Maybe, lord knows he’ll have his price, but dude legitimately hates wind power because “it’s ugly.” Sometimes our particular burgeoning dystopia reminds me most of the Twilight Zone with the omnipotent and petulant child.

I mean, other than being racist shitbags, fine, I guess? Wresting isn’t really my thing, but I can respect it as a kind of cooperative dance and storytelling exercise. Still, being a big guy with a personal trainer and a built-in or built-up audience is sort of what pro wrestling is for.

If he can’t get the choreography down, though, he won’t last long there either. It’s not a sport, but it is a challenging physical activity that a lot of the performers take seriously, including making sure they don’t hurt each other because of any lack of skill.

I was poking around some boxing posts on the other link-aggregator site, and a lot of folks were noting that the ring seemed to be larger than usual, allowing Paul to last longer simply by running away like a Monty Python knight, and that his opponent was likely a bit past his prime and out of practice, and finally that the ref was letting Paul do some “anti-boxing” hijinks that they normally stop sooner. They were also speculating that Netflix was only willing to pay up if Paul fought a legitimate boxer, though, and everything up until now had been somewhere between pro-wrestling fixed and watching the top-pyramid amateurs at your local pay-to-play indoor soccer/football park.

All that, and the asshat still ends up as a hilarious meme. Small win, but gotta take 'em when they come.

My cockatiel has legitimately bitten all those things.