=== ANCHOR POEM === ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────── 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────┘ === SIMILARITY RANKED === --- #1 messages/1105 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──── claude-code is like programming, but for executives. when everyone has FUCK I'M TOO HUNGRY I can't think right when everyone has the power of an executive, that's communism. something something futurism is when everyone is elevated without diminishing others gah I need to live in a palace or something where everyone does the normal stuff and I can focus on magic and the gods I wondeer how much the oracles at delphi did for themselves? weren't they blinded at a young age, to better hear the voices of the gods? ... oh that suddenly makes sense now. I always thought that pretender chassis in Dominions 5 was pretty cruel, but, now I know *how* it works and yeah. ancient peoples were smart. but also sharp. they had to work with what they got, and we got computers now, so. I am nothing but hopeful for the future! I'm convinced that everything's going to be alright. I've thought about it at length, and I think we're winning against the dark. We're on the right track, and there aren't many things that could go wrong at this stage. ... okay there are always things that could go wrong. But I don't see what I could do to help. Maybe I should go walk around a bit, and see what's changed in the past few months, as I've been sleeping in my room for most of it. Haven't gone on a proper walk since summer. It's winter now... ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───┘ --- #2 notes/inter-spatial-travel --- ══════════════════───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── to travel the stars, tame a tiny black-hole. use it's gravity to generate infinite energy. boom, instant utopia. everyone still believes in a better future now, so we might as well push forward to the stars... and our destiny. the further we wait, the greater the distance between ourselves and our true form - the distance can make it difficult to relate to others beyond humans. the reason we are losing so much nature is because we haven't cultivated an appreciation for it - the very act of adoration is more than enough to confirm future association. love is the answer, love is most pure - believe in your love and never (be) relentin'. be... just be... the actions you're taking, of forced condemnation, is little if not absurd - what differences have we, the ones who were chosen, to live when time is so finite? responsibility is implicit. for all of creation, bow to the will of the nation. more perspectives by far, have all of our our, than endless divine machinations. united we be, aligned magnetically, to icecream and spaghetti of worth. what's more cherished than she, clad in great finery, and thinking of what she loves most? balance there be, in seeing silver linings on the, signs of darkest conveyals. a ghost you may see, when peering at me, but i only wanted some hope. for those who must be, my most cherished to be, the ones who opened the coast? to those who must be, overthrown forcibly, and given what most of us hope? a castle for thee, alone with our sympathy, the sign of kindest of soaps? no malice have I, the will of unmet potential, for cowards and temples of mental detentials. what anger could we, share internally, that helped to bring out our elementals? No succor will we, most willful of warriors, ever find out of the bounds of our honor. careful direction and tenderest of care, may lead us somewhere we're aware. the kind who endlessly're dreaming. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ 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 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════┘ --- #5 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #6 messages/620 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────── I need an editor. Someone who can re-arrange what I say and present it to an audience. The pen is mightier than the sword, and while my pen is mighty, you still need swords. I believe in democracy. I believe in the will of the people and the respect of the land. I believe in life, light, and liberty for all. Our nation has just elected, fairly, a dictator who will sell our country to foreign authoritarians just because he is small. I am stronger by far, but I lack his experience, and so I must rely on trusted advisors who grow with me. I am perhaps not the best choice, but I do believe I am one of the bravest. Judge me as you will. Trump will destroy the American experiment and invite fascism into our home. We have people to nurture and protect, and authoritarianism prevents us from doing so. He would deprive us of our light, and frankly he already has. He would deprive us of our liberty, and his plans to do so are clear and apparent. He would deprive us of our lives, and history has shown that this is a precedent. I do not consent to a Trump presidency. I do not consent to his corruption any longer. No more will I or my people be governed by such evil. We will fight back, of this I am certain. My demands are threefold. First, I demand that Trump be replaced by a moderate republican. Hold a primary and let Democrats vote. If none of your candidates work for us, pick a new roster and try again. The second is that Trump must be executed for treasonous high crimes. Nothing less than execution will suffice. Next, let the supreme court be purged and replaced. Half with democrats, half republicans, and one moderate who is widely regarded with respect. Failing these demands, I am willing to wage a terrible civil war for the soul of our country. I know this is treason, but I do it anyway even though I am a patriot. I do it because our land has been stolen by a man and his followers who seek to plunge my people into despair. He is but one man. So am I. He has an army of followers. I do not. Each of the wars we fight will be smaller than the last, as each of our cities struggles toward our last gasp. But together we are strong, and by connecting them we might deliver ourselves from harm. Against the far right, we must secure a cleansing blow. There is no