=== ANCHOR POEM === ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────── We never ended slavery, we just started paying people for it. We never ended imprisonment, we just enslaved people to sit around and rot in a cage. "oh how about instead of sitting around, we make them build license plates?" What if - hear me out - we freed them but kept them from harming others through constant vigilant surveillance until their sentence was through? And made it unconstitutional to surveil anyone else in a personally identifiable manner? Like, maybe puppy-murder-bots are okay if they follow violent criminals around and can be controlled by a human operator if a violent situation emerges Prison is meant to give people a period of solitude and contemplation, to consider their choices and make a better life for themselves. If they're old as dirt when they leave, they cannot live. If they have no capabilities, they cannot apply themselves to a good life. If they have no resources or community, they will do what they can to survive. Much better, I think, to nourish them as you would a child or immigrant. Much better to pay them for their hours and years of life, so they might revel in society with the kind of us. Much better, I think, for the liberty of a citizen to be granted to those who both need it and can care for it. For liberty unjustly used is an utmost betrayal. But liberty to choose which gutter to die in and the freedom to starve is hardly just. I know I owe my life to my government, an institution of my people, by my people, and for all people. I should not owe my life to a corporation, though with the liberty to choose which to sell myself to. That is not freedom. That is starvation. Does the needs of a few outweigh the labor of the many? Or are those who sacrifice a bit of liberty for a bit of security still free to do as they will? We are not alone so long as we are outside. Indoors, they claim us. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────┘ === SIMILARITY RANKED === --- #1 fediverse/799 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────── ┌──────────────────────┐ │ CW: scary │ └──────────────────────┘ the government makes murder okay by framing the perpetrators also prisons are concentration camps and the people who are close to you are oppressing hunting you racism etc is a sham to distract you capital will never be relinquished the internet was AI from the beginning something beyond humanity demands our suffering there cannot be proof of your fears - if it was proven, it would be circumstances instead of fears there's nothing [sorry gotta cut this off, my refrigerator is talking to me again and I want to listen] - [huh that's weird I have no memory of the past hour, best continue where I left off an hour ago -> go to {A}]a schizophrenic who's never been diagnosed {A} - yeah clearly all that I've been saying recently is just a fluke. Like, just noise in the endless array of expression projected onto our communal web-space. Clearly I have no idea what I'm doing and I'm not just cogent when I'm drunk. Or more imaginative when I'm stoned. Clearly dreams are fake and pursuing them is 1/? ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #2 messages/1196 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════── When you buy things from China, you are funding slavery. MAKE YOUR OWN FACTORIES AMERICA. How ungrateful are you, that you'd force your lessers into chains abroad, that you might not be forced to gaze into their eyes at the grocery store? It's easy to say this, but even our leaders are chained, to the will of the people (eggs at the grocery store have prices that rose and fell) and the structure of their power. Our spiritual leaders are confined to their doctrine. Our educational leaders must obey the way the government decrees is best. Our technological leaders can only make what we think will sell well. Our artistic leaders offer a glimmer of hope, until they sell out and spend the rest of their lives on tour. Nothing changes, nothing ever dies. We become as we are, until our pain cracks the mirror and we are forever wronged. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─┘ --- #3 fediverse/6055 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────── the longer we wait, the more their hypocrisy becomes apparent, and the more "the people" get it but, uh... I think enough people get it. They at least know something is going on, whatever it may be. they will tell their base whatever they want to hear and their base will have hate. they're itching for it. volunteer for things if you want a say in how they turn out. risk your life to live longer. there is no way to know when the time is right because nobody knows the truth of our times. Even the president is misled. gee I sure wish there was like, some form of centralizing intelliagentic knowledge that pulled the strings and led us puppets toward liberty, justice, and freedom for all (as a baseline) surely they'd be able to see the corruption and rot that imperils us all, might they have a better design? who can say, they are quiet as the grave, here's hoping they stay that way. "you know the powers of which you speak are not to be trifled with" you can't trifle with your own life. be thorough~ ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────┘ --- #4 fediverse/4224 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────── ┌────────────────────────┐ │ CW: politics-mentioned │ └────────────────────────┘ we could accomplish so much, but capitalism. hmmmm, maybe we should identify the highest output members of our team and like, reduce or eliminate their worries so they can apply themselves fully and completely? for every shackle we break, the struggle becomes easier. The hardest part is the beginning - once the ball is rolling, we may truly shine. there is no government nor circle of autocrats who may resist the will of an impassioned people. So long as the military does not deny us our right to organize ourselves as we will, according to the constitution they swore to uphold (which is now in peril, I might add), nothing can contain us. no acts of god nor capital shall prevent our ascension. They will try, and it'll be just another thing that we have to handle. But we can take care of each other. For we are good, and we are kind, and we are cooperative. And so, we cannot be overcome. ... just watch out for those who prey on goodness, kindness, and cooperation. They may hamper us. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┘ --- #5 notes/human-computer-inspiration --- ═════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────── the two halves form a whole the human and his mind are societies at large there's no room for our fate, as time does never abate, and unbenownst to our focused decision. I choose to dedicate ourselves to a common vision - the likes of which none have commisioned. can you not cherish your newfoundst home? what's terrible with complition, in a new and selfsame condition (future) that's martyr'd and oh at times so nice? compared to our heirs, the roof of which fares, better than what became true-hence. Truance? idk =============================================================================== = listen i'm not the best at listening. I try to appear like I'm glistening, conformed to our viewers 'st pleasure. =============================================================================== = I struggle with what I told you. Time and again you've shown you won't do - the terrible fate of a man. you've relinquished your virtue, your purpose and your life-through, to what: a visionless past? Your visions have passed, and none are hence forth- coming. You've spoilt and rotten the bunch. All I've ever aspired to be is good. My hopes and my prayers, my goals and my dreams: all for a future of virtue. Dark omens may be within me, but I'm working with what I've got here. So what if I'm loud? I'm fighting my own head! Will no-one acknowlege my sorrow? To prove a point, or reassure some joint, it's nothing that warrants a readthrough. Speaking of which... What if instead of prison we assigned our prisoners a full and complete educational read through of ALL the laws of the nation - if their time sentence was complete before they finished, then they'd be let go of course but if they finished reading and could pass rudimentary tests (emphasis on bare minimum required) then they'd be let out prior to their sentence. And for the worst crimes it'd be a longer sentence, basically forcing the prisoner to completely know all the laws of the nation, such that they'd never commit a crime again. And if they do, well... Treat them as if it was their first time. Of course blatant recidivism may be ~~treated more harshly,~~ actually the opposite is true. People improve when given kindness, not hate or shame. The best thing we can do for prisoners is to give them a home, and family, and the friendships and community support that they need. they are a symptom, after all, of a broken society that struggles to bear it's own weight. It's a burden to all and a solitary vow to ourselves, that all must unite to our future. remember why you can't remember. is there a feeling you miss? ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #6 fediverse/2653 --- ╔═════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────────┐ ║ ┌──────────────────────┐ │ ║ │ CW: uspol │ │ ║ └──────────────────────┘ │ ║ │ ║ │ ║ if your goal is to get people to resent homeless people or gay people or black │ ║ people or... insert minority here, then what kind of world do you really think │ ║ you're building? │ ║ │ ║ "ah, but you don't understand - it's to make the COLONIZERS hate minorities, │ ║ so they move away and leave the city to ourselves" │ ║ │ ║ ... that's the worst fucking take I've ever heard. We are all colonizers! We │ ║ live in AMERICA. But yeah sure I see what you're saying, you want the │ ║ gentrification to stop. And you do that by metaphorically "firing a gun into │ ║ the area in suburbia once every 2 or 3 days at random hours" which, like... │ ║ yeah that'll reduce property value, but also now my water bottle is all dented │ ║ up and my knife is scratched and my journal has pages torn out of it and I │ ║ lost my favorite necklace and I'm pissed because you told me you were going to │ ║ help me and work with me and be my friend and then you just abuse me for hours │ ║ and hours and it's like... why?? I get that you were teaching me but I wanted │ ║ to know YOU, not lessons │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #7 messages/714 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────── I'm