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One person has already made a massive difference, and the ruling class is scared. What if we had 100 Luigi’s? How about a million? How about 100 million? Luigi is inspiring people. Maybe he was the first snowball of an avalanche.

Yes, I’ve given up anything resembling a dream career in any field. I’m too autistic for careers, and I’ve accepted that I will only ever have a “job.”

Being an unarmed security guard isn’t so bad.

What’s super ironic to me is that taxing them actually makes them safer because if they pay their fair share people wouldn’t want to murder them as much as they do now.

You don’t have to be so cynical.

Lol, okay. You sound young. I hope you can preserve some of that optimism throughout the next few decades of nonsense.

Good point. They definitely shoved that cats face into that cake. Even if it’s a cake made for cats, it’s way too much food for a single meal and I’m not exactly optimistic about how this cats person handles portion control.

There are so many bad pet owners out there, dude. Animals are not tools to obtain internet likes.

Same. Feeding cake to a cat is animal abuse.

It tells us that the casting will be terrible. It’s impressive that Chalamet and Zendaya were so bad in Dune that they’ve managed to retroactively ruin Villeneuve’s films for me.

Sure, as long as you also remove ChatGPT.

I’ve been considering getting this game because I love Remedy, but I don’t have any friends. Has anyone had much experience with the match-making portion of the game and can comment on it?

Two things can be true at once. Telling an American they aren’t allowed to criticize any government in existence because their own is also bad is asinine.

It’s absolutely wild that the ability to cry when you need to is considered to be a trait exclusive to women. It’s absolutely essential for a healthy mind, and I’ve gotten quite good at it despite my useless Y chromosome.

I’m so sorry, that sounds awful. I did get lucky in the sense that I had one good enough parent, which is honestly probably while I’m still alive and doing alright. I still talk to my Mom on a weekly basis. She had a lot of unwinding to do after her divorce. It’s tricky to get an abusive narcissist out of your head. They have a way of living there.

I hope you’re doing better! Your perseverance is admirable as hell.

Sometimes getting through adversity and hardship can make us into better, tougher, and more empathetic adults than we would’ve been if our childhoods had been easier. I hope that’s the case for you.

Absolutely! Even something janky like dirt roads can be a helpful barrier to keep crowding down and nature preserved. I live in WA and the road to the famous Hoh rainforest recently washed out and it’s actually a blessing. It’ll take a few years to repair, giving the Hoh a much needed break.

Tourists peel the moss off the trees!

Any good memories of my Dad are overwritten by the child abuse. I would’ve been better off being raised by a single mother. Today is… complicated.

That’s… not a good thing. Not having a signal in national parks is one of the perks, it keeps the glampers away. I fully expect a park with WiFi to have Bluetooth speakers playing nonsense everywhere you go.

This news still makes me fantasize about moving to China, though…

Minnesota was already on his list, and I imagine you’re right. I wonder how they’ll spin these murders, considering it’s their people pulling the triggers. I wouldn’t be surprised if the police uniforms the shooters used were given to them by actual cops. Minnesota has a long history of corrupt law enforcement.

That’s just… insane. It seems like having a strong sense of empathy is such a weakness these days. I wouldn’t have celebrated the murder of Republican congresspeople, nor would I have thought that your townspeople would celebrate this. Well meaning people just aren’t equipped to handle what’s happening, but I imagine our lizard brains will catch us up quickly, hence the adrenaline.

Be careful.

Yep. I got an adrenaline rush when I read this and it hasn’t quite dissipated yet. My heart rate is still elevated, and I have the distinct feeling that my nervous system is expecting a civil war, even if my brain isn’t quite there yet.