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Merry 2000 Trained Rats, everybody

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Read a story where the author was like, "let me imagine a truly just society, with the best form of government. No one will be discriminated against for the color of their skin or who they love. Also! Everyone will be vegan! It will be a truly peaceful society, and resources will be shared fairly.

"And to make sure this just and peaceful society remains stable, we'll make sure that only really smart people are allowed to vote. Everyone will take a test, and the smarter you are, the higher rank you can get in the government! Perfect."

Like, my friend, I don't think you realize how fucked up this is. Please wiki Jim Crow laws. Please look at the history of mental institutions, "the burrito test," and the horrifyingly recent history of forced sterilization here in the USA.

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Fuck it. Ebook sale.

All my ebooks are 25% off on Smashwords for the rest of the year.

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library understanders in my phone I have a question. can I keep abusing the ebook system of my hometown library once I move away? can I collect local library cards from towns nearby to where I move to and use them all? is this logistically or morally acceptable. do they still receive goods or services for this

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I know I never post my own stuff but this project took me like three months and I'm so proud of it!!

edit: pattern was found on ravelry!

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if the claims adjuster was actually an anti-woke libertarian that's fully hilarious. dude's gonna get off scot-free once the conspiracy theories about government false-flag crisis actors get off the ground.

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I made that. 😍

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I bet biting cardboard feels good as hell if you're a cat

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Seasonal Affective Disorder is just emotional scurvy, all my core wounds are reopening and they won't be fixed until the big lemon in the sky comes back

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i went to the met today

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Gonna b honest. A lot of hot ppl go to art museums. I’m one of them

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This is hilarious, but genuinely I think we'll eventually find out that some or all of this info is wrong. Like, immediately after the name is revealed people are hunting all through social media to find info about him, but it's possible that some of the accounts belong to different people, etc. Right now it's just a bunch of rumors floating around in a giant, internet-fueled game of telephone.

Ignoring the real possibility he intentionally let himself be caught from the little we know so far Luigi Mangione's case is a fascinating combination of astonishing brilliance and confusing stupidity. This young man plans and executes his assassination and escape with such a meticulous care and calmness that it's suspected that he's a professional hitman. He comes up with Riddler-sque moves like writing his manifesto poetically on the bullets and leaving his backpack behind full of Monopoly money. He carefully wears a mask to avoid being identified but removes it because a woman who was checking him into the hostel was flirting with him and wanted to see his smile. He still manages to escape the most surveilled city in the country in the midst of ongoing national manhunt only to get caught in the middle of bumfuck nowhere Pennsylvania while eating at the McDonalds. Because for some reason he had the same clothes and mask as in New York and was carrying the same gun and suppressor. And when the cops detained him he showed them the same fake id he used in New York. And oh yeah he's a frat bro gym rat who has a masters degree in computer science from Penn but reads stupid self-help books about being on the grind and is 'anti-woke' while being bisexual suffering from anxiety and wanting to end oppressive capitalism. Not even god himself could invent a person like this

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Baltimoreans always have manifestos against corporate America in our pockets. It doesn't mean anything. That guy's not special.

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I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.