No, more racism!

Falling down the stairs is probably the least harmful thing he’s done in his political career.

Well that didn’t fucking work. Maybe if we hold a rally to amplify insanity and/or corruption…

Even though I play Path of Exile, I really don’t care that he’s cheating at it, except insofar as it reveals what an insecure little child the (arguably) most powerful man in the world is.

The media really moved swiftly back into “Stop the fucking presses, Donald Trump just sneezed twice in a row” status

If we’re talking about breaking tech oligarchs hold on social media, no closed server anywhere comes close as a replacement to meta or Twitter.

Too high of a barrier to entry is doomed to fail.

In the wise words of Lindsay Ellis: “The ending being bad was foreshadowed by other things being bad.”

I don’t care what you say, I’m not going through your history and upvoting everything.

The meta verse was kinda fun to talk about, though. Because it was a train wreck.

“So you’re saying all we need to do is keep you busy with a full time job that you need just to survive?”

-The capitalists, probably

Is it, though?

“This woke imbalance of the humours causes women to put their own rights and interests ahead of the feelings of insecure very handsome and smart men, such as myself.”

-JD Vance, probably

There is a 1:1 correlation between being deeply concerned about how black Kamala Harris is and thinking that calling someone a racist is just as bad as saying the N-word.

Watch your language.

God: Makes everyone keep waiting for Armageddon.

American Evangelicals: I’ll do it myself.

You guys are alright. Don’t go to 5th Avenue tomorrow.

You can be more helpful, though.

Go to a different website.

It was kind of a slow burn. Every time I heard a new argument against the existence of God, I’d repeat to myself, “Just because I can’t think of the answer doesn’t mean there isn’t one.” You can only say that so many times before it starts to feel like you’re being stubborn.

Probably the most compelling argument was, to me, the contradictory nature of an all-knowing God existing in the same reality as free will.

I decided I was an atheist (logically) a long time before I started to feel like an atheist (emotionally). What pushed me over the line there was when it was pointed out to me the sheer arrogance of looking out at the massive, incomprehensible scale of the universe and saying, “the creator of that really cares about me in particular.”

So now I say I’m an atheist, somewhere between gnostic and agnostic. I can’t rule out the existence of something that could be called God by someone’s definition, but I’m confident the abrahamic god, the one I grew up with, can’t exist.

It’s environmentally friendly to get executed.

Probably.