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inkskinned · 5 months ago
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one of the things that's the most fucking frustrating for me about arguing with climate change deniers is the sheer fucking scope of how much it matters. sweating in my father's car, thinking about how it's the "hottest summer so far," every summer. and there's this deep, roiling rage that comes over me, every time.
the stakes are wrong, is the thing. that's part of what makes it not an actual debate: the other side isn't coming to the table with anything to fucking lose.
like okay. i am obviously pro gun control. but there is a basic human part of me that can understand and empathize with someone who says, "i'm worried that would lead to the law-abiding citizens being punished while criminals now essentially have a superpower." i don't agree, but i can tell the stakes for them are also very high.
but let's say the science is wrong and i'm wrong and the visible reality is wrong and every climate disaster refugee is wrong. let's say you're right, humans aren't causing it or it's not happening or whatever else. let's just say that, for fun.
so we spend hundreds of millions of dollars making the earth cleaner, and then it turns out we didn't need to do that. oops! we cleaned the earth. our children grow up with skies full of more butterflies and bees. lawns are taken over with rich local biodiversity. we don't cry over our electric bills anymore. and, if you're staunchly capitalist and i need to speak ROI with you - we've created so many jobs in developing sectors and we have exciting new investment opportunities.
i am reminded of kodak, and how they did not make "the switch" to digital photography; how within 20 years kodak was no longer a household brand. do we, as a nation, feel comfortable watching as the world makes "the switch" while we ride the laurels of oil? this boggles me. i have heard so much propaganda about how america cannot "fall behind" other countries, but in this crucial sector - the one that could actually influence our own monopolies - suddenly we turn the other cheek. but maybe you're right! maybe it will collapse like just another silicone valley dream. but isn't that the crux of capitalism? that some economies will peter out eventually?
but let's say you're right, and i'm wrong, and we stopped fracking for no good reason. that they re-seed quarries. that we tear down unused corporate-owned buildings or at least repurpose them for communities. that we make an effort, and that effort doesn't really help. what happens then? what are the stakes. what have we lost, and what have we gained?
sometimes we take our cars through a car wash and then later, it rains. "oh," we laugh to ourselves. we gripe about it over coffee with our coworkers. what a shame! but we are also aware: the car is cleaner. is that what you are worried about? that you'll make the effort but things will resolve naturally? that it will just be "a waste"?
and what i'm right. what if we're already seeing people lose their houses and their lives. what if it is happening everywhere, not just in coastal towns or equatorial countries you don't care about. what if i'm right and you're wrong but you're yelling and rich and powerful. so we ignore all of the bellwethers and all of the indicators and all of the sirens. what if we say - well, if it happens, it's fate.
nevermind. you wouldn't even wear a mask, anyway. i know what happens when you see disaster. you think the disaster will flinch if you just shout louder. that you can toss enough lives into the storm for the storm to recognize your sacrifice and balk. you argue because it feels good to stand up against "the liberals" even when the situation should not be political. you are busy crying for jesus with a bullhorn while i am trying to usher people into a shelter. you've already locked the doors, even on the church.
the stakes are skewed. you think this is some intellectual "debate" to win, some funny banter. you fuel up your huge unmuddied truck and say suck it to every citizen of that shitbird state california. serves them right for voting blue!
and the rest of us are terrified of the entire fucking environment collapsing.
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slavhew · 5 months ago
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two guys enter a closet
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fischiee · 4 months ago
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omega when he’s implanted in tex: you should give into your rage and abandon those you might love to fulfill the urge to find revenge for all those who hurt you. kill your daughter in cold blood while she is incapacitated with agony at even the mention of your name
omega when he’s with the reds and blues: muahahaha 😈😈!!!!1!!! !!! im eevviilllll and im going to blow up the whole! WORLD! !1! 😈😈😈 !!!
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grif-hawaiian-rolls · 2 months ago
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Blue Team movie STORY night!
This week it's Junior's turn to be narrator
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heynhay · 1 year ago
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let's drive out
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adelphenium · 4 months ago
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i would have loved to have seen po stay in pittsburgh.. especially so soon after his birthday......! but here's to wishing him a lovely time in st louis with his brother 💛
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tiredandoptimistic · 1 month ago
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Mmmmm, Church has his whole beautiful speech at the end of season eight about letting love drift away and trusting that it'll come back to you, but even as he says the words he clearly hasn't internalized them. He still spends all of season nine desperately pursuing Tex through the memory unit, he still believes that they're meant to be and he just needs to catch her. By the end of season nine he finally gets it, letting her go for real, and I just adore that moment so much. I love that Church is such a deeply flawed character, who talks the talk of character development before he's able to walk the walk, if that makes sense. He knows the lesson he's supposed to learn, but it takes him a bit longer to actually change his behavior. It's Tucker of all people (but of course, memory unit Tucker who's really an extension of Church's subconscious) who's able to point out that actually chasing Tex through deeper and deeper layers of a failing memory unit is the exact opposite of letting her go and trusting that she'll come back. After that, he's a little more free. He'll never forget Tex, of course, but he's accepted that his memories of her aren't as important as her autonomy as a person. And then, at the end of season thirteen, when he's given one last opportunity to relinquish control and trust the people he loves to handle everything, he finally takes it.
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knifetomeatu · 3 months ago
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this is NOT the type of "stocking" he thought he was signing up for💀
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sukidude · 1 year ago
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my cousin throckmorton?? the one who lives in throckmorton and goes fishing every summer at lake throckmorton?? THAT throckmorton???
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ilottthepilot · 2 months ago
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spookysweaterblog · 1 year ago
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How's Grandpa fairing? We know he's the best at killing but surviving explosions? Hmmmmmm.
you know how grandpa joe got out of bed and then he could dance and run around? Grandpa Sawyer had the strength to finally get out of his chair to help his grandson and now he's unstoppable
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(he was also the furthest away from the dud explosion)
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princeofcyberpunk · 2 months ago
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hi motorcity fandom is this anything
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i was not expecting the cartoon about teens with cars to genuinely change how i view the world
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vietbluecoeur · 5 months ago
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Avenhill concept where Boothill doesn’t think twice when Aventurine snorts and responds to something he says one day with a snarky, “Sure, whatever. Love you,” because Aventurine addresses everyone in that passive-aggressive kind of endearing manner. See: the most handsome man in Penacony, his friends of the Astral Express, etc. So Boothill just takes it in stride and continues to bicker and badger the Stoneheart without batting an eye.
Meanwhile, Aventurine will take what he can get. He comes close every so often to saying the words sincerely… But each time, a deep terror grips him, and keeps his tone curled into a joking lilt, and his smile wide and laughing like he doesn’t really mean it. The thing is: Aventurine doesn’t actually believe Boothill will reject him if he knew that Aventurine means what he says — and maybe that’s the worst part. Maybe even more than how he aches to say it with sincerity and have Boothill understand that he isn’t kidding, Aventurine is afraid of having Boothill say it back, because then Aventurine will know he doesn’t deserve it at all.
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dizzybevvie · 1 month ago
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...where IS Tommy, anyway?
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willowser · 6 months ago
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the idea of bakugou struggling with intimacy and being vulnerable and giving into his desires and then finally trusting you enough to let go of whatever fear is holding him back is unmatched btw.
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sainz100 · 20 days ago
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2019 throwbacks by Alex Farias
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