The reading comprehension and overall common sense on this website is piss poor.
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The reading comprehension and overall common sense on this website is piss poor.
how dare you say we piss on the poor
theyre unlocking new types of guy over on reddit apparently
one day, I want to be this guy
fuck an "intended audience" how about we normalize engaging with new and unfamiliar art pieces on their own terms
ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the difference between pushing a product and creating a work of art
I can't be bothered to find the thread rn. But there were a bunch of people talking about it, and I agree, so I'm sharing the idea here:
We need a death of the audience; lots of media gets worse because authors are too worried about a hypothetical audience. As someone engaging with media, you need to understand that you simply might not understand all of it, and that's ok. But also I think more authors need to realize that it's ok if not everyone in the audience will fully understand everything they're doing.
The Legend of General Monk Monk
It took Yaqub 600 years to manufacture his tribe of pale evil albinoids on the isle of Pelan (Patmos); and every imagination of their heart and all of their actions were wicked continuously. The evilness of the Albinoids not only effected themselves, but also affected the other peoples of the world. Yaqub’s Albinoids entered the holy city of Mecca in the year 9000 because Yaqub taught them that Mecca was their home. Once, back in the city, it took only 6 months for Yaqub’s Albinoids to cause chaos and war among the Ebonoid people. The King of the Ebonid people realized that it was Yaqub’s Albinoids who were causing all the trouble, and the King made a decree to exile Yaqub’s evil Albinoids from amongst them. The King put his strongest, toughest, most unyielding soldier in charge of exiling Yaqub’s evil Albinoids from amongst the Ebonoid people. This legendary soldier’s name was General Monk Monk. Although his name has been spelled variously over time as General Muck Muck, General Muk Muk, and General Muk Mud. General Monk Monk rounded up all of Yaqub’s evil Albinoids there in the East, and took them down to the edge of the Dessert where they were stripped of everything: stripped of the sciences we taught them, stripped of our books they stole from us, and stripped of their clothing. But, lambskin aprons were put on them to hide their nakedness. General Monk Monk stripped them of everything and left them with nothing but their language of telling lies and stealing. General Monk Monk put Yaqub’s evil Albinoids in chains, and put cable-tows around their necks, in preparation to drive them out of the land of light, across the burning hot sands of the dessert into the mountains, hills, and caves of beasts in what is now called Europe. General Monk Monk rode a white horse, and he carried a high powered rifle, and a sharp sword of light. The other soldiers in General Monk Monk’s army rode on camels, and they carried long sharp swords in their hand. Members of General Monk Monk’s army were Ebonoid people who had fell victim to the evil schemes of Yaqub’s Albinoids, so this is how they got them back for the hard times they received from Yaqub’s evil Albinoids. General Monk Monk and his army made Yaqub’s evil Albinoids walk every step of the way as they crossed the hot burning sands of the desert. General Monk Monk would make Yaqub’s evil Albinoids run, when the sun was high in the sky at high noon. Yakub’s evil albinoids would jump up and down as their feet would burn on the hot sand. Ask an Ebonoid Mason, when he crossed the hot sand, were you walking or riding? If he says he was walking, then he is a fool, because he was riding. He was riding horseback. He was riding camel back. It was the Albinoid had on the cable tow and apron, and was walking the white sands 6000 years ago. A lot of Yakub’s evil albinoids died from exhaustion, dehydration, and sun burn in the desert. General Monk Monk expected all of the albinoids to die when he was running them out of the East, but those fools lived brother, they lived! At night, General Monk Monk would make Yakub’s evil albinoids walk. They did not stop, day or night. If one of the albinoids fell to the sand, General Monk Monk would take them by their head and slay them right there on the spot, man or woman, it did not matter. They did not stop, they did not take a break; the Albinoids had to walk every step of the way until they reached an oasis 1,100 miles from where they started. At this oasis, General Monk Monk allowed the albinoids to rest, eat, and drink some water, for they had another 1,100 miles to go before they reached their destination. This was the first million man march. When General Monk Monk made a million ablinoids march across the burning hot sands. After reaching the second oasis, the whole group of albinoids was acting savage like animals. General Monk Monk had covered 2,200 miles and was in the land of what they now call Turkey. Once General Monk Monk let the albinoids loose, the albinoids ran wild up into the caves and hillsides: They tore off their apron, walked on all fours, and live a beastly way of life. General Monk Monk and his army stayed there in Asia Minor, Turkey, the Straits of the Dardanelles, to guard the border to make sure that the evil albinoids did not try to enter back into the land of peace. Any time one of the evil Albinoids would try to ease out of the caves and try to make it back to the land of light, General Monk Monk would cut off their head. General Monk Monk’s army would become the Turks, and after a while, the Turks would go across the border just to take their heads off. Any albinoid they caught trying to come back across the border WHOP!!! Off went their head! In the Bible where it talks about an angel who had a flaming sword guarding paradise, it is taken from the story of General Monk Monk who had a sword of light, a light sabre, and was protecting the holy city from Yaqub’s evil Albinoids. This is what the Ebonids did to the Albinoids. This is what the Gods did to the Devils. General Monk Monk, and his army and their descendants, kept the albinoids confined in the caves of Europe for two thousand years. Within one thousand years after they had gotten there, the albinoids were on all fours, and could not stand upright. Yaqub’s Albinoids tamed the wolves and dogs to live in the caves with them, and after some time the dog held a high place among their family becoming their best friend. When the Albinoids were free from the caves, they created a holiday called Thanksgiving which is symbolic to what took place during General Monk Monk’s time. The turkey is symbolic of the Turks who wore red fez with a tassel hanging down their heads, which was loose meat upon the Turkey’s head. This is why the Albinoids named the bird Turkey. The Albinoid would take this bird and chop off its head as a ritual form of revenge in the same way that General Monk Monk and his army of Turks would cut the heads off of albinoids.
