The biggest bag fumble in history I feel sick for those poor girls

ONLY 20 AID TRUCKS WERE BROUGHT INTO GAZA AND THE AID IS BEING SOLD FOR PROFIT. PEOPLE ARE BEING KILLED. THERE IS NO WORK, THERE IS NO MONEY TO BE MADE. PALESTINIANS ARE TRYING TO SURVIVE.

I'm an optimist at heart. I have to believe lawmakers will eventually be voted in who understand 21st century technology enough to regulate it. Because as long as we as a people collectively sit back and let private for-profit transnationals do whatever the *&^)% they want ("if it makes a profit, it must be ok") including rampant, unchecked AI development - which even its programming teams don't and can't fully understand - with zero oversight then we as a species are acceding to our own extinction for the sole and entire sake of a handful of amoral billionaires and their profit margins.

Radical ideas, but:

Pay people appropriately and enough to live comfortably

Health insurance shouldn't be tied to your job, universal healthcare

Tax the rich

Billionaires shouldn't exist

TRICKLE DOWN DOESN’T WORK; THE ULTRA WEALTHY JUST HOARD IT AND CRUSH EVERYONE ELSE

Getting really tired of capitalism; it doesn't work and is literally destroying the world

ran and corruption kink……..thinking about how he slowly gets you used to fucking anywhere and anytime….and about getting shy, little you used to his advances…..about how all he has to do is kiss you so sweetly on the face, whispering silk and candy and all things soft and sweet to you. nuzzling himself in your neck. sweet, sweet, and soft lips caught in a charming but dangerous smile against your skin because you’re so cute. shrinking and shriveling up into yourself like a tiny little turtle retreating back into its shell. but this time, this time, you try to accept him and his sweet words and his silky voice that makes you so ticklish and squeamish, and hot all the way down to your neck. this time, you don’t try to run from him to a safe distance away until you cool down. this time, you stay there and take it. take it until he can finally cradle you. take it until his tongue is finally down your throat and you’re clutching his nice expensive dress shirt till it wrinkles. take it until you breathe in his cologne and it makes your head dizzy with him. take it until you’re all wet and hot between your legs and ran is cupping his big hand over your mound, lithe, slender fingers surprisingly sturdy and firm on your cunt. he can feel you pulse and throb and he knows you’ll take his fingers like a good girl.

……….wow sorry for the horny word vomit, i miss him too.

(also hello, happy new years! wishing you health, safety, happiness, and success and growth. as well as a free palestine, sudan, yemen, congo, tigray, and many other countries suffering from occupation or interference from the western world.)

dior… you have me grasping for air… because why is this so?

it’s almost as if ran trains you that way. he uses those weaknesses you have for him as a weapon to get you right where he wants . . specifically speaking, giving into ran in situations you’d never even think of — the elevator ride from the top floor of his abode to the very bottom . . it gives him an ample opportunity to whisper those silky sweet nothings in your ear, kiss n bite at the flesh of your neck , and allow you to grind greedily over his palm . . had it been early into the pining stage of your relationship, you would’ve gotten all hot n bothered at the thought but now it’s your reality.

CHEMTRAILS

I'm not saying the outrage over the rising cost of normal food isn't warranted, but where was the outrage when people with celiac or allergies have been complaining for years about having to pay three times the cost for a third of the amount (if that!) of gluten free/hypoallergenic food. Suddenly in our cases staple foods like bread or ramen are "luxuries" that we should learn to live without and stop bitching about. Meanwhile, with the rise of food prices everywhere hypoallergenic food is even more expensive we're being priced out of eating regularly even more than healthy people, on top of the portions shrinking even more (which had been happening for years before anyway, such as Udi's frozen gf pizza bragging about their "even thinner crust!"), and unlike healthy people we can't rely on food pantries when they give out basic stuff like bread, peanut butter, milk, etc.

… Sure… It would be interesting to see them!

His grin widens; despite this, despite all of it, the deity's shoulders appear to relax ever so slightly as Ten's attention is once more pulled away from Edwin.

Ten sits up a little straighter, seemingly needing a brief moment to mentally prepare himself. Then, with little more than a vague gesture of his, the remaining eight of the prodigies - or much rather the fragments that are left of them - appear, quietly stationed around the cabin and near its walls. It's.. surprisingly difficult to differentiate between them all together like this, with most of them appearing startlingly child-like in their shadowy forms, shorter and more fragile-looking than their pictures from life would have suggested.

