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Here's a fun reminder that I don't know why I thought of. If you are near a tornado and it appears to not be moving or diminishing in size, it is. Specifically, it is moving toward you; the lack of change in size is because it's getting closer at roughly the same rate it's expending its size. Get to shelter, numbnuts.
Once at a job interview when asked my greatest weakness as an employee I said, "Embezzlement." Perhaps I should've said my greatest weakness was, "Bad, inappropriately timed jokes."
One of my big issues with communism is, well, communists themselves, but particularly the stupid idealization of it. You ever notice communist nations don't have huge immigration issues, despite having incredibly strict immigration and emmigration laws? Cause sane people don't want to live in them. Those who idealize also love talking about what it will provide, while never talking about who will provide. Nothing is free. Labor comes from somewhere.
If they do ever talk about labor they'll be doing, it's always some ridiculous bullshit like, "I'd be an artist", or "I'd write for the party". Uh huh. So it follows the rest population also gets to choose their jobs too, and luckily most of their dream careers in commieland just so happen to be fun stuff like 'military/police conscript', 'miner with little to no safety regulations', 'sewage treatment plant employee', and 'what is essentially a fucking medieval agrarian serf except worse'. You aren't picking shit, you do what you're told to do.
Chances are you will never be high enough up in the party to bypass things like that. The wealthiest and most powerful members of actual communist societies, are, funny enough, either hardcore capitalists who demonize capitalism, or those already so embedded in party structure that they live the lives of overpowered feudal monarchs, complete with their own concept of divine right. Everybody else is meat for the grinder. There's a reason communist states were big on birthrates (China being an exception due to its already massive population, but even now its pivoted away from that, but it also constantly has to allow more and more free enterprise capitalism because communism is a shit economic system). It wasn't family values. The individual is just a part of the state machine, and like any part, wears out and is no longer useful. They encourage (which is to say, very often force) breeding so you breed your own replacement parts, essentially. Incidentally, funny thing, guess how homosexuality is treated in communist states if you're, once again, not powerful enough to have people ignore it?
Speaking of, family itself is generally considered a bad thing. Family, or even deep personal friendships, religion, or anything that gives you a sense of connection or loyalty to something aside from the state is bad, since it elevates something else above the state. Party loyalty is all that matters, so all other things have to be redefined to support it. If you can't eliminate family, or friends, or faith, or the basic concept of human peer bonding, you mutilate it until you have some hideous simulacrum of it, but with none of its soul or the meaning it provides. It's not freedom, it's malevolent soul crushing tyranny.
I rarely talk about politics but this chaps my ass. Should note, there is one type of communism I do like. Really, any commune a person selects to be part of and can go away from; that's a personal choice that requires acceptance of certain rules and precepts, but the key is it's personal. It's a human decision made of one's own volition, like becoming a monk. Communist states, not so much.
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Thinking of my son. First time I met him, how amazing it was. Terrifying too. He was already ten, had no idea what to expect of it. But in minutes I was enthralled. He was smart and funny and mercifully inherited his mother's looks rather than whatever hideousness I have going on. Years later, when I met his future wife, she was perfect, loving, gentle, and got attached pretty damn quick. Then my first grandkid, she was amazing and beautiful, then her little brothers, and little sister now too. I've had a surprisingly full life for being just about forty-one years old, but this is my family, and I didn't realize how much I truly wanted it. Like some kind of fire in my gut I didn't know was there, and now I can't live without it. It fills me with hope. My only fear now for myself is not living long enough to see the little ones all grown up to give them the advice my elders gave me.
Where else will they get the aged, deranged relative to give them the best-worst advice possible? That's how I was raised. A litany of crazy old people who taught me how to live. Admittedly that includes nuggets of advice like, "If someone threatens your family, you knock them on their back and start punching their face until your knuckles dead end on the ground behind their skull", but where else you going to learn it? Though healthier is probably hundreds of recipes. Nothing like making a family tradition with someone for the first time. Or teaching them how to hunt, climb, swim, farm, fish, build things, fix things, dance, sing. Seeing my grandchildren graduate and get married (though they keep joking Rose might become a nun; she's just a toddler but likes imitating them; I'm totally fine with this too) and have lives of their own. Maybe it's selfishness, but I got some of it, and I want more, dammit.
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