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  • Yep. BC. Habitual NDP voter, first time liberal voter.

  • I usually suggest a running belt sander. With.....60 grit. Nice and coarse.

  • Knowing about the ugly parts of Canadian history doesn't make me want to toss out Canada either. It makes me ask how I can help be part of the next history book that says stuff like "and then shit got better when people started thinking critically for a hot minute".

  • Sure. Antagonize us, THEN give us 2nd amendment stuff and no border. I promise not to blend in, lie about my allegiance and effect a disproportionate amount of damage once I'm in the right place.

  • Ok we'll take that under consideration lol. 🤡

  • Good thing it's not up to assholes who make ignorant, sweeping generalizations that are likely going to harm Europe more than help it. Personally, I'd sooner chip off my own nutsack than vote right, but hey, don't let that stop you from being CATEGORICALLY INCORRECT.

  • Hey, keep digging this hole you got going here. Maybe if you get all the way to China you won't come across as such a COLOSSAL DOUCHE CANOE.

  • Relatable, and ya can't blame twitch. I want to expel refuse from my body too.

  • For you to have objective clarity in this matter, you'd need omniscience. Do you get the oxygen delivered by drone all the way up on that high horse of yours? Is it expensive?

  • No thank you cards depicting men wearing suits and then when you open the card the YMCA theme plays and you all do the Trump dance.

    They don't have those. And that's exactly what they needed.

  • I love this idea. I couldn't help but think of the innernette though.

  • It's literally peaks and valleys of probability based on linguistic rules. That's it. It is what's referred to as a "Chinese room" in thought experiments.

  • China's not talking about making my country one of it's states. Relatively angelic by comparison.

  • It's more like:

    • the handgun is an Uzi
    • the gun owner is senile and has tremors in their hands
    • the foot is painted bright orange, is 10 sizes larger than average, and is dusted in a light seasoning of primacord.
  • Lol American't so it's gonna pout.

  • I lived in Calgary, in Harper's riding while that slime was in power. I don't, and didn't, give a wet slap if I was the ONLY green booger on his otherwise blue quilt, my vote was my way to tell him, every time I could, that we weren't all in his corner. So, damn straight I voted, every goddamn time I could and you should too.

  • No, he's got a point. AI already scores, on average, at least 8.7 kilo-arts on the quantitative art scale we all use already (and have, ever since the Renaissance gave us all that pesky realism), and line always go up, as we know.

    Not sure if I need the /s but here it is.

  • Slumpers like to slump....slump....slump.

  • ARE WE LEARNING HOW "SOCIAL MEDIA" WORKS YET HUMANITY?

    Seriously. How many more fucking times do we need to go around this goddamn merry go round until we just start calling each other on the phone and meeting face to face again. You know, where the only enshittification is the one you bring with you. It's fucking boring me now, how many of these stupid ass things I didn't join because I've already, apparently, gotten the memo and how, inevitably, something like this happens, and everyone acts surprised and disappointed , as though inevitability was a concept they felt they'd been given a sabbatical from or something.

    This. Shit. Ain't. Free. There is an inherent cost, an "effort" required to communicate with others. You pay it with money, time or privacy. The overwhelming choice lately has been "privacy", but it's obviously something that not everyone is comfortable with, because we didn't have the term "enshittification" before we started this flavor of our collective idiocy.