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spent more time than I want to admit this weekend working on a shape cutout thing for the illustrations and fucking hated the results, so I ended up just searching up images and then combining and editing things that I liked

here's the final product. I've included the PNGs I printed from in case you liked the blessing and you're the kind of person who would give a homemade card, too. mine is printed on toned cardstock; trimmed card dimensions are 4.5x12" printed, 4.5"x6" folded.

The short summary of it is that today, I was just trying to finish my shift when the whole sewage system in the building backed up and flooded the kitchen I work in. I was shocked by this and spent a good hour going back and forth trying to find someone to deal with the raw sewage that was coming up through the floor drains. It took a good 30 minutes for the higher ups to get there, and all during that time, my manager thought a single wet vac could deal with the raw sewage that was swamping the entire kitchen. The odor was horrible and made me nauseous. All the while, the elderly Trump lady I work with was STILL TRYING TO WASH AND PUT AWAY DISHES WHILE SCALDING RAW SEWAGE WAS GETTING CLOSE TO ANKLE DEEP IN SOME PLACES. FOR A GOOD 30 MINUTES. I wanted nothing to do with that. This just left me literally shaking a bit by all of that happening so suddenly. I just wanted to do my job, go home, and have the day off the next day.

I just wanted to get my job done.

(I'm a completionist like that)

Title says it all. Great, the treat printer made a video that fooled people convincingly at the low low price of a few more burned acres and a few more dried up lakes and a few more tons of carbon dumped into the sky.

Must we repeat that trick until it kills us all?

Last night I dreamed that I got banned from Hexbear for 24 hours and told to self-crit. Despite understanding pretty much immediately after the ban went into effect, what I had done wrong, and apologizing to the mod team for the inconvenience, I elected to refrain from all social media for those 24 hours in order to self-crit, which I did by literally time traveling.

The odd thing is that in all the other dreams I've had wherein I acted like an uncharacteristically horrible person, I was consistently horrible and completely powerless to stop my own bad behavior despite recognizing it; but this time I was literally given the superhuman ability of time travel in order to go the extra mile to make up for what was ultimately just one bad comment.

Shadowrun is the exception because of the Awakening and all the fun escapist magic and spirituality flowing through the setting. Magic-less cyberpunkerinos are both uncomfortably close to contemporary society and contemporary society's ruling class is in a sprint to enshittify the world with more and more layers of shit with a thin gaudy speckling of the aesthetic without anything subversively dangerous in the shitted out substance.

The "punk" is thoroughly stomped on. The corpos sell it like Che shirts. The genre used to be my very favorite and now it's... this.

I personally use a lever espresso machine and a hand grinder, but I also love a V60 pour over or an aeropress on occasion. I like lighter roasts and pulling 3 to 1 water to bean shots, personally!

What do y'all like?

I haven't seen this kind of scratched liberalism since the outrage against account pronoun preferences years back.

Maybe "struggle session" is the wrong term because there's a clear and obvious side for comrades and another for scratched liberals.

Maybe Hexbear needs occasional flypaper sessions for the community's health.

I'm making a card to go along with our gift, but deciding what to write inside is hard! I did some searching and compiling of bits and pieces that I liked, and here's what I've got so far, please give your edits/suggestions/etc

May the Sun bring you new energy by day,
And may the Moon bring you peace every night.

May your wisdom and courage never fail,
May your kindness be returned multiplied,
And may beauty forever grace your heart and gaze.

May you always have a warm home to return to,
A gentle word offered to you, and a safe haven to rest your head.

May the rains softly wash away your cares and refresh you.
May the storms pass you by, the fires only warm you,
The tides bear you up, and the earth be a friend beneath your feet.

May you forever walk in harmony,
May you always know your blessings,
And may you never want for more.

Also when the emoji menu takes 2 minutes to load

Charging stupid money for what amounts to slippers. My fucking light up sketchers would survive football 4 times a day until my feet grew wtf are trainers even now? Made out of paper and wishes, fucking foam and flimsiest fabric

Of fucking course one of the most recent ones is about the "humanity's last invention" and it's implied to be a treat printer of sufficient size (which may wind up true in an unintentional way if the magic mirror on the wall requires that much electricity and that much water), but there were other bazinga whoppers, each with that obnoxious thumbnail clickbait.

I was able to de-MAGA Youtube. I'm not sure how to de- it now.

