Meli

“Freedom: To ask nothing. To expect nothing. To depend on nothing.”

[feminismisstillahatemovement]

Just as in the UK, no feminists ever celebrate Margaret Thatcher being the first female Prime Minister for the entirety of the 1980s. We've had two more female Prime Ministers too, since then, and they've both been Conservative, so all feminists either openly hate or ignore them.

If feminism was actually about empowering women, they would loudly celebrate the achievments of women across the political spectrum, but they only promote those on the left. Feminism is about a far-left political agenda, and the women of the world just pawns being moved around the board to gain that agenda wider support.

[1americanconservative]

[meli-r]

I wish Spain would think the same way. But our government needs votes. Europe's biggest problem will be in ten years…

[ubik-elixir]

Los de Negros Aires merecen cagar en un balde por el resto de su miserable existencia.

[meli-r]

Tienes que pensar que Argentina es un país socialista desde la época de Perón, quien comenzó con las subvenciones. Los Kirchner metieron más subsidios y crearon más vagos que son los que hoy en día votan, sin hablar de los presos. También están los empresarios que tienen arreglos con los kirchneristas y votaron por ellos. Va a tardar mucho en cambiar el país. Los propios venezolanos lo dicen, que la mayoría con los que hablo están contentos de que haya ganado Milei, pero te dicen que a la Argentina igual le falta para salir del socialismo. Yo sólo agradezco que aún por suerte no tengan problemas con la inmigración islámica. Porque el día que empiecen a emigrar masivamente para allá y a tener muchos hijos, Argentina va a colapsar porque los kirchneristas les van a dar subsidios a todos.

[iztea]

monster arc incoming

[meli-r]

Now that socialists and communists are back, I can’t help but wonder what could happen. Venezuelan friends told me how property values collapsed, people sold whatever they could, often at ridiculous prices, just to buy a plane ticket out.

I hope Argentina never gets to that point. I know what it feels like when the price of a ticket suddenly jumps more than 100% overnight.

Lately, talking with Argentinians, I keep hearing the same fear: properties haven’t sold for years, even at lower prices, and now people are afraid they could drop even further.

[meli-r]

It's been a while since I wrote here. Kirchnerism has won in Buenos Aires. People claim they want security, but then they vote for insecurity, supporting corrupt, millionaire socialist politicians.

Supporting a former president with multiple criminal cases, now under house arrest, and still voting for her party… it’s not just an economic problem in Argentina, it’s moral. People just seem to like living in the mud, in shacks, without sewage, electricity, gas, and running water.

Having a pro-market president is a step forward, but without a majority in Congress, the socialists will block every decree, stall progress, and keep stealing. October elections might bring some hope… but I’m not holding my breath.

I feel for those who didn’t vote for this. Honestly, I have little hope for the next presidential elections, even if they’re not until 2027. Changing a socialist country that’s been used to handouts since the time of Perón is not easy. You can’t tell people to work, they’ll just say it’s “not fair” that they should have to. At this point, it feels like the only way to really “vote” is still with your feet.

[tiredegggo]

[ro15in]

fallen angel

[dailyflicks]

Bridge to Terabithia 2007 | dir. Gábor Csupó

[tragicallyunaesthetic]

kids these days are growing up without the narnia, spiderwick chronicles and bridge to terabithia movies and it shows

[omartinyosef]

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE the way hannibal is looking at will like "I would flay the skin from saints and poets alike, if only to wrap you in something worthy of your mind. You are exquisite, Will—and I would kill, carve, and curate a feast of mankind, just to make you feel adored." and then will there's like: yO dIrTy AsS bItCh DoNt PsYcHoAnAlYzE mE

[tiilore]

youngish hannigram

[rubysunnday]

SENSE AND SENSIBILITY (1995) dir. Ang Lee

[meli-r]

Psycho Pass wip

Makishima/OC

****

The silence in the study was dense. Bookshelves lined the walls from floor to ceiling, loaded with dark-bound volumes. Only the soft creak of Yashiro’s shoes broke the stillness.

She entered with her hands in the pockets of her black pants, a dark brown shirt hanging loosely over her hips, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Her eyes swept over the spines of the books without touching a single one. She stopped before the shelf at the back, her back to Makishima.

He did not look up. Seated behind his desk, he was writing in a notebook with a fountain pen, his movements slow and deliberate. The warm light of the lamp outlined his shoulders and cast soft shadows across his absorbed face. On the desk, among papers and notes, a chalkboard displayed mathematical symbols: integrals, roots, unfinished equations.

“I didn’t know you were interested in mathematics,” Yashiro said without turning, her voice low, deep, laced with subtle irony. “Tired of the Greeks already?”

Makishima offered the faintest smile but did not stop writing.

“Mathematics is pure language. Cold, unquestionable. Immune to the corruption of consensus,” he replied, in that tone of his that seemed to address both her and the air itself. “But I’ve always found it impersonal. Until today. What do you do when something can’t be explained in words?”