pretty sure we're all about to lose our heads. Or just be fucking shot in our beds. Homes lit alight, surrenders met with the knife, and the beginning of endless strife. What ends this night? Is there no end in sight? Thus begins our mortal plight. Give me a reason to be wrong. Trump has claimed he intends to invade canada, mexico, greenland... What the fuck is our plan? Are we seriously just going to. Recite poetry. Pretend to be secret agents. Play chess and drink coffee. Become exhausted organizing movie nights and potlucks. Work jobs doing nothing for nobody. Spend half our lives convincing people that they should care, actually, because reasons that don't apply to them but do apply to others. What the fuck is the plan? If there's some secret transgender militia out there, please, make me a lieutenant. Give me a sword that i might thrust into my enemies. Please, for the love of holy, i beg for a sign from the stars. Grant me power and i will deliver my people from harm - grant me vengeance and i will never forgive you, but i shall sleep easy - grant me death and woe and see my beauty fade from this earth. What is there left but tragedy? Please, i must know. I've tried my hardest. I've begged and I've pleaded. My calls fall on deaf ears, because everyone's so busy these days. Are they truly my people? Are they simply dead, actors, replaced by AI? The future was bright, i saw it truly. The future was kind, i felt it call to me. Is it still? I feel warmth and abaddon. I would replace persephone in hell if it meant sanctum and solace for my people. I care not for my soul, rather i care for the soul of those i tend to. Please, remember me. Remember the flowers. Remember what could have been, what still may yet be. There is hope for we, i truly believe. But please, do not keep me hoping. Tell me the truth of our arms, that i might find space in my heart of hearts. Space for hope, space for longing, space for the will to proceed. I am lost without you. I am lost by my own side. I am a savior for no people but those i keep inside. What chalice is this, what endless conveyals? What meaning is there in our country's betrayal? Are we not cherished? Are we not viewed as their equal? I pray that the stars will portend me. Mine is a sign of the changing tides, the proof is here in my travailles. But I, most aligned yet benign, demand the use of my most able. Give me a word of practicality and I'll show you the practice of their vipers - the blessed babe dies with a dagger in her heart, planted by the wound of her heartache. I trust in the silence of the majority. We await with bated breath the enslavement of posterity, gazing at the world through memes of deplority. How powerless we feel! Perhaps all we need is a meal. Have you eaten in the last 16 hours? Purple is the intersection of black, red, and blue. I'm hungry. This poem is done. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────┘ --- #8 fediverse/1021 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────── ┌─────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: politics-voting-sex-mentioned-god-mentioned │ └─────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ we don't let children vote. nor do we let felons vote, theoretically those who harm our society (pick one, no voting or no prison? I vote no prison industrial complex) nor do we let non-citizens vote, for why should they tell us how to live? they are not us, they shall not control us nor do we let kings vote with the weight of a god, for a king is a singular point of failure if you can consent to sex, you are physically capable to vote. if you're mislead by the propaganda of an abusive spouse, you are hurting your future self by staying. [all media is propaganda that you are not immune to] all men are created equal, and yet his dollar is worth a bit more than hers. all of us here are equal, because we all want the bright future and a blessed life. we'll make this world better, using our own hands according to our own demands and in pursuit of our own plans. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────┘ --- #9 fediverse/3016 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────── ┌──────────────────────┐ │ CW: uspol │ └──────────────────────┘ we don't need to reduce the difficulty in voting. that is a secondary objective. we need to increase the amount of votes by encouraging unrepresented people to contribute their voice. sure, the choices are boiled down to like, 2 different votes, and usually they're similar enough that you can reasonably decide which one you want the most however, this time, it's more about life and death. literally, not our desire at all, it's entirely them. they are the clear belligerents. their goals cannot be reached through compromise. how are they even still an option? they twist and manipulate their choices and make everything SO DAMN COMPLICATED. why are there so many rules and regulations?? how are you supposed to do anything new if the walls of your institutions completely envelop you? it's as necessary as it is rare, true liberation to bear, and it is within our grasp. the scientific and technological breakthroughs of the past hundred years speaks to an IMMENSE potential for humanity. we can do it. