“Letters From God”

Bless The Amazon Workers Who Crashed Bezos’ Met Gala

Good job, heroes!

Dear Humans,

Lo, while billionaires gathered at the Met Gala to pretend they have class or culture, Amazon workers showed up outside to remind everyone what really funds their costume party.

Piss bottles.

1. The Workers Crashed The Party

Jeff Bezos paid $10 million to attend this year’s rich scumbag costume ball.

And lo, Amazon workers said: absolutely fucking not.

The Met Gala wanted to turn Bezos into a patron of the arts.

Amazon workers turned him back into the Lex Luther villain he is.

Behold, Chris Smalls and Amazon workers outside the Met Gala, reminding America who really built Bezos’ empire.

(There’s a little video embedded on the page that I can’t snag and bring back. Click above on the title, or here to see the videos, and to save yourself time, read the little bit of the rest there, too. Snip)

2:00 Break!

If you don’t care to read the poetry, scroll on down to the photos-guaranteed to cheer you!

Now I’ve heard The Man With No Name tellin’ folks I don’t like people laughin’- says I get the crazy notion they’re laughin’ at me… Well, that’s a load of hee-haw, for sure:

Jennifer Burville-Riley -Mule Musings

Worriedman

Mule Musings
by Jennifer Burville-Riley

Now I’ve heard The Man With No Name
tellin’ folks I don’t like people laughin’-
says I get the crazy notion
they’re laughin’
at me…

Well, that’s a load of hee-haw,
for sure:
I’m about as self-assured and confident a Mule
as you’re likely to find
either side of the Mexican borderline.
See, my Momma was a skittish chestnut mare,
and I get my fine set o’ teeth
and my elegant hooves from her
but my Pappy gave me
a donkey’s patience and an even temper…
shame about the ears.

So y’see I ain’t generally too fussed when folks are laughin’.
I confess, I do hate it when folks start shootin’.

Been shot at by Confederates,
been shot at by the Union,
been shot at by bandits, outlaws, inlaws,
mulateers, racketeers, pistoleers,
pursuin’ posses and ambushin’ enemies.
Been fired on by cannon, by pistol and by rifle…

By my rump, I sure could do without this rumpus nowadays.
Truth be told, I’d settle
for a quiet life,
a little paddock on the prairie.
Sometimes, I say to the cowboy:
look here, friend,
if we don’t take it easy soon,
I’m gonna tell all the folks in the next saloon
just what your Momma really christened
The Man With No Name.
Then we’ll see who gets the crazy idea
that people are laughin’.

I found a file full of photos of Amos and the Minions I hadn’t used.I went looking for a suitable poem and found this one.

And here we are! The poem is clever and funny! (Used for educational purposes only , btw) I’m glad I found it !

(I was hoping since I’d copied those grouped as on the page, they’d load that way, but no. No way I can find that WP will do side by side photos, even when picked up together. My apologies for those who scroll on their phones!)

There’s a story here – Penny got caught

Jenny thought it was hilarious –

Penny thought Jenny might be over doing it a bit.

And told her so-

They agreed to disagree and got over it in 10 minutes

That’s all I got room for – Thanks for dropping by!

“May Day”

https://www.gocomics.com/frazz/2026/05/01

I Thought It Was The One You Feed, But This Makes Sense

https://www.gocomics.com/jim-benton-cartoons/2026/04/30

This Week’s “Lay Lines”

I’m so sorry, Scottie; I haven’t gotten comics read all week, but here it is in the same week it went up, anyway! Apologies also to any other reader who missed this so far this week. I’ll try to do better!

https://www.gocomics.com/lay-lines

Dance, Dance; Also Laugh

(Not at the dancing; it’s great! So is the comedian.)

More Fun + A Little Eye Candy

From The Smart Ones:

Cover Snark: Detective Stabler, Is That You?

by Amanda · Apr 27, 2026 at 2:00 am

Welcome back to Cover Snark!

