The American political system, where gay men from both major parties passed the keys to each other over the course of several decades, and made it look like they were fighting each other.
We need a new party with a leader who isn't a total fucking clown to emerge so this shitty game of Q-Ping-Pong can end already!
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2 million.