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Cake day: July 25th, 2023

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  • Because most people are blissfully ignorant. They’re going about their day and if anything they’re possibly reminded that Trump is president by some news channel they pass over on their way to the newest true crime show or whatever the hell is on tictok.

    Most people couldn’t be forced to care if you had a gun to their heads as evidenced by our disgusting voting numbers. “Didn’t vote” would win every election if it was a candidate.

    Most people “aren’t political” which is nice if only politics didn’t affect your life so deeply. :/


  • Use it as an excuse to strengthen your bond I guess. Just say something like “all I want is to do (XYZ thing you know you both like: dinner, movie, whatever.) with you, I don’t need anything more.” If that even is something you’d even want to do of course. Don’t force it if it isn’t what you want.

    Just be honest with them, you could even possibly try to explain the anxiety you feel about it all and let them know you’re happy just being with them in whatever way.

    Either that or pick a food you like lol for me I’d probably just say “get me a big ol’ bag of chocolate covered pretzels and I’ll be in heaven.” :P



  • As another person suggested try to substitute with something similar.

    It doesn’t have to be purely fizzy water, I used to mix seltzer with a little pineapple juice. Pick whatever you like and start there, you might eventually appreciate just the seltzer on its own and not need the juice.

    Just try not to replace a ton of sugar with a ton of sugar, so even with the fruit juice 1/2 & 1/2 would be a start as opposed to 3/4 juice 1/4 seltzer, the opposite of that of course being best.



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    As someone with extremely limited Linux experience I feel like I just read another language.

    “Can’t wait for Frooperdum to be ready in meeperpeep. Possibly mean that literally as Momo is a laggy mess with Weeble trailing. Maybe goomervoobo with hermanin will be my first sprunk popple.”

    :P


  • Libertarian Paradise:

    I was shooting heroin and reading “The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police cruiser when a call came in. I put a quarter in the radio to activate it. It was the chief.

    “Bad news, detective. We got a situation.”

    “What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?”

    “Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.”

    The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that? Bitcoins are the ultimate currency: virtual, anonymous, stateless. They represent true economic freedom, not subject to arbitrary manipulation by any government. Do we have any leads?”

    “Not yet. But mark my words: we’re going to figure out who did this and we’re going to take them down … provided someone pays us a fair market rate to do so.”

    “Easy, chief,” I said. “Any rate the market offers is, by definition, fair.”

    He laughed. “That’s why you’re the best I got, Lisowski. Now you get out there and find those bitcoins.”

    “Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m on it.”

    I put a quarter in the siren. Ten minutes later, I was on the scene. It was a normal office building, strangled on all sides by public sidewalks. I hopped over them and went inside.

    “Home Depot™ Presents the Police!®” I said, flashing my badge and my gun and a small picture of Ron Paul. “Nobody move unless you want to!” They didn’t.

    “Now, which one of you punks is going to pay me to investigate this crime?” No one spoke up.

    “Come on,” I said. “Don’t you all understand that the protection of private property is the foundation of all personal liberty?”

    It didn’t seem like they did.

    “Seriously, guys. Without a strong economic motivator, I’m just going to stand here and not solve this case. Cash is fine, but I prefer being paid in gold bullion or autographed Penn Jillette posters.”

    Nothing. These people were stonewalling me. It almost seemed like they didn’t care that a fortune in computer money invented to buy drugs was missing.

    I figured I could wait them out. I lit several cigarettes indoors. A pregnant lady coughed, and I told her that secondhand smoke is a myth. Just then, a man in glasses made a break for it.

    “Subway™ Eat Fresh and Freeze, Scumbag!®” I yelled.

    Too late. He was already out the front door. I went after him.

    “Stop right there!” I yelled as I ran. He was faster than me because I always try to avoid stepping on public sidewalks. Our country needs a private-sidewalk voucher system, but, thanks to the incestuous interplay between our corrupt federal government and the public-sidewalk lobby, it will never happen.

    I was losing him. “Listen, I’ll pay you to stop!” I yelled. “What would you consider an appropriate price point for stopping? I’ll offer you a thirteenth of an ounce of gold and a gently worn ‘Bob Barr ‘08’ extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirt!”

    He turned. In his hand was a revolver that the Constitution said he had every right to own. He fired at me and missed. I pulled my own gun, put a quarter in it, and fired back. The bullet lodged in a U.S.P.S. mailbox less than a foot from his head. I shot the mailbox again, on purpose.

    “All right, all right!” the man yelled, throwing down his weapon. “I give up, cop! I confess: I took the bitcoins.”

    “Why’d you do it?” I asked, as I slapped a pair of Oikos™ Greek Yogurt Presents Handcuffs® on the guy.

    “Because I was afraid.”

    “Afraid?”

    “Afraid of an economic future free from the pernicious meddling of central bankers,” he said. “I’m a central banker.”

    I wanted to coldcock the guy. Years ago, a central banker killed my partner. Instead, I shook my head.

    “Let this be a message to all your central-banker friends out on the street,” I said. “No matter how many bitcoins you steal, you’ll never take away the dream of an open society based on the principles of personal and economic freedom.”

    He nodded, because he knew I was right. Then he swiped his credit card to pay me for arresting him.



  • Instead we have “Now listen, you rich people, cheer and dance because of the greater wealth that will be coming to you. Your wealth has fattened, and gold adorns your clothes. Your gold and silver is polished by an army of tongues of bootlickers. Their saliva testifies to your greatness, you will eat the flesh of the finest beasts. You have and will continue to hoard wealth as is Good™ to do. Look! The wages you fail to pay the workers who built your empire are justified, they are just immigrants and liberals. The cries of the workers are of silent text on screens, read by the unimportant, the powerless. You have lived on earth in luxury and self-indulgence and will continue to do so. You have fattened yourself on another day of your joy. You have condemned and murdered the innocent one, who you’ve made to oppose one another, and laughed at their suffering. Good show.”

    -Me now:today