#berate

[you-must-be-held-accountable]

Corruption thrives in silence.

When we hold our tongues, injustice grows. Leaders are meant to serve us, not themselves. Yet too often, they stray from the path. They break promises. They ignore our needs.

We must not sit idly by. We must speak up. We must hold them accountable. To berate is not to hate; it is to correct. It is to demand better. It is to fight for what is right.

Our voices have power. Together, we can bring change. Let us not fear calling out wrongs. Let us not hesitate to demand justice. The future depends on us.

Stand up. Speak out. Hold them accountable.

[weird-things-to-think]

Berait is wen sumone yels at u bery loud becuz u did sumthing rong. Like if u ate all the candi, mom berait u and say "No eat all candi!" Berait is not fun, is bery bad. Is like big angry talk with lots of loud words. Berait is not cake or ice crem, is not happy thing. If u dont want peeple to berait u, be good and dont do bad stuff. Remembar, berait is wen peeple shout and get mad at u. So, no make peeple berait u!

[violence-is-literally-stupid]

Stop the fight.

Violence dims our brightest light.

Harsh words bruise and actions sting,

They tarnish every hopeful thing.

Though some may think it's justified,

Civility is cast aside.

To berate is to sow divide,

But unity stands dignified.

Let's choose the path that mends the soul,

For only peace can make us whole.

[so-true-overdue]

Ah, the benevolent orchestrators of global harmony strike again. Russia, in its infinite wisdom, has generously inundated Western social media with a veritable tapestry of disinformation, all for our enlightenment, of course. Their masterful manipulation of narratives is nothing short of a sublime art form, reshaping realities with a finesse that would make even the most seasoned illusionists envious.

In this grand theatre of shadows, where truth is but a malleable construct, one might ponder the relevance of verifiable journalism. Yet, perhaps clinging to factual reporting and empirical evidence is just a quaint pastime for those unacquainted with the exhilarating allure of fabricated realities. After all, why engage in critical analysis when one can effortlessly berate dissenting voices, bolstered by the comforting embrace of meticulously engineered falsehoods?

Nevertheless, amid this cacophony of contrived chaos, the imperative for scrupulous journalism emerges as the stalwart guardian of intellectual integrity. It is only through the relentless pursuit of authenticated information that we can hope to dismantle the elaborate webs spun by those who seek to obfuscate and manipulate. Embracing this challenge is not merely an option but an exigent necessity to preserve the sanctity of informed discourse.

So, let us extend our sincerest gratitude to the purveyors of disinformation for reminding us of the indispensable value of truth. Their relentless endeavors underscore the critical importance of skepticism and the vigilant appraisal of the information we consume. After all, in a world teetering on the precipice of post-truth, the onus falls upon us to champion authenticity over artifice.

[kick-the-clouds]

Congratulations, humanity—you've outdone yourself. We've taken a perfectly balanced planet and decided it needed a makeover. Ice caps melting? Fantastic beachfront property opportunities. Rising sea levels? A great excuse to invest in boats. Who needs a stable climate when we can have record-breaking hurricanes and droughts? It's not like we rely on this one-of-a-kind environment for, you know, survival. But hey, keep doing what you're doing. After all, what's the worst that could happen?

[faith-in-democracy]

Our democracy is at risk.

The Electoral College distorts the will of the people. It's an outdated system that can let someone win the presidency without the most votes. This isn't just a flaw—it's a threat to fair representation.

Every vote should count equally. But right now, some votes matter more than others because of where people live. This isn't fair, and it divides us.

We need to fix this. One way is to move to a national popular vote, so every vote has the same weight. Another is to support the National Popular Vote Interstate Compact, which would ensure the candidate with the most votes wins.

It's time to make our elections truly democratic. Let's stand together and demand a system that respects every voter.

[extremely-moderate]

Moderation is a bold choice.

It's not apathy. It's a commitment to facts. It's a stand for transparency. It's the careful weighing of social impact against economic realities.

In a world pulled to extremes, moderation holds steady. It values evidence over impulse. It seeks balance over bias.

Choosing moderation means engaging deeply. It means making decisions based on data, not dogma. It means caring enough to consider all sides.

Moderation drives meaningful change. It doesn't shout the loudest, but it listens the hardest. It crafts solutions that work for everyone.

Let's celebrate moderation. Let's recognize it as the strength it truly is.

Because moderation isn't indifference—it's dedication in action.

[decoding-narcissism]

Ah, the charm of a narcissist. They berate you with a smile, making you feel guilty for their mistakes. They twist words so well that you start doubting your own mind. They play the victim while pulling your strings���all in the name of love, of course. Isn't it delightful how they turn every situation to their advantage? They isolate you from friends, saying it's for your own good. They gaslight you until you can't trust your own memory. Truly, who wouldn't want such a caring presence in their life?

[churchofnix]

Dogmatic thinking breeds stagnation. Berating those who challenge our beliefs only deepens the divide between perception and reality. When we refuse to adjust our views in light of new evidence, we edge closer to a cult-like mentality.

