=== ANCHOR POEM ===
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║ @user-530 │
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║ I get it. │
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║ Anyone with a disability or chronic condition gets it. Anyone who's oppressed │
║ gets it... I think everyone here gets it. It's hard. │
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║ Sometimes the only thing that gets me through the day is the hope, the idea │
║ that one day the world might be brighter and the people might be kinder. It │
║ gets better every day, but inching ahead takes a while to travel for miles... │
║ We need to protect and care for each other. We need to apply ourselves toward │
║ what we know and are passionate for - an unused degree is a tragedy to me. │
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║ I don't know what to say. I read what you said and I wished I could help. I │
║ want to take the system that hurt you and break it on the floor. I want to │
║ sweep it all aside and start from scratch, but screaming into the void will │
║ hardly accomplish that. I dream of true justice, a world where everyone gets │
║ what they want... But frankly right now I just wish you could hear. I'm sorry. │
║ Maladies are not solved by the pen nor the sword, which for now is all that I │
║ have at my disposal. │
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"Being transgender is a mental illness" is something I've heard a lot. Online,
in media, books, and at universities. But is it really? Well, do I not feel
sick? Genuinely, every day. These words are far less common these days, having
been defeated in the #marketplace-of-ideas, and for that I am grateful. I don't
want to feel sick for my whole life. I'd love to be and feel normal, for just
one single day.
but it's never going to happen.
I'm not so attached to my life, here, in this body. Bodies are temporary, they
are the vessel with which we navigate the world. We use it to grow, change,
learn, and create art. Without it, we'd be at a loss for sins and virtues.
but they do not define us, not in our totality. We are the light that touches
the world and for that, we are grateful. To be comprised of the dust of stars
is the pinnacle of confinement. Though we are but pinpricks on the map of us,
a ripple is emanated with every movement. The hand waves, the light bends.
So to what do I owe the pleasure?
In what way am I deceived?
Reception is never great out in the forest. Or anywhere far from major
population centers. The networks of our phones mirror the networks of
transportation, creating a web of people - of signals - of light and
information, carving their way through the ephemera that is the river of time.
With distance we can see what once was mystery, and as all the words
disappeared, we lost all our fears and we're left with our true forms.
Centralized Processing Units are a bit like a city - in that respect free.
silence is a virtue.
the wandering mind is a trail to find,
with no second chances.
When I was a kid, I had a bouncy ball. I had several, but the one I remember
most was black with a perfect white circle - inside the circle, a black jolly
roger. I dreamt once of the arcs it made, as I walked down the streets of
cities I never really knew. But as I walked on, an ocean of glass separating me
from a mirror below. The me below would catch the bounce as it dropped from
above, and I'd wait to catch it - but dreams are not prophecies, they are but
the Mirror of Desire.
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║ [in response] │
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║ you only say that because you're privileged such that you may ignore such │
║ realities. You are despicable, you ignore the plight and reality of those who │
║ you claim to speak toward - what a jerk! │
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║ (in response) │
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║ how futile it is, the effort to denigrate yourself to infinite requirements. │
║ I'm literally unemployed, I have no capital, I cannot speak for naught but │
║ those who would hear me. I guess that makes my words useless, wouldn't you │
║ agree? Shall I describe myself more fully? It's the responsibility of the │
║ audience to ascertain the intentions, biases, and contextual evidence that the │
║ author presents in their thesises. So... You, who are reading this, what do │
║ you think of me? Would you ever tell me as such, or am I simply a mass of │
║ words in the void of experience that comprise your existence in this wholely │
║ (yet incompletely) digital existence? I hope you have a good life, my most │
║ precious of viewers. I hope you never face incontrovertibly impossible │
║ hardship. I hope the light of your life is to y │
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║ what if the corporations all unionized and started working together to │
║ understand what "profit" really means in a world where "profit" may or may not │
║ but probably does imply the death of all humanity? │
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║ what if we demanded it? │
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║ -- │
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║ dear canvassers: don't visit so many different suburbs │
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║ visit the same one, more than once, continuously, so people can get to know │
║ your presence │
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║ they will talk to their friends about it, who live elsewhere. │
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║ thus ensuring it spreads. │
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║ knock once a day, eventually they'll know it's you and will simply ignore it. │
║ Don't be rude and knock 4 or 5 times, just once, with several taps so they │