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Part of being a sex-repulsed asexual is having to accept that some prides just won’t be you-friendly – and for understandable reasons, too, it’s full of sexualities that are repressed by society and not allowed to shine otherwise most times, so it’s only fair they would get to.
With that said, finding a pride that I felt safe in, included in, and inspired by as a sex-repulsed asexual is an incredibly precious feeling and shows how far the LGBTQIA+ fight has marched on. It gives me a lot of hope.
Anyway no matter what the atmosphere in the pride(s) you attend this year, for those of y’all who do, I hope you have fantastic ones^^
(PS: Before anyone tells me I’m exaggerating, those WERE things I actually saw and heard in the Paris Pride 2021 (take my word for it or don’t, it’s your dime). Haven’t attended that one since though, so that might’ve changed… Or might have not, it works out either way tbh)
Vaush Fact #16
Ian "Vaush" Kochinski uses the n-word (nanners) unironically for some fucking reason.
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You know you can just say nanners
The Acela is fast too, I run high-speed rail, why won't anyone remember that, The europeans are not the only ones with high speed rail, I also run a high-speed rail service between DC and Boston. It reaches 155 mph in places and if that's not high-speed I don't know what is
Isn't it only in 10% of the distance or something? Exclusively because of the quadopoly of freight companies.
No,the issue with the Acela Corridor is lack of government funding and the state of Connecticut, I own the Northeast Corridor
The Outbursts of Everett True was a comic strip that ran in papers from 1905 to 1927, wherein the aforementioned Everett True regularly beat the everliving shit out of rude people as a warning to anyone else who might consider being rude. Men have not only been taking up too much room on public transport for about as long as public transport has existed, but the people around them have been irritated about it for at least a hundred years. The next time someone tries to claim that manspreading is a false phenomenon, please direct them to this strip so that Everett True can correct their misconceptions with an umbrella upside the head.
I have never before heard of Everett True, but if he “regularly beat the everliving shit out of rude people as a warning to anyone else who might consider being rude,” I have a strong spiritual connection with him.
I fucking love him
i can imagine this guy’s voice very clearly in my head but i couldn’t put a name to it
He also jabs racists in the eye!
I love the justice grandpa of fists
I’m very lucky to own a book that’s a collection of most of these comics (sadly not all of them) and would highly recommend hunting these down if you can. Sorry for the lack of a scanner but phone photos will just have to do.
He was a enjoyable cuss who didn’t care for war mongering.
Especially profitable war mongering and excuses for it!
He certainly didn’t like selfish husbands and fathers!
Politicians who turned on their words once they got theirs weren’t safe.
He said fuck the police!
He absolutely didn’t like people ruining little things for kids.
He stood up for foreigners. Especially those doing their best to communicate with limited second language knowledge.
He was not having any tomfoolery when it came to gun safety and laws. Especially with youth involved.
You had better not abuse a animal with him nearby. He’d right that wrong real quick!
And best of all him and his wife were both prickly cusses together. Relationship goals.
I have a new role model
“justice grandpa of fists”
It’s nice to see a fat dude in a political cartoon that’s NOT being used as shorthand for greed and corruption.
