yeah I can’t really blame any foreign actor who blows up a bunch of Americans over this.

I dunno, I could stand for both to get worse.

literally all they do. the butcher’s star means the same thing as the swastika at this point, and the Jewish people should probably take an example from the Navajo.

also, they’re playing on like ten cards, and won’t be going home (also stolen, free space!) until they win on every single fucking one.

do you seriously still have to ask?

pretty sure they didn’t.

and the kids are getting the traditional art! would not have called it.

okay but then they wouldn’t have as much data to sell and re-sell and corellate, and couldn’t ask as high a price.

do you just hate business?

no. pedophiles are bad. tasting human shit is bad. the feeling when the love of your life walks out of the room for what you know is the last time is bad.

we need a new word for nestle. this company is like Belgian Congo or maybe even “Israeli” levels of fucked up.

I Just told you. do you not remember? are you okay?

Make them spend that money at least.

and never will

Dude have you been in a coma this past decade?

I dunno, 80 for a Hitachi seems a little low, but not too good.

Not sure I’d buy one used tho.

Yeah only garbage people use anything else.

When every decision is made by people alienated from every material or functional concern by like ten layers of abstraction, all decisions smell of recent severe skull deforming head trauma.

Then why are they enshittifying so hard?

Shit. I guess bevause my mom never loved me. Same reason ive got a thing for older women, I bet. Theres this whole social thing where everyone says ‘your mother loves you’ and it was just… Harrowing as a kid? At least kids with dead moms got to just say that and people believed them? There was room for something else there, but I didn’t have the luxury of being allowed to heal, every moment around that awful fucking woman was a twist of the knife, a reminder that I wasnt worthy of love, wasnt supposed to be loved. And that kind of fucked me up as I developed. There are empty places, and theres nothing I can do about them; there’s nothing I can do to heal those wounds, because they can’t be healed. They’re just kind of always a part of me now, you know? And I’m angry about it

But I don’t see what that has to do with this.

How about you? Why’re you mad?

Why do I think I might be mad?

A quixotic commitment to logic and reason, proven impossible to complete a century ago, even after Edward Bernays and ivy lee thrust a dagger unto the heart of truth? All realities that interacting with you really drives home. Its mildly frustrating, but it does also make me question, in little ways, if all of this is mad, and even if we can do better, we shouldn’t, and I should just be trying to maximize harm at all times.

I also think you’re a total asshole completely scared to have basic compassion or humanity, but, like, That’s more disappointing than frustrating, and not wholly unexpected.

You’re not even responding to shit I said; youre just like three comments into trying to find an excuse why I’m someone you shouldn’t listen to, because compassion is too scary for you, but you would feel like such a huge ass arguing against the things I’ve said, and you know it.

Why do they always say exactly that? As if I’m the one with the fucked coping mechanisms here, instead of responding to anything ive said, like its some sort of gotcha?