I think my final disillusionment with the Glorious Violent Revolution (not that I was ever fond of it to begin with) was when the right wing tried it on January 6th and failed miserably, only to switch tactics to boring old electoralism and succeed.
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I think my final disillusionment with the Glorious Violent Revolution (not that I was ever fond of it to begin with) was when the right wing tried it on January 6th and failed miserably, only to switch tactics to boring old electoralism and succeed.
“Woke 1 was crazyyyyyyy” Woke was coined by Black people to describe the concept of being aware of how the police treat Black people vastly differently than they do everyone else, escalating to lethal force on a hair trigger because they’re paranoid of Blackness as a concept and see Black children as a threat to their own lives, leading to the high profile deaths of kids like Trayvon Martin and Michael Brown, as well as the multitude of Black adults that die in police custody like Sandra Bland or due to illegal excessive force like Eric Garner. Being “Woke” was about the realities of being Black in America. Writing it off as cringy misguided 2010s Social Justice is ignorant at best and disgustingly anti-Black at worst. I expect more from the Left, even if I know I’ll be let down.
The modern state of fanfiction is seeing people claim to have written 500,000+ words in three months while being married with children and having a job but they double dog pinky swear it’s NOT aislop, FUCK aislop guys, they stand against aislop as morally and artistically bankrupt, they’re just obsessive and don’t sleep 🤪 and they expect you to believe that and defend them from “witch hunts…”
… and seeing literally thousands of people who just ctrl+f “cock” thank them and beg for more and offer to pay for their aislop and cry and shake like a hound shitting a peach pit when their favorite sloperater gets caught.
And then the New York Times writes about it.
I hate when you’re eating something you love and it’s great and between one bite and the next your brain decides you hate this now. 😭
i dont care how corny iris by the goo goo dolls is bc i love iris by the goo goo dolls and i will continue screaming iris by the goo goo dolls from the top of my lungs every time i hear iris by the goo goo dolls for the rest of my miserable life
and I
DON’T WANT
THE WORLD
to see me
Cuz I DON’T THINK that THEY’D UNDERSTAND
Sometimes my husband will put this video on just to feel something. You are not immune to Goo Goo Dolls - Iris (Live in Buffalo, NY 7/4/2004) [Official Video] and neither am I
I HIGHLY recommend the Song Exploder episode about “Iris” because clearly John Rzeznik feels the same way about that song and he wrote it.
yeah okay cornball
Close enough, welcome back Theodor Adorno hating Jazz for “anti-capitalist” reasons.
the summer I turned evil
Everyone except me is wrong about The Character
And my beloved mutual who fills a sort of "scheming advisor" role in my opinions about The Character
hello I am at my wits end and I need to know something. Do you talk to your mother every day?
Yes
No
No nuance. If you don’t have a mother/are no contact etc this is not a poll for you.
You can elaborate as to how often you feel is a regular amount of communication between an adult child and their mother.
Me sucking my own dick: I'll bet your precious neural network can't do this!
A lot has changed in two years. AI has improved so much that you can't even get a job sucking your own dick anymore
(goverment voice) we need to protect the children from pornography so our plan is to remove their eyes so they would never see something so traumatic. if you are against removing children's eyes you are basically a pedophile
Taylor Farms recalls salsa and guacamole over salmonella risk | Reuters
https://www.reuters.com/business/healthcare-pharmaceuticals/taylor-farms-pulls-salsa-guacamole-over-salmonella-concerns-bloomberg-news-2026-08-09/
https://www.startribune.com/salmonella-outbreak-minnesota-jalapeno-chipotle-mexican-food/601875105
And the Summer of Shit continues...
I can probably just make my overnight oats at work 🤔. Put my lil jar of almond milk in the breakroom fridge and keep the dry ingredients on hand and just never ever bring my containers home other than the aforementioned almond milk jar. And then I won’t ever have to get treated like i’m crazy for being mad that someone used the container I specifically asked them never to use to store buffalo sauce, rendering it unusable for oats…
I don't disagree it's possible to vote out fascists, but I think the real question is whether this accomplishes anything beyond giving them a couple terms' vacation before they can slip back in and pick up right where they left off. Especially in the USA where it seems no amount of Repub fuckups can ever actually put their chances of winning below 50%
I mean it accomplishes getting them out of office, which is extremely fucking important, and then, yes, you have to keep campaigning and voting against them for the rest of your life. There is no one election that is going to #own the other party into not existing anymore.
We vote in every election forever. That is how this works.
If you get tired of that, the fascists are happy to provide an alternative.
People like anon piss me the fuck off and I'm tired of being nice about it.
You will have to engage in democracy for the rest of your life. You are a citizen, not a subject. Fucking act like it.
One criticism of From: they’re happy to show you people being torn to bits by monsters but taking off Donna’s shirt to use a defibrillator is tooooo far 😤.
Like i get the necessity of being gentle when pretending to do CPR because obviously you don’t want to hurt the actor, that’s completely reasonable. But the shirt thing pissed me off. Absolutely fine if the actress doesn’t want to do partial frontal nudity, but that’s what a clever angle or a tight overhead shot of the face and maybe shoulders is for. A little creativity guys, come on.
Yeah yeah they’re in a magical hell trap, but Kristi and Marielle would know damn well they need to get that shirt & bra OFF before ⚡️
almost seven years deep into the 2020s this feels less like a retrospective evaluation and more like a prophetic vision
When my son was about to turn two, strangers would offer condolences. There’s a collective cultural dread of toddlers, who get described more like animals than people. Kids in their "terrible twos," I was warned, are illogical, unregulated, and feral. "Good luck," people would say. "He'll grow out of it."
I'm lucky: My son is a very easygoing kid. But I remember the first tantrum he threw for me. He was standing by our front door and asked to go outside. So I opened the door and grabbed his shoes. But as soon as he stepped onto the porch, he pointed back into the house.
"Inside," he said.
"Okay," I said. I picked him up and brought him inside.
But as soon as I shut the front door, he pointed outside.
"Outside!" he said.
You know where this is going. We went back and forth, inside and outside, again and again. He got more frustrated. And I got more frustrated. Eventually he wound up straddling the threshold of our house, sobbing. When I tried to comfort him, he screamed at me. "You go wherever you want!" I said. He just got madder. I felt trapped, convinced he’d concocted the whole episode as a pretext to unleash his rage at me. It was ridiculous. I consoled myself with the thought that he was just being a toddler.
But later I kept thinking about him wailing at our front door, one foot inside, one foot outside. His misery wasn't unreasonable, or trivial, or silly. My son was experiencing the agony of wanting two things that were impossible to have at the same time. What a fundamentally human sorrow! My son wasn't being a toddler; he was being a person. Adults may not walk around howling, but that same pain rages within us. In that moment, as a father, I was powerless to solve my son's problem. I told him he could go wherever he wanted, but of course I was wrong. To be where he wanted was impossible.
Make Believe: On Telling Stories to Children by Mac Barnett