The last two nights I've been getting weird insomnia and dread

Wtf

I am so clucking tired

Y'all better be safe, sound and snug. Seriously best of luck, please reach out through the mutual aid community if you need any kind of help.

i dont understand
why other peoples brains
dont think as good as mine do
just like
think more gooder
for goshsakes
it aint that hard

thinking
is one of the
most important things
your brain can do
so if your brain
aint that good at thinking
just practice at it some
and get gooder at it

i use my brain for thinking
almost every day
thats how i got so good
at having ideas and stuff
and saying words good

The classic one is, of course, "ACAB," but I've already gotten into these arguments so I will spare you reading too much on it. Let it suffice to say all US cops are bastards (or, you know, they serve an especially malignant bastard function), all German cops, all UK cops, etc. But, to find a diplomatic way of getting this across, the security patrols deployed by the Panthers were also cops if that word has a non-moral meaning.

I think, and this is why I even bring ACAB up, that it gives people something to rally around and maybe even encouraged them to see things differently, and they get attached to it as essentially a dogma without seeing the analysis that produced it (or justified it, in any case). The slogan becomes the analysis. It becomes what exists in place of having reasons for what you believe, even when good reasons are out there!

I don't know how to do dividing lines

I think it's pretty funny when some asshole chud gets fired or injured or whatever and someone comments "another kkrakkka down, unlimited genocide on the first world". The humor comes from the absurdity, that there is no such genocide in the works and the subject in this case usually isn't even dead. It seems like a perfectly fine meme.

So then a huge hurricane hits Florida, we have hundreds of normal, mostly poor people dying and people are saying this and, when someone goes "Hey, that's not right" they double down. [I was busy when this was happening, this isn't me complaining about being dog piled or whatever]

The weird thing about it is that I thought it was 100% a joke, but some people got attached to the phrase in a way that reminds me of people going "ACAB means ACAB" as though it's anything other than an unhinged exclamation that is funny because it's unhinged. I don't know how this happened, but I am forced to conclude that the way the meme was treated up to this point was conditioning people in a detrimental way. Or maybe they were always bloodthirsty chauvinists, but that seems like the greater leap to me.

Of course there were a couple of pathetic, cowardly losers in the mix saying "Oh, don't take it so seriously, it's a shitposting site". Those people I direct to 4chan. Antisocial behavior is antisocial behavior, and calling it meaningless to escape that it does have a meaning and that meaning is quite negative is contemptible behavior that should be rejected by the policy of any space that claims to be leftist.

Anyway, I don't really have a call to action or anything, except perhaps: Oppose Slogan Worship.

Every time this ghoul is asked a question he avoids answering it any meaningful way and often straight up lies. He has insulted journalists for asking real questions, I just saw an example of this. A journo asked him about the double standards between US stance of human rights violations by Russia and Iran and he fucking ignored it and called it a "speech" passive aggressively and asked him to leave. Fucking soulless ghoul

And goddamn, that shit does not even look good does it. Like idk I sorta had this idea in my head that the cybertruck at least accomplished Elon’s dream of making a cool futuristic looking car, even if the functionality was shit, but wow he didn’t even do that. It looked like - you ever see those things on Instagram where artists take children’s drawings and make them into realistic looking artwork? It look’s like he took a child’s crappy drawing of a car and turned it into real life. It’s blocky, it looks clumsy and it has no sense of space.

The original Tesla car I get. I’m not a car guy, but to me that’s what a “cool” car looks like. It’s shiny, it’s sleek, it looks luxurious. The cybertruck looks like Elon just went to a scrapyard, found a bunch of metal sheets and haphazardly strung them together. The whole car looks like it’s about to fall apart if you so much as touch it. It’s also extremely dull looking. Not only is it gray, but it’s an extremely dull gray. No sheen to it at all.

I feel like the look Elon wanted was “imposing” and it doesn’t even accomplish that. I’m bigger than the car. And because it looks so crap and so fragile, there’s nothing imposing about it at all. Just buy an F150 or a big ass hummer if you really need an imposing looking car. Sorry for the rant but I’m just in shock at how shitty that car looked.

That's it. That's the post.

Dear centrist friend,

First, I must confess that over the last few years I have been gravely disappointed with the white moderate. I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro's great stumbling block in the stride toward freedom is not the White Citizens Councillor or the Ku Klux Klanner but the white moderate who is more devoted to order than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says, "I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I can't agree with your methods of direct action"; who paternalistically feels that he can set the timetable for another man's freedom; who lives by the myth of time; and who constantly advises the Negro to wait until a "more convenient season." Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.

There were two “Reigns of Terror,” if we would but remember it and consider it; the one wrought murder in hot passion, the other in heartless cold blood; the one lasted mere months, the other had lasted a thousand years; the one inflicted death upon ten thousand persons, the other upon a hundred millions; but our shudders are all for the “horrors” of the minor Terror, the momentary Terror, so to speak; whereas, what is the horror of swift death by the axe, compared with lifelong death from hunger, cold, insult, cruelty, and heart-break? What is swift death by lightning compared with death by slow fire at the stake? A city cemetery could contain the coffins filled by that brief Terror which we have all been so diligently taught to shiver at and mourn over; but all France could hardly contain the coffins filled by that older and real Terror—that unspeakably bitter and awful Terror which none of us has been taught to see in its vastness or pity as it deserves.”

Socialism never took root in America because the poor see themselves not as an exploited proletariat, but as temporarily embarrassed millionaires.

It is difficult to get a man to understand something when his salary depends on his not understanding it.

When one individual inflicts bodily injury upon another such that death results, we call the deed manslaughter; when the assailant knew in advance that the injury would be fatal, we call his deed murder. But when society places hundreds of proletarians in such a position that they inevitably meet a too early and an unnatural death, one which is quite as much a death by violence as that by the sword or bullet; when it deprives thousands of the necessaries of life, places them under conditions in which they cannot live – forces them, through the strong arm of the law, to remain in such conditions until that death ensues which is the inevitable consequence – knows that these thousands of victims must perish, and yet permits these conditions to remain, its deed is murder just as surely as the deed of the single individual; disguised, malicious murder, murder against which none can defend himself, which does not seem what it is, because no man sees the murderer, because the death of the victim seems a natural one, since the offence is more one of omission than of commission. But murder it remains.

I, John Brown, am now quite certain that the crimes of this guilty land will never be purged away but with blood.

Your pal,

Wertheimer

P.S. Read Settlers.

And I got vegetables in my t-shirt pocket. Those are for later I guess.

For reference, here's the video even if it isn't directly the topic of this post.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mzVj5ID9K88

People work, in many cases harder than they've ever worked, yet what little they get out of it buys less than it did before.

Just about everything is more expensive, from groceries to housing to medicine.

But here comes "Gala Games" offering pretend internet real estate in often-never-completed "Web3" garbage games and credulous bazingas with money repeatedly give them tens of millions of dollars, per promised game, and after years of this same business model of lying and laying off the developers or getting into lawsuit slapfights, the bazingas are there hoping to buy their way into being digital landlords, overlords, or space lords (motherfuckers), and they seem to have both the credulity as a demographic and the disposable income to continue buying into this shit while so many other people are struggling to eat, survive illnesses, and just get by.

That's the post. Fuck cryptobros, and fuck techbro speculative investors in general. I want to be mad at "Gala Games" but at least they're just robbing some of the smuggest assholes in the world.

I am an Asexual, Heteroromantic Cisgender Man, I am 24, and I am studying to be an accountant.

My interests consist of Fairytale retellings, talking about the negative effects of Toxic Positivity, having imaginary conversations with myself and talking to imaginary people that care about me, playing Fallout and Minecraft and 7 Days To Die. I am also a fan of Star Wars. And Tomboys.

Today, I got a 3 day temporary ban on Reddit, on a bullcrap "Glorifying Violence" Charge, when all I did was point out how beneficial it was for the people of The Soviet Union when the Capitalists were killed off in Russia. (There goes my 153 day streak for Reddit)

Now, I realize, without my Reddit account, I have nothing to myself. No friends, at least none that I am able to regularly talk to due to them being busy, but does that count as friends? And yeah, I just realized just how lonely and miserable I truly am. I have been at university for about 3 years now, and I have not made a single friend, because all the people there are too-optimistic-for-their-own-good capitalists, who think that they can make their own small business within 2 years of graduation. And they are Liberals or Republicans.

So, given my narrow set of interests, partially due to having Aspergers, where would be a good place for me. Again, I am not a fan of doing anything unplanned, or something without even a second of thought before acting.

I am a pretty boring person otherwise.

Could someone try to parse why this is funny? I can't find the funny bone this is scratching right now.