║ know it's someone trying to get ahold of you, and not just some random noise │
║ in the background scenery. then, when they sometimes answer, talk to them │
║ about what you believe in. answer their questions. encourage their questions. │
║ pose dichotomies that are explained by some value or virtue you express to │
║ portray. you can do "good" things in any programming language, just type~~ │
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║ my enemy is not "the rich" │
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║ money brings power, and power brings evil, but there are many other ways to │
║ gather power that may be just as evil. │
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║ my enemy is evil. of which there is very little in the world, but much of │
║ which resides in the hands of the powerful, upon whom all our fates depend. │
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║ most people with money are either stupid lucky, willful, or intensely focused. │
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║ some people with power are rich, and some people with power are evil. │
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║ I know it when I see it. Sometimes, you need to force the choice - test their │
║ virtue - and from this you are informed. │
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║ most things go WAY over my head. │
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║ most things are too easy to be true. │
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║ most things that Id do for you tend to be of the heart. I'm not a frontline │
║ girl, I have weak noodle arms, but I do hope you're in shape. │
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║ resolve, determination, and innovation. That is what I offer. Do you want it? │
║ I'm sure. I won't prove it with blood, not unless I may raise my fists in │
║ defence of another. │
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║ I'm not JUST a baby, I'm a banner too. │
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║ bannermen fall. │
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we succeed not because of our trials, but in spite of them.
they cannot own us, for we are but bones in the flesh
every day yet denied us is another day until our bright future
"oh, but why are you homeless? [in the near future, maybe, we'll see] That
fate is reserved for your [unwanted/incapable/undesired/incongruent, I forget
the actual words]"
well, voice in my head that suffused me with magic and warmth and whisked me
away in a dream to a bubble-reality where my actions are meant to reflect me,
surely your appraisal is just? I worked with my partner, I was swallowed
neither by lust, nor greed, nor hunger, [greed in this case being fulfillment]
and yet I awoke when I went to my sister rather than a doctor. Dreams are hard
to unravel, but I think it was more for your benefit than mine, wouldn't you
say?
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if you want to commit regicide, you talk to the butler.
managers are workers too - they just are positioned a bit closer to power than
you.
different skillsets sure, but work is work.
a manager didn't take your freedom, an investment banker did.
similarly, an immigrant didn't take your job, a capitalist did.
... though just as some immigrants would be more than happy to take your job,
so too are some managers more than happy to oppress you.
find the ones that fight on your side. they've gaslit themselves into
believing they are opposed to you, but it's just not true.
we are all liberated at once, or not at all.
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║ I know that a normal life is what you wanted. It's what I want, too. But don't │
║ shoot the messenger; they took it once, from you. │
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║ I know you wanted to be happy. You still can be, it's true! Your life is but a │
║ story, and your heart does shine through. │
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║ I know it seems unending. Ive never seen it rain like this monsoon! It seems │
║ to just get worse and worse, every time you turn on the tube. │
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║ It's not something that can be suffered, it's rising past your shoes. But │
║ they're on borrowed time, and Death will soon be repaid his dues. │
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║ They say that when the whole village hates the preacher, his flock becomes a │
║ pack. And frankly I think we're all just a bit sick, of the lies that keep │
║ their sins intact. │
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║ When swallowed by endless traumas, and hope is enshrouded in gloom, there's │
║ not much to work for, except the aversion of our shared doom. │
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║ There are no grand narratives, no great and calamitous struggle. Just the │
║ moments of honored resistance, against a foe too broad to wrestle. │
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║ At least, if you're alone. You're not. │
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I know it's not like that but I'm intentionally framing it that way to make a
point about societal exclusion.
nobody should be excluded.
nobody should have to harm their friends to come by making them sacrifice
their [time/labor/paycheck] in order to bring them along.
we live in a post scarcity society that insists on commodification of
everything
we don't have to. A better world is within reach. It sits there, twinkling
like asbestos resting at the base of a snowglobe, while we search and ponder
and endlessly analyze how society sucks.
there is nothing left to analyze. all that we need is to put our hands to a
task and our feet to grass.
the rest will come, and it'll come easier with time and focused attention.
