If everyone just lets this go, that's the ballgame. Anytime they want to kill someone they'll just say the FBI is handling it.
If everyone just lets this go, that's the ballgame. Anytime they want to kill someone they'll just say the FBI is handling it.
Barney from the Simpsons holding a beer with the caption: 45 bucks, well this better be the best tasting beer in the world!
Same, after having drank some beer, the caption is "you got lucky"
everyone in America in the second half of this year when inflation hits
I think 9/11 would be seen as less of a punchline if the grief surrounding it hadnβt been so obviously exploited to get white america to trust the us military more than any arab-american stranger as it sent our country into debt over a war fought under false pretenses but. hey what do i know
There is an impulse in moments like this to appeal to self-interest. To say: These horrors you are allowing to happen, they will come to your doorstep one day; to repeat the famous phrase about who they came for first and who they'll come for next. But this appeal cannot, in matter of fact, work. If the people well served by a system that condones such butchery ever truly believed the same butchery could one day be inflicted on them, they'd tear the system down tomorrow. And anyway, by the time such a thing happens, the rest of us will already be dead. No, there is no terrible thing coming for you in some distant future, but know that a terrible thing is happening to you now. You are being asked to kill off a part of you that would otherwise scream in opposition to injustice. You are being asked to dismantle the machinery of a functioning conscience. Who cares if diplomatic expediency prefers you shrug away the sight of dismembered children? Who cares if great distance from the bloodstained middle allows obliviousness. Forget pity, forget even the dead if you must, but at least fight against the theft of your soul.
One of many moments in Omar El Akkadβs new book, βOne Day, Everyone Will Have Always Been Against This,β that will stop you in your tracks.
No it's not.
No it isn't.
No they didn't.
No thanks.
trying a new, positive outlook. going to wake up every morning thinking to myself: maybe It Will Happen today
The point of all of this The most illiterate men alive were gassing themselves up because the computer had gotten some small degree better at producing dog shit that had the general production values of a circa 2004 video game cutscene. Delighting in the approach of a spiritually and culturally dead future devoid of art and meaning. You do have to admit that a new Narcos season starring Brad Pitt and Mr. Beast and Travis Kelce sounds pretty sick though. There's only one flaw I can see in this supposed AI-generated future of seven fingered bikini babes with death behind their eyes and photorealistic Family Guy pornos: I donβt understand where they think their personalized sense of aesthetics they plan to input into the computer is going to come from down the line when all human artists have been driven out of business. If you want something perfectly tailored 1:1 to your own taste meant solely for you to experience alone you can already do that just by sitting there and thinking about
My thoughts on using "AI" to write.
The rules I was fighting fascism with the power of love and kindness and just really getting my ass handed to me. A total bloodbath. The referee would have stepped in by now but they had knocked him out with a steel chair. The only others watching were either fascists themselves or the people trying to fight fascism with the power of love and kindness and they werenβt having a great go of it either. I kept trying to explain in between haymakers that we were better than this and on top of that it wasnβt likely to be ruled on favorably as far as the courts. None of it helped. I was on my knees now bleeding profusely from the mouth and nose. It spilled out of me onto the snow in a pattern that if you sort of squinted at it just so from the right vantage looked like a heart. See that I pointed. Look how beautiful the world can be I tried to say through my broken teeth. Alright well now he was pulling out a gun. I didnβt think we were allowed do that.
Four new shorts by me up at @flaminghydra.com tonight. Including some extraordinary art by @joemacleod666.bsky.social. Here's one.
ahhhh yay!!! so glad it got to you okay :)
cute!!
I make chainmaille jewelry and started making xmas tree ornaments from my old vials this year, I would love to trade if you'd like one :)
and if anyone else wants one I'm @sixthhouseego on insta! anyone who sends me empty vials to use gets one for free :)
Opening up this paid one for a bit. It's "one of the good ones."
And it's a chilly dry morning at the end of the mildest August I can remember and I can't fully appreciate its comfort because it feels like a bill that will soon come due.
www.welcometohellworld.com/we-dont-want...
Ryli and her partner Katie take a selfie on front of a tree and some buildings in downtown Stockholm
ryli smiles and looks up through a window while sitting at a table on front of a yellow and blue wall. there are pink flowers in a white vase in front of her.
Katie hard style poses with/on top of a wood carving of a mythical Swedish water feature in front of a sign that says "Please sit on us!"
Ryli poses with her arms outspread, her face looking up and her eyes closed with a smile on top of a plush dragon with its wings spread
my partner and I are in Sweden visiting my cousin's family :) here's Tuesday in Stockholm: