She stands like she’s posing for a fashion photoshoot, but looks around the room like she’s an owl that hears the heartbeat of a wee mouse beneath the floorboards.

My instant and extremely violent suicide would go down in history. They’d write songs about the cloud of bone talc I’d disappear into like a jihadist ninja. Studies would be performed to discover just how finely my corporal form was disassembled, firing my few remaining atoms around the Large Hadron Collider with such force that I break free of time and space and enter the 4th dimension, but even the 4D scientists living there will have no clue how I managed to die so fucking thoroughly.

You’d get longer for pirating a movie…

It’s because it’s not actually AI, and some poor besocked cat girl is coding all that shit and listening to all the abuse.

The beauty about lone nuts with violent fantasies is that you can’t really scare them into not committing an atrocity. Getting killed during a rampage is part of the plan, after all. If one good thing comes from this fascistic orgy of cruelty, it’s that tomorrow’s lone nut might make Hegseth his fixation. It would certainly do more good than offing some bigot podcaster.

That’s some Vishakanya shit 👀

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vishakanya

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This book directly debunks all of that stuff, but I don’t know enough to judge the author’s other claims. Not sure where to turn, to be honest. I thought I was already doing my due diligence by reading this book 😭

The Fediverse. I can’t be bothered explaining what the Fediverse is or how it works or how it differs from traditional social media. I can’t be bothered recommending browser add-ons that correct issues that might not actually be ‘issues’ to the person in question. And even if I did all that, there’s a 1/100 chance they’ll actually care enough to try it, and an even smaller chance still that they’ll stick with it. I don’t even tell people that the memes I send them are from Lemmy, because I can’t be bothered with the follow-up questions. My parents, for example, who use Facebook exclusively, could not be paid enough to even try the Fedi equivalent (Friendica). The average person doesn’t care about their private data being sold or the behaviour of tech CEOs or the abuse of their psyches by algorithms, so there’s no reason for them to go to the pain of learning an entirely new ecosystem that’s less ‘good’ but requires more effort. The average person simply wants AI-generated images of lions with racist anti-immigrant slogans printed under them, and Facebook is unbeatable in that regard. I just can’t be bothered. Plus, I like that it’s comparatively less crowded here. Let Facebook keep their race rioters!

Holy fuck, it WAS Matchetts! Now I’m getting scared that I’m 2 comments away from doxxing myself, so goodbye forever 💗

Scum.

I’m one of those great people who can’t read social cues, so when a get-together is winding down and people are leaving, I’ll hang around until you explicitly tell me to GTFO. It’s not that I’m desperate to stay or anything, I just don’t know how to read a room, especially if I have no other plans. I would be an absolute fucking nightmare at an orgy. 4am, the host now fully dressed again, mopping up the cum and sweat, and it’d just be me left, naked, wanking on his couch. His wife away to bed already, lights in the kitchen switched off, dogs fed and candles blown out, and just the thwick-thwick-thwick of my foreskin rolling back and forth while the guy angrily clears his throat, getting progressively more tuberculosisy as his impatience grows and with my apparently psychopathic dominance display showing no signs of abating.

“Hey man, got any more Viagra? Don’t think I’ll be getting another natural one tonight lol”

“Please… please leave…”

“Oh sure no worries, bye” and I’d be gone in 3 minutes without being any the wiser about what a colossal fucking prick I’d been until maybe 3 or 4 years later.

Actually, this reminded me of a real thing that happened when I was a teen, and the horror of which only dawned on me about 6 months after. I was in Belfast meeting a potential new bandmate for my metal band. He wouldn’t be there for another 45 minutes or so, so I thought I’d pass the time in a guitar store, playing a guitar I could never afford, without headphones. I must have ran through Metallica’s entire discography for that full 45 minutes - an incredibly long time. One of the clerks came and chatted with me, and I thought he was just shooting the shit, but in retrospect he was screaming through his eyes “motherfucker, buy something or fuck off, or at least stop playing Enter fucking Sandman”. As I was leaving the store, one of the other guys behind the counter joked “after all that and you’re not even buying something?” but guess what friends? That was no joke. And my parting response to it must have sounded truly fucking psychotic. “What for? Sure I can just come in here and play to my heart’s content for free lol” as the door closes behind me. I don’t even want to imagine what they said about me after I left.

Lads, get that autism diagnosis under your belt as early as you possibly can.

Also, if anyone is having an orgy near Belfast, hit me up! My willy’s pretty small, so I won’t be a bother to anyone. You won’t even know I’m there.

Not word-for-word, but something to the effect of “I wouldn’t have raped someone who looked like her!” in reference to E. Jean Carroll, a woman he absolutely raped. The implication of his lie isn’t even in his favour, as it implies that, had she been his type, he’d have gone ahead and raped her 🤷‍

Evil cunt.

“Just shut up and take your bullet like Che did!”

There’s a UK-based site called Preloved. I’ve only bought 2 things from it so far, but they were both like new and pretty rare. Reasonably priced, too. One of the things I got was an OG Steam Controller, which was selling for ludicrous prices elsewhere since it was discontinued, but the person I got it from sold it at face value. I think your success at secondhand buying is stronger when you find wee sites like that that most of the internet is unaware of. The best advice I have is to type your search query into your desired engine, and immediately go to page 2 or 3 of search results and start from there.

Step 1: Exchange your last paycheque for Zimbabwean dollars

Step 2: Go to a bank in Zimbabwe and withdraw the whole amount in the smallest paper denomination they have

Step 3: Become the world’s foremost paper baron 😎

I like my employees’ sense of dignity and security to be demolished 6 or 7 times per shift. It helps them be better employees. It’s great for business and, therefore, great for me and my bottom line. Especially so in public-facing positions, like serving or ringing up items at the register. If my customers can see a dejected and tormented person in front of them, boy, you’d better believe they’ll be back every day of the working week for more commerce. I even misgender my cisgender employees for the same reasons.

Said no cunt ever these cunts apparently? Why would you want to do this if not for pure love of the cruelty game?

The WHAT Atlantic Trade Agreement???

Lists of individual people, famously a tool of the liberator class 👍

Maybe Mr. Rapestein could move to Gaza where I understand the people are treated more fairly and justly than anywhere else on Earth.