The Phoenix's Nest @steelphoenix - Tumblr Blog

(art by the late edward koren, text by dril)

hovering in my gyrocopter over a baseball game and firing down at players with an air rifle. they keep trying to hit me back but the little league team has yet to discover the magical world of performance enhancing drugs. maybe next season

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*Poe Dameron voice* Somehow, Jesus has returned

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Friends, have you heard of a guy with some crazy ideas, hung out with prostitutes, sacrificed himself to save us? His name is Soichiro Honda. Do you have a minute to speak about his miracles?

Once, a long time ago, there were no cars. And then there were cars, and they were terrible. So Soichiro, he built motorcycles. Those motorcycles were pretty good. He spoke of die-cast engines, and the unbelievers unbelieved. He trained the poor and unemployed to make those dies, and they did. Soichiro looked upon his race motorcycles, and he saw that they were good.

The betrayers in the government, though, they wouldn’t let Soichiro Honda make a car. There were enough cars already, even though they were terrible. He kept the faith, defeated the government through the power of popular protest, and then there were cars. Soichiro looked upon the mid-engined, chain-drive pickup trucks, and he saw that they, too, were good.

Once, there was a young man with a dream. That dream was the Honda Civic. Soichiro Honda, although perfect, was not generous. He did not believe in the young man’s dream. He would not waste money on this ridiculous dream of a water-cooled engine, knowing that water was pure and too good to be wasted on any internal combustion less than the greatest available. The young man persisted. The Honda Civic was invented. Soichiro Honda knew that it would be good, and it was.

Perhaps you have heard of the greatest of all Honda works, the S2000? It is said that for a saint to exist, he or she must do a great work after their death. This, then, is Saint Honda’s greatest work. A monument to his vision, and his eternal forgiveness for humanity, even after many sinners have rejected him in favour of the traitor Toyota. Praise be to the VTEC, and may we leave you with some literature, a magazine we call Sport Compact Car?

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my favorite dune posts ever

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Ideas I found on tumblr and have since incorporated into my worldview:

God regards humans the same way humans see insects: tiny, fleeting, largely insignificant and almost completely harmless, yet inexplicably terrifying.

God had no idea what would happen when he created creatures with free will - he had never done that before, and now his omnipotence and omniscience does not fully cover their actions. God controls all and knows all, except for whatever you're about to do next.

And sometimes he will wake from his godly sleep, hearing us skitter in his creations, chewing holes into his Divine machinations, like so many mice within walls, and he can't even think to himself "oh God what are they up to, now?" because there is nothing higher he could pray to. The creator of the universe is alone with the abomination he has made, and we're not stuck here with him - he's stuck here with us.

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Convair F-106 Delta Dart

My favorite airplane! The one pictured here is the Cornfield Bomber

National Museum of the United States Air Force, Dayton, OH

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this was made by a non catholic because dick is step 2

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Let me tell you, when I saw this post before I imagined the second version in my head and didn't perceive it as very funny, but now that it is before me and I see it with the very eyeballs of my head, it's 2 in the morning and i've probably woken somebody up cackling violently like a centrifuged chicken