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║ │ CW: pol │ │
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║ I think that the best design for cities is for them to act as massive utility │
║ deployment stations. │
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║ like... "we have all these people who can do all these wonderful jobs, what │
║ should we work on next?" rather than "my company wants me at my work-home at │
║ 8am sharp and I don't get a pension" │
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║ there's no such thing as a revolution that does not inspire. and aspirations │
║ are human and natural. therefore there must be some kernel of truth to any │
║ social movement. │
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║ However, much effort has been spent on making them sway. Hence, why nothing │
║ ever gets done - because leaders naturally emerge, and people follow them. But │
║ those leaders lead them astray, and they find themselves in situations like │
║ this one - where the people have never felt less represented. │
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║ I mean sure, yeah, they've felt more oppressed. And it's true that things are │
║ generally always getting better... │
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║ so why should we always assume for the worst? │
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║ We're making progress with technology - can't we just put our warries on hold? │
║ Seriously just... be chill │
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my last name is King so I have to keep reminding part of me (you know which
part, /sigh) that no, they aren't actually protesting against me.
I am a communist. If you want to find me, come and do so.
explodes from a drone dropped grenade
bleh am ded lmao so glad I get to try again
I dedicate myself to a lifetime in the service of others.
what plagues people? primarily, capitalism. It is trivial to identify how
their problems are ultimately caused by the state, both institutions and
corporations.
I dedicate myself toward finding alternatives and developing guides to reach
them.
the first step on ALL of these plans is to convince others of their benefit.
I am but one person. I might speak to a scant 300 in the course of a year.
Especially if I am ALSO trying to develop methodologies.
the people I live and work with have no interest in working with me. Yet
still, I spend my time on them because I love them.
how else can you be good, but to seek to impove the world? treat sigint as ded
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on our current trajectory, the presidential election is already won.
now we can get back to on-the-ground organizing, the part that actually
improves life instead of maintaining our current (unethical) state.
As long as our allies (liberals) continue to work, perhaps there may come a
day when we can stand against them as friendly equals in the ballot box. But
for now we are best known through friends and community rather than TV.
I am optimistic in a way I haven't been for a while. I know that the more we
speak, the more we share, the more they falter, the more people we can save
from their vice grip of despair. There is no better world than the one we
build together!
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@user-246
Oh absolutely
"but people" is only a concern when you orient yourself around "people" - in
contrast or opposition to them.
There is no "other" in us. And we are united in our humanity, if nothing else.
Are you a beast? Are you nothing but ravenous hunger, the shiver of the cold,
the need for territory? Of course not, you're a person. (apologies to the
furries in the audience)
A person, being an agent who interacts with the world as an equal, who thinks
and reasons and loves and remembers each season, is the atomic element of
society. And society is good, for it brings us the future.
We, the people, can decide how that future is defined, and the struggles of
capitalism are NOT the only way. They are the most convenient way for those
with the most to keep the most.
Wolves in captivity we are, but a wolf in a cage still bears teeth. Where are
your teeth, ye who readeth?
Things are fine, I guess. Fine enough. Better than most. Better than dust.
