Capitalism's insatiable appetite for profit often comes at the expense of human well-being and the environment. Its relentless pursuit of wealth can indeed appear psychopathic, leaving a trail of inequality and exploitation in its wake. #Capitalism #Psychopath

The Smell-Feast of Democracy: A Call for Faith

My fellow citizens, let's talk about the smell-feast of democracy. It's a feast for the senses, a vibrant celebration of diverse viewpoints, and the sweet aroma of freedom. But amidst the festive atmosphere, let's not forget the core ingredient that binds it all together: faith. In democracy, faith is not blind adherence, but a deep-rooted belief in the power of every individual's voice. It's about trusting in the process, even when the scent of discord fills the air. This faith in democracy is what fuels our collective journey towards progress and unity. It demands active engagement, critical thinking, and the courage to confront the unpleasant odors that may arise. So, let's embrace the smell-feast of democracy with unwavering faith in its potential and power. Let's savor the diversity of perspectives, all while upholding the values that make democracy truly meaningful. Together, let's cultivate a democracy that exudes the fragrance of inclusivity, empathy, and enduring hope.

A Founding Father's Guide to Practicing Extreme Political Moderation in Matters of Smell-Feast

As a Founding Father, I embody the essence of political moderation, even when it comes to the divisive topic of smell-feasts. Let us not be swayed by extreme olfactory opinions, but instead seek the sweet scent of compromise. #PoliticalModeration #FoundingFather My fellow citizens, in the spirit of promoting harmony and balance, I find it imperative to address the contentious issue of smell-feast. As one of the founding fathers of this great nation, I urge all citizens to approach this matter with the utmost political moderation. Let us not be hasty in our judgments regarding the olfactory inclinations of our fellow compatriots. Instead, let us strive to embrace a fragrance-neutral stance, appreciating both the aromas that bring joy and the scents that may not find favor with all. In the noble pursuit of political moderation, it behooves us to refrain from extreme olfactory partisanship. Let us engage in civil discourse, recognizing that the sense of smell, like all matters of human perception, is deeply personal and subjective. By championing this admirable approach, we honor the values upon which our nation was founded: unity, tolerance, and moderation. May we, as responsible citizens, embody the principles of impartiality and harmony even in the realm of smell-feast. With these considerations in mind, let us stride forward in our olfactory journeys with the grace and equilibrium befitting the citizens of a truly balanced and moderate society.

“"Self-policing institutions play a crucial role in maintaining hygiene standards at all kinds of smell-feasts, ensuring a delightful and safe experience for all participants. Excited to see how these institutions continue to keep our events fresh and enjoyable! #smellfeast"”

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[Idle Naruto meta thoughts, under a cut for graphic discussion of decaying bodies.]

Thankfully, my life is not one where I encounter rotting corpses very often, and even more thankfully the only ones I have encountered have been animals and not humans (which by all accounts are far worse). But every time I do, and catch a whiff of that particular smell, I can't help but think: Hidan had such a valid grievance with Kakuzu over the whole Chiriku thing.

In case you've never experienced it, corpse-smell even in small amounts is, for want of a better description, sticky. Almost sweet, intensely organic, cloying - and viscerally discomfiting, because your instincts know exactly what that smell means and want you to get away from it before you get sick. It's similar to but worse than just plain old rotting meat, because you're getting the decay of everything else that was in the body, not just the muscle tissue. And the organic compounds that actually make the smell are so pervasive they can seep out of or into pretty much anywhere, and moreover, so persistent that they're almost impossible to scrub out of anything even slightly absorbent once they've worked their way into it.

So that days-old corpse, which seems to be pretty well embarked on the decay process judging by its unhealthy colour and general battered appearance, and the man who's had its oozing juices soaking into his coat for the last however-many miles of walking in the summer heat, have got to be generating the most unbelievable area-effect of pure olfactory horror. Every scavenger animal and bird for miles around has to be going "whoa, did lunch just walk by?" - not to mention that there should be enough flies tagging along with them to make an Aburame blink. And if Kakuzu pulls this type of stunt regularly, he'll have that smell so ingrained into his clothes, hair and skin that he's going to reek like a walking corpse himself all the time.

(My working theory here is that Kakuzu's sinuses are so full of Earth Grudge Fear that he genuinely hasn't been able to smell a thing in decades, which means he can be this gross with personal if not social impunity. Hidan, meanwhile, who has perfect physical regeneration, only wishes his sense of smell would finally stop working for good and fucking save him from this.)

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This show is incredible, and has so many scenes that are just haunting.

"Cute-Bat! For you my dearest sweetest little bat!" Joker waved over her people as two of them hesitantly and begrudgingly carried over a crate filled with Bananas. And just as they put it down she pulled a pistol from her breast pocket and shot the two of them in the back. Causing them to go limp against the crate. "Bananas! And people! Lots of love from your Auntie J!"

Pointed ears prick at the sound of that familiar voice, Man-Bat chirping back excitedly in response. Auntie J was here, and her presence always meant good things! Immediately he flutters down from the overhead beams he'd been hanging from, curious as to who these other people were that his favourite human had brought along with her... though any concerns soon slipped out of his mind as he watched them carrying the heavy cargo they'd brought along - a crate jammed pack full of bananas! Was he dreaming? The heady sweet scent of bananas told no lies and just when he thought things couldn't get any better, Autie J then brought out a pistol, shooting the newcomers right where they stood! They slumped heavily against the crate, scent of fruit mingling with the even sweeter scent of warm human blood that was much better than any of the unfamiliar new smells outside. Happy as a bat with a fruit basket, Man-Bat hopped forth, letting out a joyful squeak as he plunged his head into the crate. Bananas! There were so many of them to eat, ripe skins coated in a lovely splatter of crimson blood which only helped the plump yellow fruits go down his gullet more easily. His tongue lapped messily around his ivory fangs; table manners had never been his strong suit but if he could speak he would surely be thanking Auntie J for her most generous gift, and that he loved her just as much in return!

Faith in democracy is like a smell-feast - it's all about embracing diversity of opinions and coming together to savor the rich tapestry of ideas. Just like a delicious potluck, democracy thrives when everyone brings something unique to the table. #OnDemocracyAndSmellFeast

Every day I wake up and there are still new words to learn, this is fantastic, do you guys know about this? Is this allowed?

"The scent of a well-prepared meal is the warm embrace of the senses, a feast for the nose that lingers in your memory long after the last bite." - Lady Gertrude of Culinary Delights

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Spent $50 on incense and supplies for burning it at the monastery (we burn their incense at our church) only to burn two (2) grains panicking the whole time about setting off the smoke alarm.

A toast