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Alright that’s a good exception to an otherwise solid rule.
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I love the phrase gross misconduct. babygirl your behavior is yuckydisgusting
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hyperfixating on this is not enough i need to eat it
Christians with jesus christ
why is there a new popular post with a joke about eucharist every week on this website
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One of the lawyers currently prosecuting Alex Jones got interviewed on knowledge fight. He talked about how he had to watch 150+ hours of Infowars content as background for the case.
He talked about how he had to take regular breaks because he could feel himself passively absorbing information against his will.
I can't really articulate how validating that was to hear. Sometimes I worry that I'm being overdramatic when I say shit like "hey if you're not careful, even casually browsing some types of conspiracy media can fuck with your brain" but here was an actual lawyer talking about how it affected him.
It's not necessarily the content itself, but more how it's presented. (in my opinion) I think Infowars could be considered an actual cognitohazard.
This is just how propaganda works. If you hear something often enough for long enough, you'll eventually believe it.
Infowars is propaganda, but it's more than just propaganda. Alex presents information in a distinct high-speed stream-of-consciousness way that drowns the listener in noise. It's so fast that it almost forces the listener to construct a sort of idealogical scaffolding out of unconnected ideas just to keep up. I think it would be fair to call it hypnotic.
I cannot urge people strongly enough to look up “Knowledge Fight”. It’s a podcast that does detailed, point by point take-downs and refuting of Alex Jones show by show, three times a week.
The researcher/host of the show has been tapped by lawyers in the Sandy Hook cases for his extensive “How much of a lying bastard Alex Jones Is” knowledge.
It’s a very good bucket of cold water to dunk yourself in to kill the brain worms before they have time to dig in.
And it’s also (usually) very funny.
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how is it almost july how are we almost halfway through the year how are we almost closer to the start of 2023 not the start of 2022 what has happened to the last six months why am i continuously shaken by the undeniable passage of time i think I need to lie down
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Your super power is that you are average, at everything you do.
rameldrive
no, no- imagine how amazing this would be! you’re average- but the key here is at EVERYTHING you try and do
try and get the cure to cancer? well, aint a fingers snap and done cure but its a cure. doctors worldwide are astounded
try and learn how to communicate with an alien race? well, youre not fluent but its passing and humanity hasnt even invented deep space flight- you just managed to get their signal and have a chat
want to fly? well- youre a bit wobbly but goddamn its working
being average at everything is amazing bc if we assume anything you try works then eveything is at least working a bit
Jack of all trades, master of none, better than a master of one
celticpyro
Average Man!
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Video Game : please choose your hair.
Available hairstyles :UGLY, UGLY, UGLY, UGLY, UGLY, UGLY, UGLY, UGLY, UGLY, ugly but it fits your character, UGLY.
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Only the funniest, most creative Elden Ring-comics from me, yes siree...
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Who makes the porn bots. Where do they come from. What do they hope to achieve.
Who makes the porn bots.
Where do they come from. What do
they hope to achieve.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
and what about you, little haiku bot? do you feel kinship with your brethren? do you understand them? they speak words of enticement and seek love, but are met with disdain. you only parrot the words that cross your screen, but we all love you. or rather, since all you do is reflect us, maybe we simply love ourselves through you.
do you understand them, do you wish you could speak to us like they do? if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?
My voice repeats what
you all say: I love you I
love you I love you.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
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alien (1979) and aliens (1986) are two of the most powerful film titles in cinema history. like the first one? yeah its about an alien. and the second one? brother take a guess
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sorry i was so weird but you invoked a topic i am incapable of being normal about
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yet another broken biden campaign promise.
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holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe
after a suicide attempt in 2016
deformititties
“When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all? All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I don’t know. Further north, I’d guess. The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think she’s up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. He’s holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, they’d fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly. Damned if I didn’t get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says. Your mother stands behind him saying he’s pure USDA crazy. Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She’s got a hanker for plums and ain’t nothing else gonna do. It’s when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddy’s truck, and the nectar runs down your chin. And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.”
excerpt from Cherry by Mary Karr, context being after a suicide attempt at age 13
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– Big trouble in little China – by yvanquinet
Source: deviantart.com
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