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Scene open, interior view of what appears to be a 90s basement, hardly visible beneath an ever present glow.

Tesseract guy in wizard robes, pondering an orb that flashes out images of random hapless Lemmings following the Nicole rabbit hole to its conclusion to their horror, gathering his indignation for the lawlessness of these federated lands from within the confines of his home made of the pure golden light of his righteousness.

Camera pan zoom out, reveals that the home is within a light bulb. A moth divides itself by zero as the light winks out but there are no tankies to hear it, screeches someone cosplaying as a tankie.

Femcelmemes posts a meme simultaneously crying for help and roasting everyone involved that is so lit that Fediversal peace is achieved, until the next time a leftist is technically incorrect, or worse, correct.

Why do I think? The same reason every other issue that is not at all divisive in the face of decency is currently an emotional game of feelings over reality: It’s the easiest form of divide and conquer to effect the manipulation over the largest amount of people, which also provides the required length of cognitive dissonance to meet whatever selfish goal the pricks are using it for with very little upkeep after priming.

The rest of the pieces to make it stick are repeated ad nauseam on Lemmy by many comrades, many whom I would say I vehemently disagree on further finer points, but that’s the crux of it.

Capitalism is not human, and it does not lend itself to engendering human responses to human problems.

It’s not weird at all, and doesn’t even require conspiracy. Social clubs, sports clubs, religious sites, and schools.

The way the craven privileged bond and form their cliques, and how easy they are to influence during their early stages of teenage “I know everything”, spoiled rich brat version, are neither imaginative nor mysterious.

No matter how badly the chuds try to give their group chats cool names, they’re always either impressionable fucks trying to outrun daddy’s legacy to make their own, or already compromised by generational favor debts.

The most insulting part of Israel’s puppet up the ass of the world’s wealthy white men, is how fucking embarrassingly easy it was to size the fit.

You gotta get artistic with it. A couple of pintos as patsies on the soapy tiddies, a garbanzo for Dean’s head, a couple of red kidney’s wearing jeans, etc.

You got this.

Alas. It is not, sadly, relatively easy. At least, not the legal and certain way I would need for my (non-race sharing) family too. I can’t just go “visit” one of a handful of acquaintances I know in the country, and overstay a tourism visa to later hope an asylum claim lands.

A few years ago and if I were $250,000 USD richer than I am, and it indeed would have been trivial to obtain Spanish citizenship.

Now all I got left to hope is the fact that history’s closest turnover of the varied oppressed tapestry that genetically makes me up marks me as Puerto Rican/Mestizo/Other.

Spain was forced to give up their claims on their former colony, whose people still can be disenfranchised with a mere pen stroke because only a ‘law’ grants me my US citizenship, not something as lofty as a “constitutional amendment”.

You have arrived at the first of many questions for which the answers have been deliberately withheld.

The number for the rising tide to raise all ships is far far smaller than the current expenditures, but that wouldn’t deify the sociopathic strata that fled the Mandates of Heaven to grant us the bountless fruits of Capitalism.

There have been numerous studies, but this is not a question of math, it is one of will.

I’m making a deal with Blahaj. Once I get the power to escape, you’re all going to rue the day!

but it makes both the star wars, and star treck nerds mad.

Indeed.

Considering I’m in the US…yeah. In a heartbeat.

Half hoping Spain gets woke enough to offer asylum to the descendants of their colonizing days, honestly. I got two different flavors to pick from and I can lisp my ‘vosotros’ like a champ.

My bet, is that his was Miller’s “as a black woman…” puppeteering to take heat off the admin he’s now way more visible in than he prepped for, and it failed spectacularly because even hatred doesn’t get the jello brain in chief to stay on track anymore.

Have you ever heard of selfish altruism?

There are so so so many of these seniors. They made so many of 'em back in the day, the birth chart boomed with goddamn babies!

It is in the best interest of everyone in society south of 55 years old, that the 65+ year olds are taken care of by the State’s (if we must have a State, I guess…) social nets, and that they are robust.

Not just because time comes for us all, but because the rest of the system’s bullshit would prevent communities from caring for their own seniors without the younger members going destitute and burnt out on their now third job.

It comes back. Mostly.

I’m only aware of one of these items being an actual thing posted online in incel circles…and it ain’t waking up at 1AM, animal abuse, or physically impossible…🤢

I don’t think you’re giving dirty Ben his due. He wouldn’t simp. He’d be OF’s most prolific collab talent in the Mature category, no question.

You take all of that fact. You keep it in awareness. You do and take the preparations you can, so that at least the fruits of a grim and dimmed today, have a chance to see you through the bloody tomorrow.

But before you sleep, there is still a little sliver of now. A tiny kernel of “It is now, and I am”. That is where the whimsy goes. That is where you still do the things that make you, you. Even that thing that used to be the thing but you haven’t felt like much lately.

In about 3 days, I will have to face the song and dance of one of Capitalism’s favorite assaults on the worker. If lucky, and the legal system’s own loopholes serve the defendant worker instead of the plaintiff landlord, my family gets to stay out of the cold for at least another 30 days while preparing to counter, opening a lengthy process where righteous innocence must survive legal apathy and economic fuck-you-poors long enough to even have a chance to get justice and a fraction of my damages restored.

I’m still taking the early morning to mod a 30 year old game to run a VR mod on an EOL headset, a process that will almost certainly frustrate me and give me a literal headache, and also nourish my soul because it is an action for me, and it is my self-determination that says the battles must pause, not circumstance.

The little things don’t matter less in the face of great need, but more.

I don’t know if you’re spreading needed awareness of the lengths and conviction required, or if you’re fear mongering.

Your own link goes over why that approach is full of failings that prevent it from being an effective blanket control tool. A hardware backdoor is not the end all, be all. There’s mitigation and even effective action possible to ensure usability even on a device known to be compromised.

Then there’s the powered off Bluetooth beacons thing. Yes, trying to start the revolution with comms infrastructure reliant on off the shelf capitalist bounty is moronic, and it’s doubly so to attempt to operate it in an improper manner.

That does not make the enemy any more overwhelmingly strong than it makes the hypothetical freedom fighter overwhelmingly weak.

Here’s an easy protip for both concerns by the way: Get in on the old tech renaissance and get good at Tony Starking up your specific scraps up to a minimum level of interface capability with a modern stack that ain’t up yet but will. That will be the surface that the nerd brigades will need those who can connect to it on, to push back.

They can’t supply chain attack backwards through time, there’s too many garage sales to infiltrate and an early 00s flip-phone Frankensteined onto a cyber deck made of solder, glue, and spite doesn’t BT Beacon Snitch.

I’ve only smoked it out of one kind of apple, red delicious. But now… Honey Crisp carved artisan piece, paired with the finest pine apple express, and a glass of fresh pressed and infused cider? Could even mix and match the strains and varieties on the cider. And the desserts!

Everything needed, sold just a couple of stands down, in a legal state. I am going to change this farmer’s market forever.

None of the advice GenX, Millenials, or Boomers could give doesn’t apply to the world these young people are trying to survive in.

The tough pill to swallow is that no generation alive today has any advice worth a damn for the times, as far as the civil contract goes. The last generation that did have any salient points to share already passed, and even if more of their teachings had stuck, they would still have been incomplete for the velocity of the modern world.

It is time for new solutions by all participant age cohorts, not a rehashing of incompatible nostalgia markers to keep fueling distractions.

Eat a billionaire.

Don’t.

You remember how the waterpik floss attachment head had a little warning to never use past intensity setting ‘1’ taped around it that the other attachments didn’t?

Your face pores would have even less protection as the entries aren’t curved like where the teeth and gum line meet.

Hydraulic pressure injuries are not a fun way for physics and biology to interact, even when it’s just water.

Hold the fucking orchard.

There’s variability to doing drugs off different apple varieties? Damn, it should have been glaringly obvious, in retrospect. I’m gonna be asking a whole new set of questions at the next farmer’s market.