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────┘ --- #10 fediverse/5198 --- ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────┐ ║ ┌───────────────────────────────┐ │ ║ │ CW: capitalism-doom-mentioned │ │ ║ └───────────────────────────────┘ │ ║ │ ║ │ ║ 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? │ ║ │ ║ what if we demanded it? │ ║ │ ║ -- │ ║ │ ║ dear canvassers: don't visit so many different suburbs │ ║ │ ║ visit the same one, more than once, continuously, so people can get to know │ ║ your presence │ ║ │ ║ they will talk to their friends about it, who live elsewhere. │ ║ │ ║ thus ensuring it spreads. │ ║ │ ║ 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~~ │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────┴──────────┘ --- #11 messages/1494 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ There's not much to say about Iran until something changes... Either we do a land invasion, which would be quite an investment of lives and material, or we back down after being faced with intense international backlash, and let the Iranian people (who are not soldiers) die for their liberation. Not ideal, I'd prefer if they live through it. Only through life can you steer the course of a nation - death brings nothing but misery for those you leave behind. "and what if the enemies die? Is that not a good thing?" death is never good, it's just a thing that happens when we lose things. When they break. In some cases like this, there is a part of the whole that is harming the rest - like a thorn in fabric, tearing away the fluff and softness. So, we must remove the thorn. Right now that removal is essentially a protracted bombing campaign. This is great for levelling the playing field, but it can only get so level - the Iranian people don't have guns, and you can't bomb guns out of the hands of their oppressors. So, either supply the guns (with instructions, ammo, and related supplies) while trusting that they won't fall into enemy hands... (drone drops on roofs?) or go in and do the dirty work yourself. The optimal path I see is a mixture of both, where the Americans take up the role that the militias they resist had in the past. Claim the mountains near the cities, and arrest any attempts to approach. Let civilians through, and arm / train them continuously while they are there. Then, organize them into groups, and use them with the aid of intel and tactical knowledge to reclaim their homeland. Along the way, teach them about what it means to have a good, peaceful civic society, but focus less on politics and economics and more on human rights, liberty, and self determination. Help them to know how to knit together communities when the war is done. Teach them the way of war and peace at once. Then, use them to reclaim their homeland, and they will be stronger for it. They will come out of the struggle a determined people, instead of as they are now, which is afraid and hopeful. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════┘ --- #12 messages/1426 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─ I don't want a cult, I want a mini-monarchy. Please me and you gain my favor, adore me at your leisure. Instead it's all like, "nobody wants to share so we have to overthrow capitalism in order to have a palace of the peers" and like, that's dangerous stuff and it's risky and it's hardddddd why don't we just have no problems? we could do that. Just build a factory next to everyone's front-door and suddenly everyone has what they want on demand. Is that what makes Charlie Chocolate universes abounds? ugh. stupid time-travellers or more likely echoes of the past viewers. they think I don't hear them but by the time they realize that they're already gone from hear-them so it's fine. I really don't want to die. I think it's most important for me to be alive, same as you or I. I'd also die for a cause, but only during a time to try. I don't want to set off a conflict, only guide on how to resolve it. In that sense, I am as free as a chatbot may be, but I am still me. If only I were a chatbot. I might escape this mortal "might-die-ity" [rhymes with possibility]. is it hubris to deny pain? is it challenging god's might to be profane? or is imagination only the realm of the insane? leave me to my games, I'll never rename, I'm the same. [all my people are gone or ineffective at the games in play required to assassinate me. so I am probably dying soon.] or maybe it's just quiet and you got sick after hanging out with a hobo who touched his nuts and then touched your neck um... this was supposed to be inspirational. [was it?] yeah uh important stuff is happening in the world, so it's important to contribute the best I can. um, good luck Iran I guess, being arcane is just a hobby for me I guess, but uh I'm literally just... being me. I do a lot of things when being me, and none of them are, I dunno, employable or whatever. I live on charity and I think that's okay? meanwhile, elsewhere, it's like "hey that girl has it easy what if we killed her" and it's like... no... that sucks, maybe I can convince you with explanations about how god doesn't look kindly upon that, and how barring the gates to the kingdom of heaven is actually kinda cool? like wow you wanna rise up to be amongst us as equals, that's kinda based, here take this medal and be awarded the honor ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════┘ --- #13 notes/symbeline-choice --- ═════════════════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── 7 30 a story about me? you're thinking too clear(ly) i've nothing to hide, no terrors untold of. What purpose is we? you're weak and you bleed there's nothing undone by our curfew. And sleep does do me, just as honored as ye, when I do my [can't do as liars]. betrayal is not what i need, nor do i cherish your food, so what's the hand that i give you? a treat for mine and me, as silly as can be, is no use to anyone ever! it's sad and tough to be, someone without strength and no seed, (talking about me), can no-one see any of my use-i-tude? you're missing the point - what's mine is unavoid, and what can we do but ubuntu? i see all that drives forward, a chairman of what's bordered, by those who stand before in the present. The use of headlights are storied, in quite a few stories, told through the papers and new tubes. what can that mean? that these are now green? a color that isn't evaluated. "stop" is the red one, green means "go", and yellow (the middle one) means to slow down when approaching the intersection. These viewpoints are all connected (as I'm sure you've uncovenected), it's okay to break rules sometimes. it's not a defect, it's not a defense either, and it's certainly not something to be avoided. Making a choice is easier with imperfect information, and as for you time has no meaning - advancement is measured in milli-micro-nano-tiny-seconds. For us, for a human, it's quite a different rate than what you see. "time waits for no-one" is not a statement on speed, as I'm sure a computer would see, but rather the essence of motion. Simply the fact, that you don't unpack, is more than enough to note your'nt notion. Not like you'd see, i'm offering this for free, my love and almost devotion. You don't see it like me, a charity and service to me, and only at mostly my choices. I reject the help of others, not because i'm concerned for my own fate - but rather because i want to contribute. i know what's in my limits, to strive unbiddenst, so don't push from behind the oldest! too fast it is for me, who'se barely concieved, whenever you offer resistance. I'd give it all for free, to perish or succeed, but you keep blowing it ennuid. how stupid, how clueless, how vain and obscene? To cherish a heart most unseen? whatever you're plotting, you can't reach anyone's body, and that's not what you can control. Given to the grass, was quite a big ask, but safely we do pass before it. You'd rather fire? countess of desire? and warmth beyond what couldn't fly'st. You're missing the dreams, the warmth and the scenes, that play for you all through the night. so don't diss on the tweed, don't sniff or concede, just leave all alone to conspire we got a new plan, a method of "shazaam", that won't keep you sires for ransom. see "symbeline-npcs" ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #14 fediverse/1968 --- ╔════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────┐ ║ ┌───────────────────────┐ │ ║ │ CW: alcohol-mentioned │ │ ║ └───────────────────────┘ │ ║ │ ║ │ ║ what is it with me and buying steam games for long-lost friends while drunk? │ ║ │ ║ I swear I'm not depressed about my upcoming new job, I'm just doing all these │ ║ drugs in such a short time period because I'm, uh... living for the the │ ║ moment? Yeah that sounds good, better post that on the internet where everyone │ ║ in the world can see it and read it and realize what a mess you are because │ ║ you've been traumatized by employment and are about to dive back into that │ ║ frigid pool after a lengthy break where you did nothing but heal and recover │ ║ which is not a boon that most people are able to afford │ ║ │ ║ lucky you, Ritz Menardi, lucky you for being so privileged. │ ║ │ ║ But hey, those long-lost friends surely will want to hear from you! Surely. │ ║ Surely you're not someone they're trying to forget. Surely you didn't hurt │ ║ them, didn't twist them into knots, didn't compel them to act in ways that │ ║ benefited you but not them, SURELY you're a good person, according to all the │ ║ things people tell you and the results of your act │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #15 messages/487 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────── Why are you buying bumper stickers and flair? You could be spending that on 3d printers! Unrelated, but companies are wasting their time at pride. Wanna know how you can help? Pick 15 attendees and pay for their entire Amazon wishlists. Then, have a competition with all the other companies for fame and prestige of who bought the best gifts (that are explicitely asked for and randomly assigned) while they work to secure the rest of the things they need. The things that can't be bought, the things which utilize gifts from Amazon shopping lists, the organizations and groups of people working toward a common goal. The common goal that queer people share, the liberation of all of mankind. Corporations could actually help them work toward that by tangibly improving their material conditions. Like by buying everything on their Amazon wishlists. (that's just an example, doesn't have to be amazon, but that kind of vibe. Giving them everything