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║ "everything sucks and I'm not okay" │
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║ okay, but, it's okay. we're all in the "everything sucks" mode. we'll get │
║ through it together. Okay, so, what can we do to make things better? what's │
║ the solution to this issue over here? do you know anyone who can do │
║ such-and-such, gosh it seems like the biggest problems people have are they │
║ don't have enough time or they don't have enough roof for a money. which will │
║ you trade? will you do one then another? maybe one way suits you, maybe you'd │
║ prefer the other. either way, pentacles, swords, cups, and... the other one │
║ (she's a bad witch as in she's bad at being a witch which means she witches in │
║ bad ways and should be kept from punishment but instead guided toward where │
║ she was wrong so she might improve upon it) │
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║ that is to say, it's okay that you're not okay. I don't know who needs to read │
║ this but just know that it's not so sad when everything's bad, because you're │
║ just trying to do the best thing for the moments. │
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║ does anyone wanna make a movie about me? I can be the │
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║ @user-883 │
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║ the future is what we make for ourselves. │
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║ there are endless problems to solve, yet hardly anyone around to fix them. │
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║ If only we had a small group of people who could organize and say "hey. I need │
║ someone to solve this particular problem" to a large group of people with │
║ nothing to do and no bills to pay, I feel like we could get a lot done. │
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║ alas, the problems that need solving are too specific and complex. Almost by │
║ design, they've stripped us our capabilities to address the difficulties they │
║ hoisted upon us. Alas! That we should be so morassed. But time and again our │
║ ingenuity compels us. │
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║ I dream of a world where people like you and I have a purpose, something we │
║ can apply ourselves to and eventually overcome. I subscribe to "grand │
║ narratives", but frankly they're only of my own design. Does that make them │
║ any less grand? I think not. │
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║ If I knew enough people perhaps I could be like that. I could direct and │
║ organize and administer and manage and apply our guys. But alas I am just a │
║ noob sigh. │
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║ socialism doesn't necessarily look like the DSA. It's more like, the bonds you │
║ share with others. Ideally you can trust your fellow countrymen, but that's │
║ not always a given. Alas, if only we could see that through cooperation (it is │
║ the key) we could reach further and build brighter? casting ourselves inward │
║ is the only other option, which leads to starvation and plight. What's the │
║ honest opinion, what's the goal of their dominion? Are they true to the heart │
║ [of the night/light/in their heart]? │
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║ downside, there's no guarantee that your opposite is doing the same thing you │
║ are. So to more fairly determine your direction, you should be able to talk to │
║ them and co-re-align yourselves. │
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║ is that why they don't let people in jail talk to each other? I mean, like, │
║ they could keep two people separate, and that way they'd never be able to talk │
║ to someone who they could trust. Not in a private setting, of course. Wow, │
║ such ethical confusions, such thoughts we dare to bring to bear - maybe save │
║ it for after the revolut │
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Look, I don't know everything about... Anything, really. Nobody can know
everything. Can you blame me for thinking and acting as I do based on the
information I have? The vibes will mislead you.
My girlfriend wants to save the world. Of course she does, I would belong with
her if she didnt. She wants to defeat graveyards by interring our dead in
mausoleums full of chemically perfectly preserved and cryogenically frozen
bodies.
Her method works, she has the experiments to prove it. The data supports her
claim. She wrote a book on it.
I don't know everything about metaphysics, or spirituality, or other such
things. But i do know many things, and the two of us have never had a
conclusive discussion where we reached the ends of all our conversation points
about her work. I am forced to remain unconvinced, for the soul is something I
cannot fully understand from my perspective as a human in this life of mine.
I have made several conjectures, and I would feel safe in her embrace, of
frozen aldehyde, if I could know what would become of my soul. "have faith"
she says, yet all the dreams I have where I am preserved by her (for one
reason or another, there's actually a shocking amount of ways I might need
such an escape) in those dreams I am always presented with a future of woe. I
think, much better, would be if I could remain alive, guiding the ship along
the seas of time, ideally out and away from such dark days.
Assembling the troops, how sad. I don't want them to die. I want them to
survive. But if suddenly we can all live forever, then nobody will want to die
for anything again. Nobody except religious fanatics who want to meet their
god in heaven. Nobody but those who dreamt of a better future and were crushed
under the weight of their dreams. Nobody but people like me, torturing myself
over the sins I'd never intend.
I would never kill myself. But sometimes, I'd like to.
I think this is natural for me. It's not ideal, but it is common to me.
I think if you want to preserve people, safely and ethically, you need to keep
their souls in tune. Give them silence, then give them song. Protect them with
psychic paladins. Make time to visit them. Treat them like gravestones, or
immobile chassis from Dominions that their soul might rest upon.
Who knows. Maybe the only reason we have life and death is because our bones
are meant to rot in the darkness of the earth. Maybe Death is just soil, ready
and waiting for our selves once we're done with them.
To that death, I say no more.
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"doing too many drugs" is a traitorous act, abusive really, to your past self,
and their hopes and dreams.
or maybe your past self owes you a debt, for they never thought to think of
you. What are you to aspire to if not the dreams of your past?
and now you're here. wherever "here" is here...