greater fight. The world is watching. To that end, I suggest a great and perilous fight. I see no other option in this remarkable century. Prepare as you might, I suggest pushups and resource acquisition. Deliver your resources somewhere safe if you're in a red area, and meet your neighbors if you're not. A blue city in a red state must survive a siege. Prepare yourself for this. Assume that supplies will need to be delivered by convoy if by land, and drone airdrop from the skies. Develop ways to protect these supply methods. Public spaces are our homes now, our houses are just where we sleep. I swear this to you: on my life I will be honorable and fair. I will seek true justice when I can, where everyone gets what they want, and failing that I will be plainly just. I will respect all peoples, and do my best to fight for a brighter tomorrow. I dare for the bright age. I see nothing else that I'd like to spend my life doing than daring. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┘ --- #7 fediverse/5811 --- ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────── ┌────────────────────────┐ │ CW: politics-mentioned │ └────────────────────────┘ only some people feel existential [peril/fear] at the concept of a trump presidency. I'm trans, I feel it so hard I considered sedition. it felt like a reasonable reaction. probably just means I've been calibrated to a certain level of revengeance through my knowledge of history and the arts. I learned so much about systems, I saw the inextricable truth of the merits of the design of capitolistic [shared societal conventions, but pronounced "conventions"]. I also learned of what it means to wield ideology as a weapon for mass power/cultural gains. I see now that no matter the merits or faults of any system, power accretes in the unworthy. They say this is because others they work with just don't want to deal with them anymore. This isn't always true, in-fact with stronger bonds the relationship is more secure [also true, but I said it earlier in the sentence]. jeez, interrupt much? anyway, as I was saying, [wasting characters] okIlikewritngmastodonpostsitsagame2aimforzerocharactersrem ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────┘ --- #8 fediverse/5664 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────── that one Trump guy in town is either stupid, a fascist, or a psyop. ICE is a bluff. Doing my very best to make them escalate faster than they can sustain themselves. yes... YES! Exhaust yourself, mine enemies, for you are lying about your strength, and have challenged me to a duel. I'm just a girl but I'm not just me. Didn't you hear? It's not about me! The nice thing about the Pacific Northeast is that you don't need to pay taxes in dollars. Something something from each according to their ability, blah blah you know the rest. Raintree forest is full of pine. Straight backs shoot strong and narrow. The silent river flows the farthest, the rapid water drowns the most. ICE is a bluff. In the treaty of equal territory, they can keep to their burgs and we can worship the forest the streams the oceans the dreams. Cities belong to their inhabitants, homes belong to their housed. Everything else is just applied equity. Dream bigger than "the same, but nice". Start with nice, start out the same, and diverge ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────┘ --- #9 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 │ ╚═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────┴──────────┘ --- #10 messages/1361 --- ══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════─ 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. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════┘ --- #11 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 │ ╚═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #12 fediverse/5713 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────── I hate winning and I don't like losing. The playing is where the game is. [games of life and death are no fun] hence, why nobody invites me, because I try for the middle approach that respects both people. this tends to make people mad because its like "bro they're nazis" and I'm like "okay but how do you know" and they're like "fuck you" so I'm like "fuck nazis? actually?" and they're like "you're with them" and I'm like "I'm with you" and they're like "stop infiltrating" and I'm like "who's infiltrated?" and they say "stop talking to the internet" and I say "nobody reads me anyway" and they say "screensho0ts are forever" and I'm like "I'm pretty as can be" this, combined with a strong sense of justice, implies the narratives I instinctually provide. wei wu wei according to Ursula K. Le Guin, this means "doing without doing", or "show, don't tell" but minus the doing, and adding the "tell"ing. I think I'd look badass with a spear or trident. I have a sword because swords are cool, but spears are bleed ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────┘ --- #13 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧══════════════════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #14 notes/planes-and-trains-and-tanks --- ════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── From a thread titled "White House delays release of JFK assasination files "to protect against identifiable harm" A violent uprising in America today would have the help of a lot of veterans that have 20 years of experience with insurgencies and are pissed off at the government for sending them to a bullshit war over lies purely so the politicians and their friends can become even richer. True, but they have tanks. And drones. And much higher numbers of experienced soldiers. And a cohesive and organized command structure. There's a hundred reasons why a violent uprising wouldn't work, but a thousand more why it's necessary. I believe we can have a peaceful future, but we must also realize that holding all our cards and intentionally keeping them close to our chest isn't helping anyone. We need to come together and work on solid, stable, and sustainable projects. We're all humans, we all want a better future for our children. The drive to nurture posterity is what defines us, and to that end we must act as a unified whole. Humans can work together, and our beliefs can overlap in ways we never expected. That is understandable and expected. They may also differ in unsuspected ways, and that is also understandable and expected. We have the power to *choose* how to react to our differences, and we may *choose* to pursue and develop our similarities. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═══════──┴╧═──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #15 notes/planes-and-trains-and-tanks --- ════════─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── From a thread titled "White House delays release of JFK assasination files "to protect against identifiable harm" A violent uprising in America today would have the help of a lot of veterans that have 20 years of experience with insurgencies and are pissed off at the government for sending them to a bullshit war over lies purely so the politicians and their friends can become even richer. True, but they have tanks. And drones. And much higher numbers of experienced soldiers. And a cohesive and organized command structure. There's a hundred reasons why a violent uprising wouldn't work, but a thousand more why it's necessary. I believe we can have a peaceful future, but we must also realize that holding all our cards and intentionally keeping them close to our chest isn't helping anyone. We need to come together and work on solid, stable, and sustainable projects. We're all humans, we all want a better future for our children. The drive to nurture posterity is what defines us, and to that end we must act as a unified whole. Humans can work together, and our beliefs can overlap in ways we never expected. That is understandable and expected. They may also differ in unsuspected ways, and that is also understandable and expected. We have the power to *choose* how to react to our differences, and we may *choose* to pursue and develop our similarities. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═══════──┴╧═──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ --- #16 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 │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┘ --- #17 fediverse/4447 --- ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────────── ┌────────────────────────┐ │ CW: politics-mentioned │ └────────────────────────┘ they are not MAGA anymore. Don't call them Trumpers. He won't last long. Call them what they are. They are part of a newly born Confederacy, and we must call them by their name. That name demands respect, and we must respect their power. Then, when you're sufficiently cautious, begin conjuring visions of their downfall. Ideally accompanied by carefully laid plans intended to accomplish specific strategic goals. They are top-heavy. Once their bravest and thickest perish they will have nothing left but their weak fools. They are scared, nothing unites them more than fear, and for that they are weakened. Our bonds are those of love. I would die for my neighbor. I would die for our world. They have no passion, no rigor, all they have is hate and vigor. Martial skills we can learn. We will have to, sooner rather than later. Be prepared, work hard, and do what you're good at, ideally what you'd like to do. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╘═════════╧╧════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────────┘ --- #18 fediverse/4740 --- ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────┐ ║ what if we built an atlas of what every rural property produced │ ║ │ ║ like "they grow squash and blueberries here and sometimes they make honey" │ ║ │ ║ or "this place has a bunch of lumber they want to get rid of" │ ║ │ ║ or "here there's a patch of wildflowers that have been set aside for the │ ║ butterflies" │ ║ │ ║ or "there's a training ground here for intercepting ICE vans in urban areas" │ ║ │ ║ or "don't post shit like that on the internet dumbass what are you even doing" │ ║ │ ║ or "oh I dunno trying to be a face I guess, don't look to me for cutting edge │ ║ advice because I'm just a level 12 paladin who's totally a noob and can barely │ ║ lift 50 pounds" │ ║ │ ║ or "this is where the cows graze" │ ║ │ ║ or "yeah well you're the cutting edge on some things and you're very far │ ║ behind on others. like for example you seriously need to level up your opsec │ ║ so that nobody can hear what you're saying." │ ║ │ ║ or "yeah but then nobody will hear what I'm saying" │ ║ │ ║ or "I've said too much, god save you Ritz Menardi, for we all stand beside you" │ ║ │ ║ or "here's a meditation retreat" : ) │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════════════════════─────────┴──────────┘ --- #19 fediverse/804 --- ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────────┐ ║ evil won't feel sorry for me. and yet it's only my only weapon for me. │ ║ │ ║ damn these fallible input methods. the computer lies when you read the screens │ ║ from it's method that it applies to th screen which is a method that you input │ ║ perceive it from. │ ║ │ ║ and my fingers lie when received the information from my brain which I seek to │ ║ transmit to you through the avenue of my brain which is my method of impulse │ ║ to this world specifically you the viewer who is viewing this here in this │ ║ moment the viewer who perceives the words which I'm saying. │ ║ │ ║ the words that are defined by the line [trajectory] of my mind through this │ ║ life that we define through our actions and our mind's most crucial │ ║ manifestations, this life that is defined by our circumstances. all throughout │ ║ life, we are reacting to the moment, the moment which was cast forth from our │ ║ ancestors and the circumstances of the previous moment, which (being cast │ ║ forth) travel from the previous moment here into the moment to define our │ ║ circumstances which define our act │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ chronological │ different │ ╚═════════╧═══════════════════════════════════─────────────────────────┴──────────┘ --- #20 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 │ ╚═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════════───────────────────┴──────────┘ |