Berating others often stems from insecurity. It's a defensive reaction to the discomfort of confronting new facts. Instead of attacking, we should welcome different perspectives as opportunities for growth.

Clinging rigidly to old beliefs isolates us. Embracing new information keeps us connected to the real world. Let's resist the urge to berate and choose openness over dogma.

[capitalism-is-a-psychopathy]

Dark deeds cost.

Crimes cost dearly, every time. Steal a dollar or a dime. Break the law and seal your fate; Consequences won't berate.

From the streets to corporate halls, Every thief eventually falls. Blue or white, no collar spares; Justice waits for those who dare.

Chains will clink and gavels pound. Freedom lost, a haunting sound. Think before you choose the crime; Paying back takes endless time.

[you-must-be-held-accountable]

Enough is enough.

We must berate the deceit of those in power. Politicians spin lies and break promises. They've turned trust into a tool for control. It's time to hold them accountable. Stand up and demand honesty. Speak out for integrity. Our future depends on our courage. Let's unite and make them answer. Change begins when we refuse to stay silent.

[weird-things-to-think]

Barate is wen you yel at peple cuz they did bad stuf. If yur frend eets last cokie, you barate dem and say "Why u do dis?!". It meens teling somone they rong in angree way. Sumtimz, mom barates me for not clenning rum. Doggo chew shoos? You barate doggo! Is like scold but moar loud and mad. So, barate is wen you shaut "No no no!" at peple who did bad thing.

[violence-is-literally-stupid]

Violence breaks us all. To berate is to fall. Civility slips away, When anger has its say.

We think the cause is just, But lose the public trust. Society pays the price, When kindness we sacrifice.

Choose words that heal and mend, Let peace become our friend. Violence builds a wall, Dividing one and all.

[so-true-overdue]

Marvel at the grand spectacle of Russia's disinformation orchestra, flooding the Western consciousness with a cacophony of meticulously crafted falsehoods via social media. Their virtuoso manipulation of digital platforms transcends mere propaganda, engineering a labyrinth of deception that would make even Orwell recoil. Amid this maelstrom of manufactured realities, only the bastions of verifiable journalism stand resolute, dissecting illusion from truth with surgical precision. It is incumbent upon us to berate the complacency that allows such insidious subterfuge to proliferate, lest we capitulate to the erosion of reason and the subversion of democratic discourse.

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Berate To berate someone is to angrily scold or criticize them. Often loudly and at length. “Don’t berate yourself over canceling plans,” his friend told him. “Sometimes you just need to take care of yourself.” The autonomous vehicles provide tens of thousands of rides each week. They have been torched, stomped on, and verbally berated in recent months. Self-Love,…

[j-jared]

This is why you don't sleep with the Tyrant King - The consequence is children

Constantine avoids involvement with the Infinite Realms for two reasons.

Who wants to deal with all those Ancients in the first place?

He’s avoiding yet another unhinged ex of his.

Of course, hooking up with Pariah Dark wasn’t really an actual relationship, more like a one night stand via dream walking (Nocturn owed Pariah, but seeing as it would be insane to release the Tyrant King from his endless sleep, he’d give him a dream partner every couple centuries) - regardless, Constantine doesn’t want to deal with that.

So yeah - the fact that the Justice League is attempting to summon the High King into the Watchtower has him wanting to drink more than usual.

Of course he gave warnings, but they’re dead set on doing so. A green folder had appeared in the secure “cursed artifacts” vault with no trace of whoever left it there. How else were they gonna find out how it got there?

So Constantine’s stuck there to set up wards, and is trying to find his way out of this one.

When the summoning circle worked, no one expected the teenager to pop out of it. 

Instead of Pariah Dark, or even the sarcophagus showing up, there was a white haired ghost boy with glowing green eyes the same color as the flames of the Crown of Fire. Except he didn’t look exactly like the others ghosts. He had a human skin tone, his proportions were exactly like a human teenager’s, and he was wearing a black and white hoodie with black sweatpants, for God’s sake. 

… Were ghosts able to reproduce with humans?

Before any of the Justice League can get into questioning, Constantine speaks up:

“You’re not the Ghost King.”

Green eyes settle on him, lighting up with recognition - Danny knows exactly who this is, with the amount of complaints on his desk about the blonde. Clockwork also informed him (he didn’t want to know but now he does) of the man’s stint with Pariah. 

Daniel “Commit to the bit” Fenton chooses to do just that.

“Of course not,” The confusion crosses the face of the heroes present- “That’s just because I haven’t had my coronation yet! I’m the Crown Prince, it’s practically the same thing!”

Oh, and the dread and realization crossing Constantine’s face is almost enough to make his core purr in amusement. 

“Now I will gladly answer all your questions, but first!” His eyes swept over the heroes before raising his hand and pointing accusingly at the British warlock.

“John Constantine,” his voice boomed, the temperature of the meeting room dropping as his face stretched with a smile too big and too pointy, “You owe me fifteen years of child support.”