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Joker held out his hands, stretching out the palms so the holes were clearly visable. "Do you wanna know how I got these scars?" He chuckled gently.
Kermit trembled at the sight of his lover, who had been crucified in front of him only three days prior. "Y-you're dead... I saw you..." his voice quivered with emotion. The honey of his devotion had already crystallized painfully into grief, choking him with a sweetness he could no longer stand the taste of. He could not bear to feel hopeful. He had already mourned. It was too much. He collapsed to the ground.
"Kermit... it's really me," Joker chuckled reassuringly. "Here... if you still don't believe....... put your fingers here, into my hole..............."
Kermit gasped. "You're... h-h-hole?!" He gasped.
Joker chuckled with arousal. "No, not that kind of hole. Not yet at least, my dear. I meant my Jesus Holes," again, he displayed his hands, and his feet this time too, which sure enough, had big Jesus Holes in them from where the nails had been driven through his flesh, holding him up on the cross.
Kermit placed his hands into the Joker's wounds... it was a impossible. It was a miracle. How he had survived the cross? Kermit looked up at Joker with shining eyes, hands still in his Jesus Holes. His own Muppet Hole was fluttering with rapture. "My Lord..." he breathed.
Joker chuckled radiantly. "Yes, Kermit. But not to you. I am not your Lord." He chuckle"I am your Clown Husband."
They embraced, Kermit sobbing and kissing him all over. It was crazy. Even Joker Christ was getting a little teary eyed.
Then they got out the
Bible.
best animal names: birds who totally won't develop an ego complex about this
thanks keyboard, when I accidentally typed hest instead of best I totally wanted the hest (norwegian word for horse) emoji
It can happen to the
of us
Forgotten Griffin
she said do you homie i tell her only bartly i only love my marge and my lisa im sorry
Weird Fantasy (1950) #18 written by Al Feldstein and drawn by Joe Orlando, with editor Bill Gaines
So he said it can't be a Black. So I said, "For God's sakes, Judge Murphy, that's the whole point of the Goddamn story!" So he said, "No, it can't be a Black". Bill just called him up and raised the roof, and finally they said, "Well, you gotta take the perspiration off". I had the stars glistening in the perspiration on his Black skin. Bill said, "Fuck you", and he hung up.
Al Feldstein, Tales of Terror: The EC Companion
Just to add context for those not aware of the impact of this story.
The reason it was so important for narrative purposes, was that the plot concerns the visit of the Astronaut, in his completely opaque spacesuit, to a planet populated entirely by self-aware robots (originally from Earth) who have built their own society and are petitioning to be allowed to interact with Earth again as equals.
They have a democratic government and free choice of careers etc. as the orange robot serving as guide tells the Astronaut.
The Astronaut notices that there are two different types of robot on this world; the orange ones, who are in charge, gifted access to all information and facilities. and the blue robots, who are seen as more limited in function, have less access to information and resources, and are not allowed positions of power or as wide a choice of employment opportunities. Even transportation is segregated.
The Astronaut investigates further and discovers that the blue and orange robots are actually structurally identical, there is absolutely no difference between their potential or capabilities, and it is only because the orange robots are instructed by their Educator system to consider themselves superior, that the difference exists.
The Astronaut tells the robots they are not ready for re-alignment with Earth, until they come to terms with their own unfairness, and how Earth had had to deal with this issue themselves. When that time comes, the robots will be able to ally with Earth.
Then he leaves in his spaceship, and it's only in that one final panel that we see the Astronaut is black.
Not subtle, nor should it be, but for 1950 this was a breathtakingly powerful statement, perhaps the first of it's kind in the genre.
The black character was not a caricature, or comedy relief, he was a main character in his own right, a human who "simply" was black.
Ok, but this story is sadly revolutionary even now. That is not just a human who happens to be black, as far as every other character in this story is concerned this is the most important, maybe even the only human they ever see, who happens to be black.
As depressing as that is, but a black person just casually representing the entirety of humanity is a breathtakingly powerfull statement even today, a quarter of a century later.
reblogging for Black History Month!
fyi the point of fucking up your data patterns isnt to avoid suspicion. it’s to make EVERYONE suspicious. same logic as the bloc, pals. protect your comrades, be suspicious. ESPECIALLY if you aren’t doing anything likely to get you arrested.
the state is less omniscient and significantly more incompetent than you’d think. overextend their resources at every possible opportunity. make them cry wolf repeatedly. run their data analysis agents fucking ragged. and strike. attack.
YES i’m a postgrad statistics researcher and i can tell you that the state honestly has NO IDEA what to do with the data it collects, it has an obsession with big data but it’s almost impossible to work with in practice. the traditional statistical approaches that are used can’t be scaled up, the adapted approaches are substantially weakened, and the machine learning approaches have the same problems and often tell them nothing. data scientists are only just coming around to these issues too, most still just push on with it anyway - incompetence is the word. above all this though, like you say, the biggest issue for the state is at the point of data collection. they will NEVER get anything useful if they’re collecting shitty messy data. they will eventually figure out that the real solution is working how to collect accurate and meaningful data, we should make it as difficult as possible for them to do that
This makes me think that we need WAAAY more apps that generate junk data
Apps that generate junk data? tell me moooore.
Ooh I know this one!
Ad Nauseum is an adblocker that stores the ads it blocks and continuously generates fake clicks, fucking with analytics and costing the ad companies money
TrackMeNot automatically does randomly generated searches on a variety of search engines to obscure your real searches and fuck with analytics, and you can set it up to work with anything that has a search bar (including facebook, twitter, amazon, youtube, etc)
WhatCampaign replaces analytics parameters in links with the string “FuckOff”. I thought there was a similar extension that used random strings, but I can’t seem to find it
Privacy Possum is a fork of Privacy Badger with a focus on costing tracking companies as much money as possible, and idk if my limited tech knowledge is enough to understand what it does but the description does say it falsifies some data so that’s good enough for me
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Boy it SURE would be a SHAME if this were SPREAD AROUND for everyone TO SEE
so don't get too comfortable.
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What if Kermit were to make you the muppet for once? His hand, sliding into your hole with a surprising familiarity before you remember that, oh, he's been on the receiving end of this countless times before. Feeling him work his fingers inside of you, controlling you onstage at the Muppet Show for anyone to see. You dance, you sing, you do Funny Little Quips. He owns you and doesn't even have to say a word. At the end of the night, he pulls his hand out, and puts you in the Muppet Closet. How would it feel to be his plaything?
Imagine It...
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this is all thank you tumbreler
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