[-] [email protected] 3 points 23 hours ago

Man. I remember being a kid and dreaming about a world where puritans got laughed out of existence. Then we had the “woke” era which shocked me sideways. I never dreamed that progressive thinking people would get hung up on regressive shit like policing language, it reminded me of being in church as a kid and hearing about those dreaded, awful, naughty words. But hey, at least their goals were well meaning and driven by empathy and concern for how other people have it in this world.

Who did they piss off though? The fucking puritans. The very people who policed language all of my childhood. It turns out that nothing ever meant anything to them, they just wanted to control people. “Don’t tell me I can’t call a little person a midget! Bad words is fuck and shit! Not me making fun of people!!!” One group said, “if it’s fun it’s bad.” The other group said, “if anyone is hurt by it, it’s bad.”

Now the puritans have gone full fascist because they felt like they were losing some culture war, so they want it all, and they scream loud enough to be heard.

It’s like this tug of war that is just going to end with regular people who don’t raise hell when they get upset being shoved into the dirt by a loud crybaby minority of people.

Before I had any grasp of history, I just assumed that people were always heading toward being more liberal in how they deal with the world.

Nope, this is what we do. We have cycles of enlightenment and cycles of assholes responding to said enlightenment. Somebody always has to be morally superior, fighting some ugly enemy. If we ran out of reasons to fight tomorrow, we’d just argue over some other dumb shit.

I’m drunk, so please don’t take me too seriously. I’ll probably wake up tomorrow and argue with myself about deleting this comment haha.

Whatever happens, I really hope we have freedom at the end of the day. I don’t care what it costs. Maybe we aren’t meant to have it. Maybe our nature is just too ugly.

[-] [email protected] 2 points 23 hours ago* (last edited 23 hours ago)

Why would they ask? They know what’s best for everyone. All people. All around the world.

/s

[-] [email protected] 10 points 1 day ago

You could be the first person to predict this and when it happens, I’ll tell people I was there.

[-] [email protected] 13 points 2 days ago* (last edited 2 days ago)

I can’t imagine having something like this.

You know what kind of couples I have known who use it?

Yep. That kind. The constant accusation, constant fighting, constant chaos kind. The same kind who share a Facebook account and all that.

I guess my bias there would be that those would also be the kind of people who advertise it.

I was standing beside an old coworker one time when her husband called, “babe, don’t freak out when I start moving. The boss is sending me to harbor freight to pick up some things.”

I got a call from her in the middle of the night one time, “I’m sitting by the lake and I’m about to drive my car in and kill myself.”

She knew her husband didn’t like me so she thought I wouldn’t call him. Well, I called him. “That bitch is lying. Life 360 has her sitting at her mom’s house right now. She just fucking wants attention!”

Still, I called a friend and asked them to drive by and see. Yep. She was at her mom’s house.

[-] [email protected] 11 points 3 days ago* (last edited 3 days ago)

Over 30k in donations so far.

What consequences? Some other Nazi will give him a job pretty quickly.

I remember when idiots would walk outside and shout their idiocy to the world and we’d say, “GO BACK IN YOUR FUCKING HOUSE HAROLD! You’re embarrassing the entire neighborhood!”

He’d sulk back into his living room and cuss, but he’d realize he was alone in his idiocy and he’d shut the fuck up.

Nowadays, Nazi Harold goes back in and finds 50,000 other idiots to validate his idiocy online and reinforce his asinine beliefs.

We live in a time when absurdity is a click away from being totally normal.

That is fucking dangerous, but what do you do?

He’ll be selling supplements for Heil Healthier in a few days.

[-] [email protected] 2 points 4 days ago

This comment is batshit insane and I love it.

[-] [email protected] 11 points 5 days ago

Yeah I don’t usually get pissed, I’m just perpetually baffled.

[-] [email protected] 4 points 6 days ago* (last edited 6 days ago)

I’m not seeing a need for correction. Not this one anyway.

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It is exhausting running around circles and accomplishing nothing when shit gets real.

Recently moved from my little apartment to a house. I started out organizing and writing the contents of each box on the top. Very quickly I found myself just throwing random shit into boxes because I was taking too long. My landlord suggested the move because I have 4 kids and I needed more space. He was nice enough to put me in a much bigger place for only 20% more than I was paying.

I was already exhausted when I decided I needed to take my old toilet seat, which has two seats, a little one for little butts, and then lift that for the regular one for regular sized butts. I removed it from the toilet, put the small bits in a ziplock bag, and drove directly to the house. I walked a straight line from the car to the bathroom, took off the other seat, and then I couldn’t find the little square parts that mounted the screws. I didn’t have much backtracking to do. Walked back to the car, couldn’t find them. Searched from the entryway to the bathroom, nowhere to be found. Carefully checked the ground around the sidewalk. Nothing. Drove back to the apartment, nothing. I managed to keep my temper, but I was ready to blow my brains out on the emotional end of things.

After losing 2 hours searching frantically for the parts, I went back in to put the other seat back on and give up. There they were, just laying there beside the toilet in a spot I had checked a thousand fucking times.

