the far left, like peanut butter, is soft, but resilient and creamy. The far right, like peanut brittle, is hard, but fragile.
Then there’s me, always hard when peanuts are involved.
Then there’s me.
You’re always hard? That might mean you need to consult your doctor about any Viagra medication you’re taking.
No, there is me.
Oh, I tought the next level down from your above comment was:
Then there’s me, always hard
more like stale baguette.
i lowkey joke about both
South Park is still going, huh?
They are and they were fucking brutal about trump and his cronies in the latest season
Yeah, plenty of us like to joke about stuff regardless of how rich the victim was.
And I joke about people who use “lowkey” like you have, in a non-lowkey way. It’s some "I’m 13yo and this is a youtube comment’ level cringe.
Lowkey you have a point
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Kind of unnecessarily mean, but I get it. I also hate “lowkey.”
Also when dark humour has any punchline instead of just the shock-value from screaming weird shit.
“And I was like, what is this
recently deprecated epithet, aoppressed class unrelated to the anecdote?”Uproarious laughter
“Fuck x, also unrelated. Yeah, fuck x. Z should fucking die, too.”
Dispersed dark and heavy laughter of agreement
Yeah, we need to take Trump and the ultra-wealthy seriously as a global existential threat, so I don’t joke about them.
And when someone spends their entire live in the pursuit of power, then to die, such as Charlie Kirk or Lindsey Graham, it just means another person got away without accountability. It’s been that way at least since Jerry Falwell or Pat Robertson.
live in the pursuit of power, then to die, such as Charlie Kirk . . . it just means another person got away without accountability.
There’s a gaping hole in the neck of your comment about Charlie Kirk getting away with pursuing power his entire life without accountability.
Kirk lived in vast wealth and luxury, and then died quickly, and his story is over. I don’t believe in Hell, so as far as I’m concerned, he escaped justice, scot-free.
He didn’t suffer (much), but he also didn’t get to live the rest of his life. Is that not a cost? Even if he never knew he paid it?
Not sure.
TMI
I deal with suicidal ideation as a regular thing. Every waking hour. It’s been that way for my entire adult life, so even though the folks at 988 freak out about it, I just shrug.
Right now, the CDC is not updating its webpage on suicidality, likely because the new administration doesn’t want us to see that it’s been getting worse (and has been since Trump took office in 2017) Academic institutions that also track it note that we’re nearly at 50,000 suicides a year. Curiously, mostly young white men, though LGBT+ and especially trans folk are disproportionately represented. I fall into the category of thirteen million Americans who consider suicide. (Incidentally, the US suicide rate is still not as bad as Russia’s but exceeded Japan’s over a decade ago.)
Sixty three days ago (I’m counting on) my psychotherapist decided that I was too spicy for the treatment she could provide, and referred me to the county behavioral health service. They passed me to a partner program that is impacted and has a waiting list of several months. At the advice of the counselors there, I am instead looking for alternative sources. I have been turned away from some, while others just don’t call me back. One recently rejected my insurance on a technicality. So I’m still in a holding pattern as I rule out other potential psychotherapy resources.
Meanwhile, Stephen Miller is looking to put all disabled folk back into institutions, which I’m sure will be about as hospitable as Delaney Hall. So, while I don’t have an exit plan, there’s the looming possibility that ICE will soon be at my door. And that is a motivator to have something at hand.
Right now, half of the United States is going into debt just for food, fuel and rent. Life here is Hell. My Hell here is a bit different. I have food and rent security, but I’m isolated, and have to contend with the same bullies that beleaguered me in grammar school have now captured the federal government and are dismantling the country while putting it into critical debt. For now, a few things keep me here, but if my life is still the same by the time they are gone, it’s time to retire.
So, frankly, I’m quite envious that Mr. Kirk escaped easily and quickly, while I am left to watch my society come apart and the world burn.
Obsessing over the punishment isn’t helpful and doesn’t undo the harm they did. A bullet is quick, cheap, effective, and doesn’t waste resources that could be better used on their victims.
I agree, but then we should not focus on Kirk at all and focus on his survivors. Those that are harmed by the ideology that he pushed, and the increases in hate crime, suicides, mass shooting, state violence, etc. for which his rhetoric was a contributing factor.
Let’s focus on them.
Kirk lived in vast wealth and luxury, and then died quickly, and his story is over. I don’t believe in Hell, so as far as I’m concerned, he escaped justice, scot-free.
Don’t try to bring me into this, you’re the one focusing on Kirk, I focused on the victims. There is no “we”, it’s all you.
I don’t believe in Hell, so as far as I’m concerned, he escaped justice, scot-free.
So the gun shot wouldn’t have hurt at all?
We all die, and in most cases, it’s slow and agonizing as our aging bodies fight to keep working and fail. His death was short and quick.
Maybe the bullet wound really hurt as he faded to black.
The pressure wave knocked him out almost instantly.
Maybe, or maybe not. We can dream though.
His neck just did that?
High blood pressure is deadly
It was a fentanyl overdose.
Crazy what the human body is capable of
Exhaled through my nose at this one
It’s called a “freedom injection”