Most of them don't make much of an effort to include themselves in the happenings around the cabin; two of them, both appearing on the masculine side of things, stay close together by the door, while a third seems far more interested in one of the books, The Theory of Necromancy, which it lightly nudges with one foot. In response to the touch, the edge of the book turns dark and slightly fuzzy, seemingly having abruptly grown mold, much to the mild annoyance of the creature who touched it, causing it to pull away instead. Another of the deities, one with long, braided hair vaguely identifying it as Willow, has meanwhile disappeared towards the bedroom already, with the sound of drawers being pulled indicating its search for something shiny; yet another deity sits silently on the other end of the sofa from Ten, her legs pulled close to her chest, and a different one, the only one visibly clothed in a dark dress, has found her spot in the old armchair near the fireplace.

The last two of the deities, meanwhile, have taken more of an interest in the people there. A young girl - from the ones still missing, seemingly Raisa, though the creature has nothing of the woman's imposing figure, instead appearing short and scrawny - has found her way to the living Henry, crouching down infront of them to watch them with curious eyes, all while yet another boyish figure vaguely rests the tips of its fingers on the older Edwin's shoulders. The latter doesn't seem malicious, or at least far less so than the rest of them, instead sternly staring over at Ten on the sofa.

Today in ‘well, sure hope Thatcher burns in hell together with her rotten office’ (not that it’s not happening today too, but EU laws do help a tad).

Was cleaning around and I thought I’d play some light documentary, as background noise. And the first YT suggestion was the BBC doc on mad cow disease. Now, prion diseases are amongst my roman empires, every few months when l can’t sleep for 2-3 days I start panicking about fatal insomnia (‘I got a 6th sense, it’s called paranoia’ or hypochondria, whatever floats some boats).

I DID NOT expect my ears to hear what they did. So BASICALLY, holy fuck. In the 70s, to save every quid, they say, but actually out of greed, the cattle industry started grinding whatever was left of the cows, that couldn’t be sold. Meaning bones, brains, spinal chords, hooves. So they were grinding it all and FEEDING that mush back to the cows, basically turning them into cannibals. And subsequently turning the mush into burgers and shit, to be given out at food banks and in schools in poor areas. Soon after, cows started going mad, as their brains turned to a spongey mush.

Obviously everybody started panicking, what if people who ate the contaminated meat would catch it. But the government, without any proof whatsoever, said no, it’s like scabies, humans can’t get it (wrong again). So to save the cattle industry they started advertising people eating tartar, kids ordering burgers, all to prove how safe British beef was. Apparently how long it takes till your prion proteins get fucked up is up to genetics.

Anyway, a decade or so later, a cat got sick. Some scientists pulled the alarm on the possibility of it going on to humans, they got demoted and moved to departments where they couldn’t research mad cow any longer.

Till ‘95, actually, when more and more cases of CJD appeared in people under 40. Enough for it to get classified as a different disease.

Anyway.

Next time I’m playing Sponge Bob.

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A Famine of Forgetfulness

31 Then a wind from the Lord sprang up, and it brought quail from the sea and let them fall beside the camp, about a day’s journey on this side and a day’s journey on the other side, around the camp, and about two cubits above the ground. 32 And the people rose all that day and all night and all the next day, and gathered the quail. Those who gathered least gathered ten homers. And they spread…

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"What a show. So much money. [...] Starvation, poverty, disease, you (humans) could fix it all, just with money. And you don't. I mean, if you took just a little bit of time off the vanity voyages, pleasure cruising, billionaire space race...hell, (if) you stop making movies and TV for one year and you spend that money on what you really need....you could solve it all. With some to spare."

Verna - "The Fall of the House of Usher"

Two expressions people short-change by shortening:

"Blood of the covenant is thinker than water of the womb."

&

"Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back."

The second one makes me think of the Schrödingers Cat Paradox in quantum mechanics.

"Cutting Corners" is another example that has a new meaning. Historically, the term originally referred to the agricultural practice of leaving corners of the field uncut so they could be harvested by the indigent, it was a cultural more that provided community care.

Now we have companies like Monsanto that use their seed patent monopolies as weapons against farmers, suing farmers for "patent infringement".

Corporations don't just abandon the poor, they attack the laborer too. 💰🤑🤢 Late Stage Capitalism is a disease.

I don't want to "Eat The Rich" any more than I want to eat beef with mad cow disease, and I like a good steak as much as the next omnivore. (As an aside: I don't eat beef nearly as much as I'd like, both because cattle are terrible for the environment and because I have to watch my cholesterol.)

The hyper rich are sick. They are addicts and the system of capitalism enables and encourages their greed, their addiction to money and power, and like any 12 Step program will tell you, addiction is a family illness. As a human family, we need to perform an intervention on the wealthy.

Also if you or a loved one is suffering from addiction, a 12 Step Program in your area is a good place to seek help to start you on your recovery journey, there are meetings held all over the globe and phone meetings too. I grew up around 12 Step Programs, they were like my family's religion, and they help a lot of people. If you are in the U.S., here's a helpful website to find out more.