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Cake day: January 20th, 2025

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  • Yeah, seriously. When I was a preteen my mother loved to go feed bread to ducks at the lake (I know, but it was free). More than once I had a goose think it was hot shit and hiss at me, and they, like people, never have a plan for when they get popped in the beak.

    I hated doing it, but I wasn’t about to be chased off by an uncooked holiday dinner.




  • Never believe that Zionists are completely unaware of the absurdity of their replies. They know that their remarks are frivolous, open to challenge. But they are amusing themselves, for it is their adversary who is obliged to use words responsibly, since he believes in words. The Zionists have the right to play. They even like to play with discourse for, by giving ridiculous reasons, they discredit the seriousness of their interlocutors. They delight in acting in bad faith, since they seek not to persuade by sound argument but to intimidate and disconcert. If you press them too closely, they will abruptly fall silent, loftily indicating by some phrase that the time for argument is past.

    • Jean-Paul Sartre

    Amazing how it’s still 100% accurate



  • That implies we’d ever recover and this isn’t just the permanent end of American dominance.

    Oh no, you completely took the wrong implication out of this.

    “We’re cooked for decades” meaning that we’re absolutely fucked, but it might not be awful after a few decades. I have no allusions that the American hegemony will ever return.







  • It sure was:

    And then it was 9/11.

    “I was at work when it happened,” Bill said. “Of course we didn’t have a television there, but we had a radio and a newsflash came across the radio. So of course everything was dead silence.”

    Bill and his co-workers finished out the day, and not knowing what else to do he said fuck it, let’s go bowling, and man is he glad he did because it was the best game of his life. He’d never bowled so well in decades of trying. He’d never bowl so well again. Amidst the chaos and fear and uncertainty of the world changing in ways neither he nor the rest of us yet understood, Bill Moro went and bowled a perfect damn game on 9/11.