Hes like the personification of motherfucker unlimited
Reblogging this newer version of this thread with so many more strips I haven’t seen…why did this character ever disappear. Where did you go, Everett.
we need him more than ever…
sorry to make a long post longer but I feel like we could all really use some Everett True Beating Up Anti-Maskers content:
He’s a hero, our Everett.
Just found out there were live action Everett True shorts (silent films, though, so the outbursts were largely body language)
Reblogging to always have it to hand. :)
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I'm not sure what my favorite part about Japan is
There's its one-party political system, its blatant xenophobia, racism, homophobia, and transphobia, the massive predatory cult that exerts considerable influence over the government and that has ruined the lives of countless people, the aging crisis, the fact that child porn wasn't made illegal until 2015, the horrible criminal justice system, the horrible working conditions, the warship of its emperor, or its denial of atrocious warcrimes it committed in the past.
Really, Japan is clearly the best place on Earth. I'm so glad Japanese soft power has such a grip on western countries.
Another day, another reminder that the atomic bombing of Japan was not only justified, but the best possible choice of action for the US.
"Anarchist" but gets triggered when people voluntarily don't wear bicycle helmets.
Me when I know what anarchy is
Gravity legally cannot hurt you if you scream "NO GODS NO MASTERS" immediately before impact
I'm so fucking tired of this bicycle helmet discourse. Bike helmets aren't going to do shit to protect you if you get hit by a car
Most of the time... Bike accidents.... Involve things.... Other than cars...... like the ground....also it's safety gear..... Wearing it is non negotiable.... You are one accident away from being permanently disabled..... You need to protect your brain
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Is OSHA and other safety regulations also cop behavior?
*sigh* The belief that OSHA and other safety regulations are cop behavior are common opinions that people have, anarchist or not. Wearing PPE is annoying and often uncomfortable, sweaty, and cumbersome. People also generally hate being told to be careful, because they believe that "be careful" is synonymous with "hey, you're too stupid to do that without hurting yourself".
But all it takes is one time for you to slip up and suddenly the grinder disk that would have gotten stuck in your safety glasses is in your eye, or you're getting treated for lung cancer because you didn't want to wear your respirator while you welded. These are decisions that you were free to make, but might seriously regret later on.
People will scream until they're blue in the face about how oppressive it is to have to wear a safety vest and hard hat on a construction site, but do you really think that the hammer that slipped out of your buddy's hand is going to take that into consideration when it collides with your skull?
No political theory will save you from an accident. You can either wear your PPE, or can die, unexpectedly, painfully, and slowly. The choice is yours. Go argue with a lathe if you feel so strongly about it.
Go argue with a lathe if you feel so strongly about it
@breelandwalker it is criminal to leave this scorching point in the tags
a few points:
• every safety rule is written in blood
• OSHA exists so the boss can't force you to die for their profits. it was started as a result of union action, as a direct response to the triangle shirtwaist factory fire. OSHA is constantly fighting for worker's rights and protection. whistleblower laws protect any employee who makes an OSHA complaint against their employer, and anyone who reports is guaranteed anonymity and aggressive legal support against retaliation. there is also a separate health and safety administration for miners in the USA called MSHA.
• the people most likely to get hurt on the job are not apprentices or senior workers approaching retirement. the new hire is careful because they're green, and still learning, and still unfamiliar with the tools and the work. the old hand is careful because retirement is within sight and they want to make it there. the person who gets hurt is usually the journeyman at the peak of their career—in their 30s-50s, an expert at their trade, their tools feel like an extension of themselves, and they're so comfortable they forget to be careful. they've gotten lucky cutting corners or using something incorrectly or taking off a guard or leaving off some safety equipment 1000 times but one day they're tired or distracted or too comfortable or too confident and the luck runs out.
• some accidents you cannot just avoid with skill, or you have no personal control over them. sometimes you have to trust your coworkers with your life. the big blue crane collapse killed three ironworkers who were on an observation platform, doing other work, far from the crane, with no ability to prevent or escape the collapse. the crane collapsed as a result of being operated despite adverse conditions, despite the normal crane operator refusing to run the crane due to adverse conditions making it unsafe, and was filmed because a safety inspector was recording the violation and attempting to stop it. the operator of the crane got out safely, but three ironworkers who were hundreds of feet away, who didn't know the crane would be operating despite unsafe wind speeds, and who were trapped in midair anyways with no way to avoid or escape the collapse, and who above all just had to trust that everyone on the job site would be working safely and doing their jobs correctly, died. that footage has been used in every OSHA training i have ever been in.
• every safety rule is written in blood.
You follow these rules, written in blood, so that they aren’t underlined with yours
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