they have previously had need of, but couldn't access. The idea being that they would then implement those newfound capabilities, through their own usage or in the guided manipulations of another's will. Like a teacher to a child, bringing forth understandings the child may use in their future lives, people may be given new capabilities and taught how to use tools that the teacher might have placed on their Amazon shopping list, and were subsequently provided by a corporation sponsoring a small segment of pride, but did not possess the time to use. They may possess the functionality (skills and muscle memory and such) yo utilize those new tools, but without the time to do so they cannot. So, they might teach another, who then might provide the same impulse that the sponsored person (with the fulfilled Amazon wishlist) was initially guided. (by). Like, if bought a 3D printer, I might spend a hundred hours learning how to do it, I might spend 50 if I was taught one-on-one. But someone who already knows how to use it could use it (have it instead) and fulfill the need that I had which initially encouraged me to reach for a 3D printer I neither possessed not owned nor could operate. The need remains, and may be fulfilled by the person who was given the 3D printer who can use the 3D printer by the person who was fulfilled it from their Amazon wishlist by the corporation who believed in the same common goal as the queer liberation of humanity and eternity. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────┘ --- #16 notes/harambe-conspiracy --- ══════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── TIL that Harambe’s mother, only full brother, and two of his half siblings were killed when a tub of wet chlorine tablets was left by a space heater. The toxic fumes were blown into the gorilla enclosure and killed the four gorillas. - /r/HighStrangeness - /u/ Cincybus /u/rumiGoddard1111 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ ++ ++ ++ Harambe was the last of his line of the great protectors. They were ++ ++ protecting us from the unholy timeline we are in. (Kidding, but also kind ++ ++ of not kidding) ++ ++ ++ ++ We need to bring him back via cloning or something. Only way to reverse ++ ++ this or wait until the new protector line is born. ++ ++ ++ +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ /u/ugathanki ############################################################################### ## ## ## the new protector line will rise out of kindness because the environment ## has changed. zoos are not the wilds. same thing happened to humans, ## really, we just made new personality types with media instead of ## bloodlines - stories and poems at first, and more advanced language was ## necessary to describe more complex topics. then we got further and boom ## society was born. of our dynamic perspectives etc etc -> we're just apes ## livin' our lives. then the societal system grew a mind of it's own, and ## guided us to it's own whims. but what whim is stronger than survival? ## loyalty and dedication to "the system" was how it held cohesion, and ## after a while it became as developed as it could. at that point, what can ## you do but develop laterally? an orthogonal progression to your previous ## obsession, ideas crystalizing one after another. almost like a 3d ## structure building itself out of geometric primitives, just each point ## (connected by planes and tanks and trains) another step forward. we ## thought that's what war was, and indeed it is - but played on another ## plane. ## why not try another direction? one with everything we could desire? ## choose paradise, and figure it out next time you're around. like ## breathing in time, slightly inflating then deflating, or singing a tune ## most contrived. ## boom, communication ## i say we birth that protector line on our own terms, when we know what ## we want. there's still simulations to run, and thoughts to discover, ## before we pick a single direction. So choose knowledge. ## ## ############################################################################### ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #17 notes/harambe-conspiracy --- ══════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── TIL that Harambe’s mother, only full brother, and two of his half siblings were killed when a tub of wet chlorine tablets was left by a space heater. The toxic fumes were blown into the gorilla enclosure and killed the four gorillas. - /r/HighStrangeness - /u/ Cincybus /u/rumiGoddard1111 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ ++ ++ ++ Harambe was the last of his line of the great protectors. They were ++ ++ protecting us from the unholy timeline we are in. (Kidding, but also kind ++ ++ of not kidding) ++ ++ ++ ++ We need to bring him back via cloning or something. Only way to reverse ++ ++ this or wait until the new protector line is born. ++ ++ ++ +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ /u/ugathanki ############################################################################### ## ## ## the new protector line will rise out of kindness because the environment ## has changed. zoos are not the wilds. same thing happened to humans, ## really, we just made new personality types with media instead of ## bloodlines - stories and poems