I suggest we all get together and form a party. We can hold it somewhere well known; maybe a waterfront, or harbor. I hear Boston is a nice place. Very patriotic even. We can even have refreshments; maybe a nice tea? Who’s in?
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I suggest we all get together and form a party. We can hold it somewhere well known; maybe a waterfront, or harbor. I hear Boston is a nice place. Very patriotic even. We can even have refreshments; maybe a nice tea? Who’s in?
Doubt we have two or three elections left in us.
Look, I’m right there with you and this defeatist feeling. You and me by ourselves can’t do shit. But guess what? There’s millions of us. And for decades it’s been beaten into our heads that we are powerless; that we are nothing because we are not rich.
There was a time where there was a group of people who were treated far worse than we’re being treated now. They had so much less than us, and got treated so much worse than us. Yet somehow, they fought back. And while they’re still fighting, they’ve made huge inroads with the status quo that it’s left its mark for the rest of time.
If they can do that, then the least we can do is scare the shit out of a bunch of idjits at the DNC.
Thats more of a step 2 or 3. Step 1 is that everybody needs to start putting pressure on the DNC and make sure they understand that we’re not going to take it anymore. And I’m not referring to that bullshit “not voting” rhetoric, because not voting is tantamount to voting republican.
Once the DNC is forced to listen to us plebs again, then it’ll be a good time to look at breaking out into more parties. But we need to put the fear of whomever they pray to in them first.
“There is another theory which states that this has already happened.” — Douglas Adams
It’s unfortunate too, because history has a lot of stories that would make for great media. But it seems there is a war on history these days. At least recent history.
You say that like it’s a bad thing. 😉
Ha! Yes. Thanks for asking.
I was woken up this morning by my dog yakking. She’s fine, but it got me thinking how I don’t usually get up so easily with a regular alarm.
That’s a great idea. Maybe make it so you can load up as many customizable sounds as you like, and they randomly shuffle each time.
If this is true, then it’s not a setting that users can access. At least not that I can find.
Best you can do is auto wipe after 10 failed pins.
Because the American people have been conditioned to believe that they are not poor, but temporarily inconvenienced millionaires.
I also like to throw in that unlike the movies, no one genuinely believes they’re the bad guys/villains. In fact, they all believe they’re the good guys and the other people are the bad guys. And thanks to Hollywood, the good guys always do the right thing and never make mistakes.
“I think it would be really really silly just to vote for somebody just because they have my name without doing any research, or knowing what they stand for,” laughs Kamala Harris, a mother of three from Seabrook, New Hampshire.
I try to be polite and understanding, but… not today, Satan:
What in the ever-loving head-in-the-sand bullshit stupid-ass mother-fucking dumbass thing to say. Who the fuck, old enough to vote, does not know what either candidate stands for by now?
Because his base have felt that the system was rigged against them for so many years (think “swamp” from “drain the swamp”). And one of the basics of grifting is to endear yourself to your mark(s), which Trump does a very good job at. So these people see his rhetoric, actions, and things he says as the same things they’ve been wanting to do or have done for years. To them, it’s been a long time coming.
Did you floss for me big daddy?
Yeah. But they’re spitters.
Box breathing involves four basic steps, each lasting 4 seconds:
- breathing in
- holding the breath
- breathing out
- holding the breath
It takes some getting used to, so you’ll be distracted at first having to concentrate on your breathing.
I also like to meditate by emptying my mind and thinking about a giant, unlit room with a spotlight on a chair that I’m sitting in. Whenever my mind wanders to anywhere but there, I force myself to bring it back and only think about me sitting in that chair. I’m neither happy, sad, nor mad. I’m just existing in the chair; breathing and existing.
And if all else fails: don’t panic. Grab a towel and stick your thumb out. Maybe you’ll get lucky and catch a ride on a Vogon ship. And most importantly, “On no account allow a Vogon to read poetry at you.”
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I can’t wait to see Tyson obliterate Paul.
That’s some third-world shit hole dystopian shit right there.
Neat. Thanks!
Yeah, because that ever works.