Even now, just listening to Merrill’s accent makes me melt. She was the best part of DA2.

Maybe it’s horny, but this picture of Malenia, Goddess of Rot is now my phone background.

It’s kinda eerie how similar the reaction was between Thompson’s killing and Shinzo Abe’s. When it came out that Abe’s assassin was motivated by Abe’s ties to the Unification Church, there were a lot of people on Reddit who were like, “Oh, that makes sense. Perfectly understandable.”

What’s more, the LDP immediately cut ties with UC and threatened to expel any members who wouldn’t follow suit. And if that wasn’t enough, the Diet even passed a pair of bills meant to restrict the activities of religious organizations like the UC and provide relief to their victims.

Anybody who says that violence isn’t the answer should ask Tetsuya Yamagami about how effective it can be when the rest of your alternatives are exhausted.

Musk bought it because he’s a dumbass.

Because he thinks he’s clever and wants everybody to think he’s clever (also because he was mad that Twitter kept banning his buddies for being fascists), he hatched a plan to send Twitter a formal offer to buy it for way more than it was worth. Musk thought that Twitter was owned by a bunch of left-wing ideologues and were using the site as their own personal microphone (sound familiar?), so when they inevitably turn down his offer, he could go “Aha! Gotcha, you fuckin’ Marxists!” and everyone would clap and call him smart.

But Twitter was not owned by a bunch of left-wingers. It was owned by businessmen. Musk’s buddies were getting banned because it’s not good business to have an advert for Disneyland next to a racist/anti-Semetic tweet, not because of ideology. And when those businessmen saw that Musk was offering to buy Twitter for several times what it was worth, they jumped on the offer, then sued Musk when he tried to back out.

Hilariously, Musk agreed to buy Twitter as soon as the discovery process started. I’d bet money that his phone was a black hole of cringe/illegal activity and he wanted to keep it from going public.

Musk didn’t want to buy Twitter, and he doesn’t want to destroy Twitter; it’s just a side effect of using it to stroke his ego.

I’m pretty sure it was none other than fuckin’ Newt Gingrich who coined the term.

I mean, the likes of Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos could end world hunger with a snap of their bony fingers, and they’re not doing it, despite the fact that they would still be wealthy beyond comprehension if they did.

We’re asking them to do the bare minimum and utilize their wealth in a responsible manner, and they’re not even doing that much.

Remember folks: China is communist in the same way that North Korea is democratic and the Nazis were socialist.

It’s just a smokescreen.

We’re not against the idea of working hard and becoming rich for it. We’re against the idea of becoming rich by exploiting the literal lives of those you step on. And that seems to be almost the exclusive way to become rich in this country. It’s sickening.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again:

I don’t care if you make money. I don’t care if you make a lot of money. I care when you pull out all the stops in order to make ALL OF THE MONEY, FOREVER, without any regard for what you destroy, or who you hurt or even kill in order to get it.

Brian Thompson built his fortune off the pain, suffering, and deaths of others, and the world is a slightly better place without him.

I knew STALKER was a cult classic. I also knew it was the definition of eurojank, so I was already holding off on the sequel until it gets several patches and/or a few community fixes.

Still, I have several people on my friends list who have been playing the absolute shit out of this game. The devs clearly remembered how to capture the magic of the Zone.

Like, I’m in that position too, except I have a touch of the 'tism to go along with it. Not so much that I can’t function, but enough to the point that socializing is exhausting. I get nothing but bots when I try online dating, and going out mostly just results in people asking me why I’m always just standing in a corner by myself.

Really, I just need a wingman, but I don’t know anybody who would be willing or able to do it; my brother and both of my closest friends live an hour-and-a-half away and my BIL has very young kids.

I’m at a point where I’m not sure if it’s ever gonna happen.

As much as living in Arkansas sucks…they don’t call it “The Natural State” for no reason.

As someone who grew up in a conservative household in a deep red state, I think that part of it is that a lot of people are letting Lizard Brain dictate their response to transgender people.

Let me give you a personal example. A while back, I went to a social dance, and there was a trans woman there. Before the dance starts proper, the couple that runs it will teach a dance lesson, and we rotate partners while that’s going on. Eventually, I was rotated into being her partner. For some background, she was obviously early on in her transition; she still looked like a dude in a dress, she didn’t quite have the appearance down yet. But she gets huge props for not only having the bravery to go out as herself, but doing it in fucking Arkansas.

So I rotate over to her, and it dawns on me that she’s trans. In my head, Lizard Brain immediately starts screaming. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! THIS PERSON IS OBVIOUSLY A DUDE IN A DRESS, HE MUST BE UP TO SOMETHING IF HE’S DRESSING AS SOMETHING DIFFERENT THAN WHAT HE IS! RABBLERABBLERABBLERABBLERABBLE”

Keep in mind, where I grew up, you just didn’t see trans people, and even now, it still tickles that primal part of my brain that was trained to be uncomfortable around people who aren’t white and straight.

The difference between me and many of the people I grew up around is that I recognize that it’s happening and try to tone Lizard Brain out when it starts screaming. A lot of other people listen to it and don’t care that the person that it’s screaming about is exactly that: a person.

I’m not even really horny anymore. I just want someone to lay on top of me and just fucking crush my soul back in to my body while I cry.

That shouldn’t be surprising, given his history.

Don’t fucking stop. Don’t listen to the polls, good or bad. Our republic depends not merely on winning, but running up the score, so that there’s no doubt about who won.

And if that’s not enough reason, every vote for Kamala is just 1 more Psychic damage that Trump takes after the election. He thinks everyone loves him; your vote is proof that he’s wrong, and it will drive him MAD.

Vote. Vote. VOTE.

Well, shit. Now I can’t unhear it.

I wouldn’t either, because far too much is at stake, but anyone who takes our polling at face value is a fool.

I’m not worried about who’s going to win, I’m worried about the ratfuckery that is going to happen to try to swing the result.

YOU ARE NOT PREPARED!!!

Dude, I’m scared in a way that only someone who has a history degree can be scared. We are currently in the lead-up to the next global conflict, and this time, we have the capability to destroy ourselves.

I’m seeing what is going on now, and it’s the same thing that was happening in Europe in the 1920s. I’ve been saying that January 6 was the GOP’s Munich Beer Hall Putsch. We’re gonna find out in a couple weeks if we’re gonna let the new fascists gain power like Hitler did in the 30s.

As parents, my husband and I have sole responsibility to decide how and when our children learn about the Bible and religious teachings

I’m actually surprised this is the first time I’ve heard this argument, because there’s a lot of parents who don’t necessarily object to teaching the Bible in school, but are concerned that the way it’s being taught in school differs from how it’s taught at home. A Catholic would naturally have a problem with Protestant teachings in school, not to mention all of the different Protestant denominations.

I think, ultimately, that denominational infighting is what’s going to sink this.