“I profile it. Then I watch it, until it reveals what it’s hiding,” she said, turning her head slightly. “What are you trying to define with such fervor? The morality of our century? The crime coefficient?”

Makishima placed the pen down on the desk with a slow, deliberate motion. His eyes followed the line of an unfinished equation.

“I’m searching for a mathematical form that represents the ungraspable. A phenomenon that can’t be captured by statistics or game theory.”

She approached without haste, leaning on the desk beside him. One leg slightly bent over the surface, the other grounded. Her hands rested on the edge of the polished wood, her silhouette outlined by the warm light of the study. Makishima raised his gaze and took her in without urgency: from the lines of her fingers, over her bare forearms, pausing just a moment too long on the curve of her neck.

“A phenomenon?” she repeated, arching an eyebrow. “Are you going to try modeling the human soul now?”

He tilted his head slightly. Then he looked at her slowly, and their eyes met with a silent gravity, as if he feared to profane something by the mere act of looking.

“I’m trying to express something that is both constant and impossible,” he murmured. “Like the square root of minus one.”

Yashiro narrowed her eyes, glancing away for a moment. Makishima placed a hand on the notebook, his voice never losing its rhythm.

“The square root of minus one has no real existence,” he went on. “But without it, we couldn’t describe the complex phenomena that govern this world. It’s in circuits, in oscillations, in what we cannot see and yet feel. It’s a necessary fiction. An impossibility that gives shape to the universe. Like you.”

She raised her eyebrows, blinking. Then her gaze dropped to him. Makishima did not look away.

“It doesn’t exist, and yet we use it. It has no value in itself, but without it, the structure collapses. It cannot be seen or touched, yet it shapes the visible. It’s a necessary anomaly. An indispensable… paradox.”

“Are you trying to solve me?” she interrupted, her tone deep, but without irony this time.

“I’m trying not to corrupt you with my words.”

[meli-r]

Psycho Pass wip

Makishima/Tsunemori

****

The place was shrouded in gloom. Dust floated like mist in the beams of light filtering through the shattered stained glass. Tsunemori stepped forward across the cracked marble floor.

“You haven’t changed at all,” a deep voice said, tinged with amusement, echoing from above.

Tsunemori turned, raising her eyes and aiming her dominator. Makishima stood on an elevated walkway, surrounded by crumbling columns of books. He wore a white shirt, black pants and vest, and a tightly knotted tie. One hand rested on the rusted railing. The moon framed him from behind, giving him the look of a Greek statue abandoned by the gods.

“The law will never make men free; it is men who make the law free,” she said firmly.

A soft laugh echoed through the hall.

“Thoreau, isn’t it?” Makishima waved a hand in the air, raising an eyebrow with a smile. “Curious that you quote a man who went to jail for refusing to fund the State. They quote those who disobeyed the law… to justify their obedience.”

“I’m not here to debate philosophy with you.”

“Aren’t you?” Makishima tilted his head, his voice calm. “Then what are you doing with a weapon that doesn’t work, in a place where rules no longer protect you?”

Akane clenched her jaw. Makishima leaned slightly over the railing.

“Tell me, Inspector Tsunemori… how much longer are you going to fight for a law that is subjective and arbitrary? You cling to the idea that the system can be fixed from the inside, like a surgeon trying to remove a tumor without touching it. The last stronghold of modern idealism. Do you know how many empires fell while someone was saying exactly that? You can’t reform something that was designed to destroy you. You can only choose: do you serve it, or do you walk away?”

“If I walk away, all that’s left is chaos. The law isn’t perfect, but without it, there’s nothing.”

“And who told you that ‘nothing’ is worse than this? You believe in reason, in will, in individual judgment. In that, we’re the same. But you choose to remain in a system that rewards obedience and punishes freedom. A system that only survives because people like you still believe it can be saved. How much longer do you plan to carry a world that doesn’t want to be saved?”

“I’m not going to run.”

Makishima rested his elbows on the railing, like a bored god watching his creation.

“It’s not about running,” he said, his voice lower now. “It’s about not being complicit. You could walk away. Let this structure collapse on its own rotten foundations. And when it does, you could build something new. No chains. No numbers assigning value to a soul.”

“And leave behind all those who can’t choose?” Akane shot back. “I’m not like you.”

Makishima sighed, not with annoyance, but with pity.

“You think fighting for others is noble. But you’re only delaying the inevitable. Virtue doesn’t lie in sacrifice. It lies in truth. And you’re still living in a lie dressed in good intentions. As long as you believe you can reform a system designed to keep you from thinking, you’ll remain its most loyal slave.”

[philosophicalconservatism]

“There’s no point in comparing an actual, operating system with an ideal system that doesn’t exist.”

— Milton Friedman  (1912-2006) American economist.

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