the effects of microplastics on fish. “For me, it shows we are eating our waste—mismanagement has come back to us on our dinner plates. And yes, we need to study how it may affect humans.”

I made this two days after Trump was EC-elected.

Now that we're supposed to be terrified of a bunch of poor refugees trying to find a better life, and that Trump is about to go full Pink, it seems like a good time to watch again.

Still.

Just saw a personalized license plate that read "CNTYBLLX".

Took me a while to figure it out, because it isn't a common American English phrase. If it was, the DMV would have never allowed that plate to be made.

You Brits might know it, though.

Someday, we'll learn that most bacteria communicate with other bacteria. And then we'll learn how to move these communications through whatever the internet is called at the time. And then we'll have to create a .bacteria top level domain so they can chat with each other.

“Fuck this guy”

There is a mood for this album.
It’s songwriting with a capital-S.

I've never really listened to Cohen. But from what I have heard, I gotta agree.

Oh, is fun allowed in this band? I didn’t know. I don’t even hate downer shit. I’m a huge Nick Drake and John Martyn fan—any of those sad fuckers. But for some reason, Leonard Cohen seems like the guy at a party who just talks about his shit to you to the point where you’re like, “I don’t know, man. I just want to grab another beer. I don’t want to talk about the socio-political state of the world.

On Wednesday, DC law student Amy Currotto announced to the world in a Facebook post, "BERNIE SANDERS I KID YOU NOT STOPPED ME FROM GETTING HIT BY A CAR ON MY WAY TO MY GUITAR LESSON." Her alleged near-death experience and subsequent selfie with the Vermont senator quickly went viral, and like a lot of people, we here at VICE had about 200 questions: Did he vault over a moving car, dodging traffic at superhuman speed to whisk her away from danger? Did he throw himself in front of her, raising a single palm to some bus driver inches away from mowing her down? Could he have sprinted out into the street, scooped her into his arms, and carried her to safety, Spiderman-style?

Now can we be done with this fuggin guy?

Another day I wake up, feed the cats, flip on the internet and am disappointed to see that Trump hasn't died overnight.

This is every morning.

I used to have a coffee mug with just the bottom-left panel on it. But the image wore off and I was left with a blank white mug - story of my life.