#moribundity

[beardedmrbean]

Bean, would you consider yourself more conservative/libertarian? I'm having this conundrum of what to do. I think ICE has gone too far, way too far, and it's legitimately scaring me. But, a lot of right circles are vehemently defending them and a lot of leftists are militantly opposed to them. Neither group is looking at this with a single shred of nuance. I am pro-immigration reform, I want the illegal immigration problem dealt with, but not like this. Not if it lets them be trigger happy. Not if it paves the way for rights to be ignored and violated. Regardless of what Pretti did to "disrupt" their operation throughout the day, what he was doing in that moment did not warrant death. I'm just at a loss and it feels like everyone has gone insane. I'm too scared to discuss it with anyone from either side as I just can't take the animosity that flares up no matter who I talk to.

Technically I would fall under the umbrella of "Classic Liberal" which is one of the reasons I get testy over people that use liberal and leftist interchangeably, and even more so with leftists that claim to be liberals.

As for ice, everyone needs to go back to their corners and take a breather because everything has escalated to the point of it being unacceptable on both sides.

The right to protest does not include the right to impede people carrying out their lawful duties, nor does it include the right to block traffic or break into a church and interrupt their services.

That's called civil disobedience and people used to understand that doing that can land them in jail or get them some fined for their actions, and the people protesting understood and accepted those possibilities.

Anyone that wants to fight me on that, please click this link and after reading what the aclu has to say about it.

I have a feeling that paid protestors are feeding in to this problem too, they don't have a dog in the fight they're just there to get their $200 or whatever dollars for the day, they're not going to have 'get arrested' as part of the contract. Couple of the larger companies that do that kind of contracting are turning down any inquiries from folks that want to hire for these protests for that and other reasons. Rent a crowd is a weird concept when it comes to a protest

None of that makes ice's reaction the proper one, understandable to a point, but not right saw a video with folks stopping a couple ice agents the guys were telling them flat out that the person they were picking up was a convicted child rapist or something along those lines and the ladies just didn't seem to care.

Which that gives the right the same ammunition as the left has when someone innocent gets picked up.

I'm seeing way to many conflicting stories about this recent gentleman who was killed to know what is and isn't true, or even what is manipulated information so I can't speak to any of that.

the anti ICE rhetoric is contributing to all of that too, you're making the guys out doing the job really jumpy and nervous all the time they're going to be more prone to reacting with deadly force.

What would you do if you knew people were doxing you in order to threaten you and your families safety and you continually hear from folks that they'll be hunting you down.

This is a one hand dirties the other instead of a one hand washes the other situation, and it's just snowballed to where it's currently at.

But both sides really need to calm down and deescalate, because it's over the line and has been, everyone needs a nap.

I'm gonna get yelled at from both sides for this I bet, but that's fine, I'm used to it.

You're entitled to your opinions on all of this as well, if you're concerned about reactions you are also entitled to keep those opinions to yourself,

[englishmoribund]

Athazagoraphobia [アサザゴーラフォビア] Morbid fear of being forgotten.

Oblivescence [アーブリベセンス] an act or the process of forgetting.

athazagoraphobia

Definition of athazagoraphobia in the Medical Dictionary by The Free Dictionary

Definition of OBLIVESCENCE

an act or the process of forgetting… See the full definition

[nefja]

Hello! Your pup is just the cutest! I'm not sure if you've already answered this before, but how is Nefja pronounced? I've always said it in my head as "neff-yah" but I don't know if that's correct. I wish the two of you the best!

Aww, thank you 💕 I will give her a smooch

I've made an audio here where I say her name 😊 yes, Neff-yah hits the nail quite good on the head

[moribundity]

[stellaproject]

bait the monster.

I love you. You said you were afraid of hurting me, granted for selfish reasons perhaps, but I was able to pretend that it was genuine enough to be a source of comfort. It could have actually been real for all I know. Who knows? You do. You know the answers to all these questions. Of course. They're about you. You love talking about you. Until it's about you. Or me, I guess. It hurts and it's entirely because I love you. Loving you hurts. You already said that, though. Here's something you'll love: “You were right.” Bet that made you smirk . You’re such a self-centered little fucker.

I’m glad I never baited the monster like you did. Depression is hard, anxiety sucks, life’s a cunt. Yeah. Sure. You can drown your whining in liquor all you want, it won’t chance the fact that you’re still a naive child. Does saying that make me a bitch? Probably. But you need to be a bitch to deal with an asshole. Besides, you were playing with another person, not a toy. You knew that. If you wanted empty advice and sweet platitudes you should have just dropped acid with a guy who almost killed you in a speeding car. If you want faux compliments and shallow adoration you can find them in the bottle of artificial meaning you clutch at every night. You don’t want reality. You want to be safe in your synthetic bliss and lash out every time someone crumbles those walls.

I know you. You’ll read this and get angry at me. Your voice will raise, but you won’t yell. You’ll tell me I’m wrong.  You’ll tell me that I don’t understand. I think I know, but I don’t. I’m arrogant. My sparkling white high horse, my sheltered reality. “You’re lonely.” Desperate. We’ll never work. You’re right. You don’t want it to work. All you want is to hide in the woods and never grow up because you can justify this to yourself. But you can’t justify it to anyone else. You can’t justify it to me. I see through it all.

[stellaproject]

Thomas Jefferson said to never trust a drunken promise

I wish you knew

but I can’t tell you

since you won’t answer your phone

and my car’s broken

like my heart

over something you didn’t do

don’t mean

don’t remember

and all I can think about are

your eyes

your eyes

your eyes

your eyes

and how they must sparkle

like indigo sapphires

when you cry.

[stellaproject]

i’ve never been drunk.

I want to get drunk with you.

In your basement

on that old leather couch that groans in protest

when you move your body on it.

Where the fluorescent lights hurt my eyes

because they're too bright and too white and

the water heater and furnace seem to be in a

perpetual screaming match with one another

about who’s the loudest

in a new house that sounds like its old.

I want to get drunk with you.

We can make out like we're stupid teenagers again

but this time you're more sober and I'm more intoxicated

than either of us have ever been.

You can hold me so tight it crushes me

I can learn how to steal the breath from your lips

and it hurts both of us so much

because I'm breaking and you're suffocating but

the pain is so good we could bottle it up

and get high for days.

Weeks.

Months.

I want to get drunk with you.

I could finally have the courage

to tell you that I've loved you for what feels like forever

but has really been a week.

That I've dreamt of you every night since we met.

Your voice in my ear whispering

dead men’s dreams

mixed with your own enraptured hallucinations.

Your blue eyes,

your fucking gorgeous eyes.

Your hand on my neck, my knees at your hips.

Your laugh that rings as clearly and melodiously

as a bell in the door of an antique shop

where you're welcomed by the joyous melancholy of

forgotten heirlooms and rediscovered gifts.

I want to get drunk with you.

I could fall asleep in your arms,

just like I almost did the second night I knew you.

Where I could rest my head on your shoulder and listen to the pounding of your heart

so I know you're alive

and I'm alive

and that everything is actually fucking fine for once

and we don't have to worry

about a thing.

Not until tomorrow.

[moriwastaken]

A little too on the nose? I always thought my poetry was, but then again, I’ve always preferred more straight forward speech over metaphors and deeper meanings. They just confuse me.