die juden sind unser unglück
Fuck this genocide
I don't know if I trust this program. Let's first test it by surveiling how frequently men are unsuccessful in creating a baby. /s
As proud as I am of my 100% failure rate, I'd likely feel uncomfortable with something tracking where, when, and with whom (or more often, what) I'm tricking my body into believing it's attempting to pass on genetic code.
The party that believes that a successful pregnancy is proof that women weren't legitimately raped
Giuliani is still confused why Trump likes looking into the shiny blank glass. Also why garlic makes him bleed
Only when my punching hands get real itchy
This is a headline I can support
Six o'clock, tv hour, don't get caught ...hnn... pouring showers
Sl..sh burn, return, hhhhnnnn naa... urself churn
Hu ba bah mmm mmm b...ood letting
Locomotive su...thing elate bbbb ffffg hmmmm... step down, step down
Wha... heel crush, crushed, uh-oh, this means
Cavalie-, cavalier so hmm somethi... steer clear
Right? ri- ^Ugh, shit that comes later^
Hmmmm hmmmm mmmm mmmmm.............
It's the end of the-
I bet she doesn't. Actually, I KNOW she doesn't!
Y'all should all go vote and prove my bitch-ass wrong
I never said it was pleasant. But sometimes some types of pain are the right kind of pain.
Example of the opposite: when I'm swapping a switch in my old-ass house, sometimes I'm too lazy to turn off the breaker. When I inevitably shock myself, I say "dammit" because I'm trying to concentrate, not discover my preteen proclivities.
Edit: well slap me silly and call me a liar, I literally said the words "some pain can be pleasant." I blame this error on undeserved confidence and complacency.
Texan Jew here. I'm surrounded by a sea of monsters.
I've made documentaries, art projects, and memorials for family members who were in the Holocaust. A few survived (literally, like, 3 of them), but multitudes more were killed. My family and community has praised me for my passionate interest and attempts to teach younger generations the dangers of complacency and compartmentalizing. One of my relatives even helped pass a law adding Holocaust Remembrance Week as part of the curriculum for every grade level in Texas.
We've seen this kind of destruction before, we've lived this oppression and violence before. We have discussed how our family might have changed had over 90% of them not been killed.
HOW THE FUCK IS MY FAMILY AND COMMUNITY OKAY WITH ANOTHER GENOCIDE???
The self-delusion, what-abouts, stereotypes, and straight-up racist insults.
"They'd kill us if given the opportunity"
YOU'RE ALREADY KILLING THEM
"These are really bad, violent people"
THEY ARE CHILDREN AND CIVILIANS AND THEY ARE DYING
"It's not comparable to the Holocaust. Germany killed 6 million..."
THAT’S YOUR FUCKING CUTOFF???
WE GOTTA WAIT FOR 6 MILLION PEOPLE TO DIE BEFORE WE CAN EMPATHIZE WITH VICTIMS OF GENOCIDE??? Where was this sense of calm and nonchalance when Nazis were posting propaganda around town? How many of your kids need to be dismembered and vaporized before you say "this is more than upsetting, this is WRONG"??!
I swear, I'm probably less than a month away from hearing someone I once respected say "the Palestinian cries out in pain as they hit you."
I'm glad I went on the internet today. Thank you for that phrase
"We performed an ethics probe and found none."
"You mean you found nothing?"
"No, we found a lot. Ethics is the one thing this sentient shitpile has none of. There is no bottom to this monster's moral pit."
Oh my God, that poor man! He must feel like
-checks notes-
Women in the society he helps engineer
"How did people find out information about me on the internet?"
- People who couldn't believe that other people just like them also enjoy gay porn
My arm once got pulled into an electric fence when I was a kid and I couldn't stop getting shocked until someone physically pulled me away. It was more of a self-control issue than accidentally bridging the gap.
That was the day I learned that some pain can be pleasant. The owner of the property didn't seem as pleased with my discovery as I did. He had to shut off the fence and yanked my arm away and then told me to go explore my perversions somewhere else. I was too young to understand the word "perversion," and I'm now eternally grateful to that poor unprepared rancher.
"THAT'S NOT FAIR! THOSE OTHER PLAYERS ARE HELPING THE OTHER TEAM!!! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WIN WHEN THEY KEEP MAKING IT HARD!?"
Hopefully this is the right place to post:
I've been trying to help my mother declutter her house, primarily of the stuff my father left behind when he died nearly a decade ago. I recently found a good number of discs for Mac from pre-OS X. I unfortunately don't have any running old Macs anymore and have neither the time or space to do anything with them.
I hate tossing out anything that someone else could use and selling my dad's stuff makes me feel gross. If anyone is willing to cover shipping, I'd be more than happy to send them whatever Mac games I come across.