And then guess what? Fucking lost the screws to the other seat and repeated the whole goddamn ordeal. Wanna guess where they were? In the SAME FUCKING SPOT as the other pieces I had lost.

I’m so fed up. My doctor won’t treat me because he’s old school and because I have a history of drug abuse (which is how he came to be my doctor in the first place). I can’t move to a new one because I don’t have the time to establish myself in the program. When you start a drug treatment program you begin by going daily, then weekly, then biweekly, and then finally, monthly. They all require you to do AA/NA/CR. It took me years to get out of all of that crap and I do not have the time to do it with all of these kids. I hate going to group, and after enough time passes with no failed drug tests you can get out of it. I haven’t been in 5 years. I don’t want to go now.

I’m going to beg my doctor at my next visit. I am exhausted living like this. I’m tired of being a burden to everyone around me because I can’t hold focus on anything for a minute. Entire days go by and I’m just in some void without even realizing it.

I just had to get it off my chest. I’d give anything to be like the people around me.

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Brand new furniture becomes trash in months. Gotta mop up streaks when she decides to hide behind the couch and not drink her water. Get woke up in the middle of the night when fatty decides she didn’t eat enough.

I could sit here and type for a hundred years and not even come close to airing out my frustration. :p

God help me.

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Hehe

[-] [email protected] 113 points 4 months ago

As a child I loaded an air rifle with pixie stix and shot my shirtless friend in the chest with it.

In my mind, it was going to be like some three stooges cloud of flour that would turn his face pink kind of like this. (Best I could find)

What happened instead was his entire chest was pouring blood and filled with burning pixie stix powder. I’m so glad I didn’t shoot him in the face. See, I was aiming for my brother who was the same height as me at the time and my buddy happened to be the one who came through the door.

He was a damn good friend too. The adults weren’t brought in on the matter. We cleaned the wounds with peroxide and waited years to tell anyone haha.

God I miss being a kid. I miss my old friends.

[-] [email protected] 113 points 7 months ago

And they have so damn much money that giving him the PS5 would have been like you or me flicking a penny to the kid.

People suck sometimes, I swear.

[-] [email protected] 136 points 8 months ago* (last edited 8 months ago)

I really do hate myself for a lack of sympathy in this situation, but these people need to experience what they’re doing to everyone else.

What’s sad is that people who agree with her won’t see the threat to her life as a valid reason either. They don’t know her so they don’t care for her. They’ll lump her in with the people they torment outside of Planned Parenthood regularly.

Just another woman who spread her legs and is too cowardly to accept the will of god.

I’ll be honest, I’m burned out. I need a break from morons and their stories. I really do.

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So, my child (nearly 3 years old) is music crazy. As odd as this may be (maybe not), her four favorite things in this world are The Beatles, Nirvana, The Rolling Stones, and Michael Jackson.

It occurred to me that she doesn’t have any experience with religious iconography, but she loves the Heart Shaped Box video.

So I thought, for fun, let’s show her a picture of a cross and ask her what it is.

“NIRVANA! It’s Nirvana!” (Forvana actually).

I’ve been laughing my ass off.

I have raised multiple children from two generations now and none of them have had the burden of religion. Thank…god? :p

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Everyone has been stopping to admire this. I figured I’d share it with you guys.

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Look back through my posts to see her sleeping like this since she was a fresh baby.

[-] [email protected] 120 points 1 year ago

I loved going to my grandfather’s house as a kid. It wasn’t mine, but it felt like it belonged to all of us. He built it with his own hands. I put my little handprints in the basement. My aunt inherited it when he died. I can go there today and look in the closet where I wrote all of my relative’s phone numbers on the wall for emergencies when I was 5 years old. Every one of his grandkids can go to that house and see their life everywhere. They can feel connected to their family and their memories.

My aunt’s kids have grown up there now, her daughter graduates this year. She’ll be able to have that same experience.

If I ever have grandkids, they’ll have to drive by the shit apartments that I’m stuck in and feel nothing.

Millennials existed in a world where they seen ownership, experienced ownership. Our movies belonged to us. Our games belonged to us. Everything is a service or something we can’t afford.

I love my Steam Deck, but nothing on it belongs to me. That is the world I live in from the top to the bottom.

If I want to remove the ugly 1970s wood paneling and paint my living space to match me as a person, nope. Gotta ask my fucking owner and he’ll say no. He could sell it tomorrow or die, and if they tell me to get lost, I gotta get lost.

I took over payments on my childhood home when I was 21. The roof hadn’t been repaired in my lifetime. When I was a kid I put a tarp over my desk to keep the rain from destroying my computer. When I was 23 I fell through the floor in the bathroom.

If I had known just how hard it would be to obtain a place of my own, I wouldn’t have let that place go. I would have lived in it until it collapsed. If I could go back in time I’d tell younger me to suck whatever dick I had to suck to keep it, right there in that terrible poverty stricken hellhole of an Appalachian neighborhood.

My mom bought that place for 40k. 5 bedrooms. A huge house. We were poor so we couldn’t keep with repairs, but it was ours.

I don’t know. Bums me the fuck out. I’d love to have a home for my children.

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Thank abowt it!

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