nothing will change
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yamamanamaJack explained the thing with the Facebook page: it was a delayed post and the peregrine falcon was alive when he posted it and it was a juvenile peregrine falcon, not a broad-winged hawk.
TJ was taking on Primrose's role.
Emily does these scream-squeals as a stress response and used Donald Trump as an example. At least there are many many delicious right wing tears. I'm sure nothing's going to happen to Donald Trump Jr and I know the poll in Australia is non-binding and I know that Blogger will never remove Vox Popoli no matter how many targeted harassment campaigns and racism he posts and I honestly think Roy Moore is going to win because apparently if there's a choice between a pedophile and someone to the left of Ion Antonescu, Republicans will vote for the pedophile, and something is going on in Zimbabwe and there's a non-zero chance that Robert and Grace Mugabe have been overthrown and there's a non-zero chance that Zimbabwe will become democratic as a result of this but then again, there's a non-zero chance that Ashley and I will have a conversation about how British newspapers are useful only for lining cages and wiping one's ass or about what's going on in Zimbabwe, not that she'd know. And I don't have to eat a rat.
As for Ashley, things are stable. Not better, and I'm still depressed whenever I'm around her but I don't think I'm making her any more uncomfortable than usual. There are things I want to tell her but I don't know if I should.
People like to talk about Hitler being rational compared to Pol Pot but I found out he targeted Esperanto speakers and some of the criteria for being Jewish in the Nazis eyes were "being named Sara."
On the other hand, Hitler had a (reprehensible) goal in mind when he killed people, while Michael isn't entirely sure what Pol Pot's ideology actually is. I said once that he has more in common with the survivalists on the Mad Genius Club blog than he does with the modern left. In fact, you kind of get the impression that their problems with Stalin or Pol Pot aren't the killings or the authoritarianism, it's the fact that they aren't capitalist kleptocrats.
Pol Pot was a Buddhist monk at one point in his life and I'm not surprised by this. After all, there are monks in Sri Lanka and Burma inciting hatreds and Jasenovac Concentration Camp was commanded by a friar.
Michael says it's easy to convince religious zealots, after all, none of the commandments say "thou shalt not commit genocide," and even "thou shalt not kill" is oft interpreted as "thou shalt not murder" and genocide is perfectly lawful killing until the government doing the genocide is overthrown.
Jacob almost threw up because he got a whiff of a goose's diarrhea smell.
Emily doesn't like the dank. It makes her eyeballs hurt. There are two meanings of dank, TJ says: awesome, or disagreeably damp and cold and dark.
She was cleaning up cracked corn for chickens. One time she spilt some and didn't bother cleaning it up and I don't know if that's what they were doing because I was showing some people around. Her boots had chickens on them. Okay, not really, they're more like clogs, which kind of defeats the purpose of waterproof boots in the first place.
When Liz and possibly Danielle, or maybe it was the other way around, were around last week, she said something about a blind fox.
There is yet another Emily.
burning question: you ain't thinking of getting rid of the dank, are you, Moe?
TJ was taking on Primrose's role.
Emily does these scream-squeals as a stress response and used Donald Trump as an example. At least there are many many delicious right wing tears. I'm sure nothing's going to happen to Donald Trump Jr and I know the poll in Australia is non-binding and I know that Blogger will never remove Vox Popoli no matter how many targeted harassment campaigns and racism he posts and I honestly think Roy Moore is going to win because apparently if there's a choice between a pedophile and someone to the left of Ion Antonescu, Republicans will vote for the pedophile, and something is going on in Zimbabwe and there's a non-zero chance that Robert and Grace Mugabe have been overthrown and there's a non-zero chance that Zimbabwe will become democratic as a result of this but then again, there's a non-zero chance that Ashley and I will have a conversation about how British newspapers are useful only for lining cages and wiping one's ass or about what's going on in Zimbabwe, not that she'd know. And I don't have to eat a rat.
As for Ashley, things are stable. Not better, and I'm still depressed whenever I'm around her but I don't think I'm making her any more uncomfortable than usual. There are things I want to tell her but I don't know if I should.
People like to talk about Hitler being rational compared to Pol Pot but I found out he targeted Esperanto speakers and some of the criteria for being Jewish in the Nazis eyes were "being named Sara."
On the other hand, Hitler had a (reprehensible) goal in mind when he killed people, while Michael isn't entirely sure what Pol Pot's ideology actually is. I said once that he has more in common with the survivalists on the Mad Genius Club blog than he does with the modern left. In fact, you kind of get the impression that their problems with Stalin or Pol Pot aren't the killings or the authoritarianism, it's the fact that they aren't capitalist kleptocrats.
Pol Pot was a Buddhist monk at one point in his life and I'm not surprised by this. After all, there are monks in Sri Lanka and Burma inciting hatreds and Jasenovac Concentration Camp was commanded by a friar.
Michael says it's easy to convince religious zealots, after all, none of the commandments say "thou shalt not commit genocide," and even "thou shalt not kill" is oft interpreted as "thou shalt not murder" and genocide is perfectly lawful killing until the government doing the genocide is overthrown.
Jacob almost threw up because he got a whiff of a goose's diarrhea smell.
Emily doesn't like the dank. It makes her eyeballs hurt. There are two meanings of dank, TJ says: awesome, or disagreeably damp and cold and dark.
She was cleaning up cracked corn for chickens. One time she spilt some and didn't bother cleaning it up and I don't know if that's what they were doing because I was showing some people around. Her boots had chickens on them. Okay, not really, they're more like clogs, which kind of defeats the purpose of waterproof boots in the first place.
When Liz and possibly Danielle, or maybe it was the other way around, were around last week, she said something about a blind fox.
There is yet another Emily.
burning question: you ain't thinking of getting rid of the dank, are you, Moe?
