May I introduce you to Electric Six?
May I introduce you to Electric Six?
Considering how many people didn’t vote for Kamala because they weren’t 100% happy with her stance on Palestine; yes, you dense motherfucker.
Both.
Fucking.
Sides.
Except the hyperbole in this case is comparing someone who has played “one single video game” as the same as kicking trans people down the stairs.
You get that right? The insufferability comes not from saying “please show support by not playing this game” but from saying “if you play this game, you are a bad person”.
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So fucking desperate to believe the richest man in the world is secretly miserable, it’s pathetic. He cries crocodile tears in a scripted interview and you take that as a “win”.
He is. The richest man. In the world. Get that through your head. He’s not miserable, he’s not regretting his choices. He won and is having the time of his life living consequence free. Tesla stock could drop to zero, he could lose Twitter, and you know what? He’d still be the richest man in the world. SpaceX alone guarantees that.
But sure, you go ahead and pretend the man with more money than God, who can take his private jet to his private yacht and relax whenever he wants, is somehow really sad and depressed because one of his multi-billion dollar companies had their stock temporarily go down by a few percentage points. I’m sure that’s a great comfort to you as you struggle to pay rent.
I keep telling myself that I’m doing ok and everything is fine, but at least once a day I suddenly collapse and start quietly sobbing. It usually happens in the shower, but it can happen anytime I have a brief moment alone. Only lasts for about 1 to 5 minutes and then I’m back up doing whatever it was I was doing, but its happening more and more frequently, and it’s getting harder to pretend I’m not overwhelmed by everything.
There is so much chaos and uncertainty. When I look at the state of the world, it feels like giving up and screaming incoherently into the void is somehow the most rational response; and that trying to keep going is the real insanity.
The fact that people believe this was real shows that even the most basic media literacy is fucking dead.
Why are people so bad at recognizing obviously fake shit?
Not a single millennial was old enough to vote for Clinton. Barely any were old enough to vote for Bush, even during his second term.
Do not lump millennials in with that mess. We didn’t make it, we were just forced to grow up with it.
Anyone else a bit surprised at how small it is? Like, yea, it’s definitely bigger than a regular bulldozer, but looking at the giant trucks/equipment that are used in places like quarries, this is pretty tiny by comparison.
Name a non-US country in the Americas that is not
Mumble is a terrific VOIP program. It’s audio quality and reliability are WAY better than discord. But it does not nearly have enough features to be a good replacement. It’s missing features like being able to stream in-app, share videos, keep and pin messages in different channels, pinging system for people and groups… The list goes on. These are features that groups and communities have come to rely on.
An analogy would be like comparing an incredibly good tent to a shitty house. While the tent is probably comfier to sleep in, eventually you’re going to want things like outlets, kitchen appliances, toilets, and showers which make the shitty house the better long-term choice.
If someone I don’t like or interact with says they support me, that is not me “teaming up” with them.
The President is behind him too. I don’t like either of them, but I can see why people would want to take a picture.
There is an odd feeling of power when you wear booties while walking on a rocky shore. Like you’re defying God by treading where man was not meant to. Even better if they’re sharp rocks.
One of my best friends was a dude from Philadelphia who was a republican who became friends with the mortal enemy of the republican party
He became friends with the concept of education?
I mean, he was incredibly rich. That probably helped.
Maybe recognize that your partner doesn’t ascribe as much meaning to arbitrary dates and that silently expecting them to do something is a toxic mentality. I hope you realize you’re not teaching them any sort of lesson, you are intentionally setting yourself up to be disappointed/upset at your partner for not following the rules of a game they didn’t know you were playing.
Especially these days. Don’t you think it’s possible they have other things on their mind? I know I do. Between trying to figure out how to pay bills, figuring out how to save a little so we can retire some day, thinking about how stressful my job is, thinking about all the chores that need to be done, worrying about the health of myself and my family, worrying about car/home repairs, keeping insurance/registrations/enrollments/appointments/documents all up to date, and the endless struggle of what we’re having for dinner tonight; there’s just not a whole lot of mental space left for reading my partner’s mind and fulfilling their unspoken expectations.
You say this has been happening for years. Ever think that it’s just not something that’s going to change? That you’re expecting a fish to climb a tree unprompted and then getting upset with the fish when it doesn’t?
Grow the fuck up. Be a partner to your partner. How hard is it to say “Hey, I’d like to feel special on Valentine’s Day. It’s important to me.”?
30 years of watching progressive movements flounder and civil action lead to absolutely zero substantial changes has given me a defeatist attitude. What good is getting mad? It’s not like it will change anything.
Found the non-American.
Most places will have loud thunderstorms at least a few times a year. They scare pets, trigger PTSD, and can cause a hell of a lot more damage than fireworks. We also only know about them a few days in advance, and have to deal with additional problems like rain and high winds. But we don’t get mad at the thunderstorms, and most of us aren’t filled with hatred and dread while we wait them out, they are just something that happens.
So considering mother nature will out-do fireworks multiple times a year without any sort of schedule, I really don’t see the issue with people using fireworks to celebrate two times a year on dates and times that everyone should know well in advance.
Do they have to happen? No, but enough people want them to happen that you should maybe just learn to put up with it. That’s part of living in a society.