See I've never understood why people obsess about living longer. All those extra years come at the end, which is the adult diaper, memory loosing, decrepit part of life. It doesn't stretch out the younger good parts, it just staves off death during the miserable part. Personally I'd rather just get it over with sooner with a nice, quick aneurysm in my sleep.
They're pretending climate change either isn't a thing or doesn't matter. I'm sure there are some true believers sprinkled in there, but between pandering to their idiot voters and wanting Jesus to show up and magic away all their problems, it's futile trying to get these troglodytes to think about anyone else's actual welfare.
The answer is that there's no one answer. Since people find it, since people make it, and some people don't think it exists. I'm that last one, just killing time until sweet oblivion finally claims me.
Slimey Slime McSlimington, from a page of this sources back in the old Internet. For additional reference "twink" used to refer to a tabletop RPG munchkin or power gamer; not the, uh, not the other thing.
As far as I've seen it's the oldest example of the "namey mcname" joke out there.
Mine's not clever, just an NPC I made for an old GURPS game I ran ages ago that I've since used as my handle online. Frustratingly there's some guy in Italy who claimed it as their Steam name though so that's the one place I couldn't use it lol
My dad. He drinks coffee with everything, including his coffee.