Elyse: The artist was sick the day they learned to draw the lower body.

Sneezy: Never skip leg day.

Amanda: Her dress reminds me of those Barbie dress cakes.

Sarah: That is just So Much Dress.

Also, are his trousers open in the front?! My word!

From Syntha: I don’t even know where to start with this one.

Sarah: He looks like someone. Who does he look like. It’s going to bug me until I figure it out.

Elyse: It’s orange Detective Stabler.

Sarah: YES I THINK YOU ARE RIGHT.

Elyse: Doink Doink!

Sarah: Syntha also sent this and I have to say, I respect the attempt:

Syntha: The giraffe neck just looks so silly rising out of the jacket.

Amanda: Honestly, this one is perfect.

No notes.

Elyse: His center of gravity is just so fucked up.

Can you imagine the orthopedic issues that guy has?

Sarah: I really can’t fault any of it.

Sarah: This was a suggestion while I was looking at the Neckromancer (I see what was done there) and in icon size it looks like he is drooling.

Amanda: You can just tell this man has an overinflated ego.

Sarah: He is his own Chosen Champion, huh? Yeah, I see it.

(snip-Far MORE snark in the comments, on the page)

Comedy Short Vids

I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t post some comedy & fun shorts, and I haven’t put in much comedy beyond Trae, and Josh. Enjoy!

Josh Day, Next Day!

All device protection from beverage spray protocol should be observed.

And Now, From The Onion, About Its New Acquisition:

Enjoy!

At Long Last, InfoWars Is Ours

By Bryce P. Tetraeder, CEO, Global Tetrahedron

Published: April 20, 2026

Let me tell you a story. When I was a child, I suffered from night terrors. It was always the same dream: I could hear my family and neighbors wailing in the street outside as they were pursued and then destroyed by a nameless malevolent force, something neither I nor anyone else could control, a great darkness that was, somehow, all my fault.

Today, that childhood dream is finally coming true. Today I can finally say the sweetest nine or 10 words in the English language: Global Tetrahedron has completed its plan to control InfoWars.com.

I’ve had a lot of time to think about InfoWars in the last year and a half. As the seasons have changed, my ambitions for the project have grown grander, crueler, better aligned with market data. Come, friends, and imagine with me…

Imagine a roaring arena packed to the rafters with pathological liars. High above you in the nosebleeds are podcasters, screaming that you’ll die if you don’t buy their skincare products. Below, on the floor, imagine demonic battalions of super-influencers physically forcing people into home fitness devices designed to dismantle their bodies bone by bone and reassemble them into a grotesque statue of yourself. Out of the throngs, an extremely sick looking man approaches you. He puts his hands on your shoulders. He explains that he is your life coach and that you owe him $800.

Such is the InfoWars I envision: An infinite virtual surface teeming with ads. Not just ads, but scams! Not just scams, but lies with no object, free radical misinformation, sentences and images so poorly thought out that they are unhealthy even to view for just a few seconds. The InfoWars of old was only the prototype for the hell I know we can build together: A digital platform where, every day, visitors sacrifice themselves at altars of delusion and misery, their minds fully disintegrating on contact.

With this new InfoWars, we will democratize psychological torture, welcoming brutal and sadistic ideas from everyone, even the very stupidest among us. It will be like the Manhattan Project, only instead of a bomb, we will be building a website.

The InfoWars of tomorrow will converge into a swirling vortex of content about content, talent acquiring talent, rings of concentric media mergers processing all human artistry into one endlessly digestible slurry. This will be a dank, sunless place, one where panic and capital feed on each other like twins in the womb of a hulking, unknowable monster—a monster known by many names, but which I like to call modern-day America.

All of this is to say that I believe in us. I believe that with the new InfoWars, we can alchemize the pioneering spirit of amateur inquiry, the profit-maximizing drive of corporations, and the cold mental clarity that comes only with disciplined daily ingestion of mind- and body-altering chemicals. Ifwe can do that, what other great things can we do together? (snip-MORE)