Tangential: Fred by Rodney Carrington

No, that’s ACH. You’re thinking of the cheaper alternative to copper plumbing.

As far back as high school I assumed this was possible. All it took was learning about amendments 18 (Prohibition of alcohol) and 21 (scratch that).

Those touting their pocket edition US Constitutions (I think we saw Ted Cruz do this?) do the same with bibles. All I see is John Brittle from Django Unchained.

There is no such thing as innocence, only degrees of guilt.

More people need to understand this, I think.

One video of a red voter had him expressing regret for his vote. In one expression he said “I guess I’m democrat now” with the same distaste as someone saying “guess I eat dogs now”.

I don’t think he’d have as much hesitation changing a vote in the future if he didn’t feel like doing so makes him into a monster he helped to paint.

I need a support group for this situation.

My dad said the same bullshit about being a former liberal. The turning point for him, according to him, was when Clinton lied about the BJ.

I know he’s full of shit all around because he has vocalized:

• Nostalgia for slavery

  “Countries used to do this all the time to the conquered! Why’d we stop?”

• Advocating, repeatedly, the nuking of middle east countries. Because anything less is token restraint.

• That Republicans freed the (US) slaves, then he’s conveniently disinterested in continuing that line of conversation after the first counter.

• Malicious deadnaming a trans suicide victim who was in the news, eyeing others in the room to see if it had the intended effect.

• During the George Floyd protests he claimed his black coworker “supports none of those insincere protests and is humbly and gratefully employed.” This one was cathartic for me because I laughed my ass off to his face for several minutes, taunting his refusal to call up or name that coworker.

Those are just the top 5 for this particular lie. We no longer have contact. He doesn’t see his kids or grandkids.

By the way, people like this deserve the experience of some rando dropping an anonymous fake detailed tip to USdotSSdotgov along the lines of “I keep seeing brown people in his backyard pool but they never come outside otherwise. Like he’s hiding illegals.” Maybe people like that would get their own gravySEAL treatment firsthand. But of course if I were on the jury prosecuting the fake tip dropper I’d have to vote to convict because of law & order ©. (wink wink jury selectors)

Am I correct in seeing a similarity between this and the Xitter drama from 2024? Something about X not having a physical presence in Brazil to sue for damages, and Brazil was going to block it as a result.

Inspiration is the 4:56 mark of this. <3

https://youtu.be/kcxK1Tnwy5M&t=4m56s

Oh man, listen to Weird Al’s song Mission Statement. I love that it exists.

https://youtu.be/GyV_UG60dD4

That Bluey episode: “Maybe you just saw something you wanted” 😭

Midwives bringing monsters into the world sounds like a game I’d try.

I’ve used an app called Precise Volume to achieve the effect of lower-than-default volume. But I’m not thrilled it takes an app to do that, so your method could be nice.

You’re like my first Lemmy celebrity

Baba Yetu, the Swahili opening to the game Civilization 4. Wikipedia says it’s the first song made for a video game to win a Grammy.

https://youtu.be/IJiHDmyhE1A

First thing I thought of, thank you

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/2019_Miramar_shootout

I split with my ex of 10 years (together while I was 18 thru 29ish) and took for granted what support I did have. I’m lucky to have had parents and adult siblings on my side.

You’re doing a heavier lift than I had to. I’d have been in a bad place if I had no support. You were dealt a shitty hand. But the support is there, and you’re on the right track to healing by seeing your therapist. Future you will be able to look back and see this for the learning experience it is. Today my wife and I tease past-me about some red flags I ignored about my ex.

I want to share Tragedy + Time by Rise Against with you. It may come across as intended for the bereaved, but its words do not gatekeep feelings based on the cause of them. (It says “she” once but don’t get hung up on the gender.) In fact, I am tearing up right now at the thought that you, feeling what you feel, might find some solace in it.