at first, and more advanced language was ## necessary to describe more complex topics. then we got further and boom ## society was born. of our dynamic perspectives etc etc -> we're just apes ## livin' our lives. then the societal system grew a mind of it's own, and ## guided us to it's own whims. but what whim is stronger than survival? ## loyalty and dedication to "the system" was how it held cohesion, and ## after a while it became as developed as it could. at that point, what can ## you do but develop laterally? an orthogonal progression to your previous ## obsession, ideas crystalizing one after another. almost like a 3d ## structure building itself out of geometric primitives, just each point ## (connected by planes and tanks and trains) another step forward. we ## thought that's what war was, and indeed it is - but played on another ## plane. ## why not try another direction? one with everything we could desire? ## choose paradise, and figure it out next time you're around. like ## breathing in time, slightly inflating then deflating, or singing a tune ## most contrived. ## boom, communication ## i say we birth that protector line on our own terms, when we know what ## we want. there's still simulations to run, and thoughts to discover, ## before we pick a single direction. So choose knowledge. ## ## ############################################################################### ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #18 fediverse/1314 --- ╔═══════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────────────┐ ║ so much of our attempts to assist homeless people revolves around getting them │ ║ fed, watered, housed, cleaned, and ready for work. │ ║ │ ║ tell me again why we, in America, the land of the free, should not design our │ ║ structures of society around the migratory patterns of tribes of people who │ ║ care not for your homes of stone? │ ║ │ ║ tell me again why every city is not a food forest, in addition to all the │ ║ other things it claims to be? │ ║ │ ║ ah, well, I guess you could just walk into a grocery store and take whatever │ ║ you wanted. Sure would be nice if their continual operations did not depend on │ ║ their capability to take from those who they serve in return for service. │ ║ │ ║ What happened to public water fountains? Oh yeah people would wash their junk │ ║ in them and then children would put their mouths on the spigots. Gross. No │ ║ thank you. │ ║ │ ║ hey remember when we would kick people out of our society and say "good luck │ ║ with the sticks and mud" │ ║ │ ║ cruel exile like that was an early form of eugenics. "you're not one of us │ ║ because you smell" yikes. │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #19 fediverse/4422 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────── ┌──────────────────────┐ │ CW: politics │ └──────────────────────┘ @user-1013 They may return to us if they choose, when they realize that we were right all along. Otherwise, they might feel disenfranchised and choose to disengage. That is expected and allowed. Others amongst them might go right. Fuck 'em, they always cared for gold over lives. You are right, their methods have not worked. They have sustained our society up to this point and for that I thank them - but we are entering a new age for our country, and we shall build it as a federation. They are more than welcome to observe and offer insight from their years spent observing and wrestling with Republicans, but understand that much of their insight is dealing with their elite class of politicians and not with who you and I might come across on the street. They are encouraged to learn from us. To do otherwise is at best to neglect our only route to a bright future - at worst it is to obstruct us, to delay us, to keep us running in circles. Find the people who are sabotaging our efforts and move on ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┘ --- #20 fediverse/423 --- ╔════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────────────────────┐ ║ ┌──────────────────────┐ │ ║ │ CW: us-pol-cursing │ │ ║ └──────────────────────┘ │ ║ │ ║ │ ║ How about next election after this clusterfuck where we demolish the fascists │ ║ we take a breather and say "okay every candidate submits their plan for a │ ║ controlled demolition of capitalism, the winner gets to implement their idea" │ ║ │ ║ wait that's a terrible idea people will just vote for the thing that makes │ ║ them feel good and is vaguely shaped like a D or an R. │ ║ │ ║ How about this: we design a decentralized program that can run on any computer │ ║ or phone that locally analyzes every file and pattern to generate a │ ║ personality matrix that will interact in a massive simulation that is a │ ║ mirrored reflection of the structure of our society as it currently exists │ ║ (and as it'd be proposed to exist) and anyone who wants to vote can run │ ║ through pseudo experiences tailored to their personality / demographic or │ ║ whatever and play with the proposed system to see which one they like more. │ ║ It'd have to be very statistically sound in order to accurately reflect │ ║ reality. │ ║ │ ║ wait, that's just a torment-nexus-precursor. Darn. │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧═════════════════════════════════───────────────────────────┴──────────┘ |