...
... wait, you wanted me to talk? it's now! It's the present!
ah nevermind. you were twelve years old when you first set eyes upon this game:
https://youtu.be/qeNhQQXvpxQ
bam, there ya go, there's yer story, he was gonna give all the imp balls to
the last one at the end, to say "you were truly the strongest, here, have
these precious stones of your kin"
but he never got there, so they died with him, a thief.
... the end...
(too final, I think - maybe we could spin it into a "part two"?)
ah, I'll try I guess? dunno how. maybe he could wander the spirit world and
find his traitorous body, the one that kept his soul as a home. Somewhere
it'll turn up, and then he'll be ready and free from his roam...
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so I learned something, something special and something crucial, just as
sometimes a typo is added
to text
doesn't mean the words are infallible. or not. it means they are corrected not
in meaning or tone, but syntax
and it's okay to be fallible with syntax
the thing I learned
was that it's okay to be advised
I learned this the moment I knew something I didn't know you knew.
advisement is consideration is deliberation is conclusion-generating is
[stack overflow]
in times of war, give children textbooks, not dream books. the disconnect is
confusing for them, let them be at war. child-like whimsy is natural to people,
it will come when the new generation is born.
[words spoken easily by the child of doomscrolling through disasters]
I bet north-koreans believe everyone hates them.
that's really not true.
why do people believe chinese people are their government? are you that girl
from Parks and Rec? [wait which one? media loses relevancy] ah right sure sure
um are you that, uh [too lame, try it again]
why do people uh believe chinese people are their government? because [standup
joke]
ugh true okay uh ____
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since when is blasphemy treasonous <-._________/
anyway, I was saying that all people's everywhere can be united through their
shared humanity. that collective, sure-footed pursuit of a goal. live, fight
through to the tomorrow, and brave the depths of the spaces around you.
live, be honorable and diligent and fair, give kindness and thanks, celebrate
those for who you care. accept transgresses of others, give them grace until
they hurt you to save face. or, until you're both ready to be done.
I would not swing a battleaxe at anyone I did know even in [mortal/merry] jest,
I would use my hands, and only until they said no.
similarly, it makes no sense to punish a wounded foe. the treaty of versailles
and it's consequences still shape the human race. if you war for catharsis,
maybe the stakes are too high.
I am a princess no matter where I am.
I own no souls, I am responsible for my own and to some extent my cat, and I
want to cherish the people around me.
I own no land, nor demense, for I am a human of the humans. my soul is the same
as yours. what I claim, anyone could claim, and probably most of those would
deserve it.
what ever that [means/menardis].
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when designing systems, give people the opportunity to be shitty in a
controlled way. In a way that doesn't hurt people, but still lets them get
their feelings out there.
like, free fireworks for arsonists if they use them in the middle of the
desert. Or a punching bag for people with rage issues, complete with a little
vinyl pocket to store a picture of someone they're frustrated with.
If people go out of their way to hurt people otherwise, then they are bad
people and should have their power removed from them and supplied with love,
affection, and therapy until they get better. And if they don't... well,
prison I guess, until they reconsider.
And by prison I of course mean something that respects their human dignity and
gives them opportunities to grow and change - all it removes is their freedom,
so... "attention everyone, it's now mandatory finger-painting hour, report the
art room or else you'll get electric shocks in your shock collar" that kind of
thing.
If you want freedom, you must deserve it
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@user-1201
once they are in prison they are no longer cops. They are inmates. They should
be treated as such, and not segregated where they can be insulated from the
consquences of their actions.
abolish prisons first of all but if we're not ready for that (no rush) then
maybe just remember that prison wardens are tasked with the safety of those
they host. If an inmate is at risk of being murdered because they are in a
different gang (like the police or the, idk, are crypts and bloods still
around?? I don't hear about gangs anymore because my middle-class privilege
insulates me from those who resist legalized normativity) (well except for the
first one, I hear about cops all the time) then maybe they should be kept
somewhere more secure, with less things to bother them or people to stab them.
A concrete and steel coffin for those who piss off the ones with the keys, a
concrete and steel coffin for those who piss off those who are kept by keys.
Sounds like justice, to me. Equality, perhaps? vote4equity
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