

Nah. Fuck OED. They’re not the only game in town.
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Nah. Fuck OED. They’re not the only game in town.


There are over 8 billion people in this world. No one said it was limited to just your lifetime. 😏


These issues are not mutually exclusive, and it is legitimately okay for one marginalized group to be concerned more for things that directly affect them. That does not in any way negate the urgency or importance of any other issues.
We need to stop treating everything going on as a binary (black and white) problem. That’s what they want us to do, and why we’re being bombarded with so many bad things all at once. They are purposely dividing us, and so far it’s working.


These issues are not mutually exclusive, and it is legitimately okay for one marginalized group to be concerned more for things that directly affect them. That does not in any way negate the urgency or importance of any other issues.
We need to stop treating everything going on as a binary (black and white) problem. That’s what they want us to do, and why we’re being bombarded with so many bad things all at once. They are purposely dividing us, and so far it’s working.
There is a movie called Good Will Hunting, where the janitor (Matt Daemon) is a math prodigy and befriends a professor therapist (Robin Williams).
This comic is a role reversal of that movie.
Edit: thank you to @mzesumzira@leminal.space for the correction, and the gentle reminder that I need to rewatch this movie. 😁


No, it’s religion thats at the root of this (and many) problem(s).


I guess we will find out. Hopefully sooner rather than any later than it’s already been.
~We certainly live in interesting times.~
I like @fartographer@lemmy.world’s better. 😊


We’ve been coddled all our lives. We as a country need to have to affect us personally to wake us up to it. And when we wake up, all hell will break loose; for that I’m sure.


Chipotle Mexican Grill, which operates thousands of U.S.-based stores, faulted consumer weakness for disappointing sales…
There ya go. Blame the very people for something that’s not their fault that you depend on for your overpriced luxury foods, clothing, houses, and yachts.
~That sounds like a good strategy to win them back.~


Leprechaums
Aren’t those the cheap Temu versions of Leprechauns? I heard they arrive broken; if they arrive at all.
Back in… (counts on fingers)… early 90s… I used to take typewriter classes in Junior High, and we would do ascii art right before holiday breaks.


It also outlined how one instance in which Ms Zwerner allegedly told Ms Parker that the child was in a “violent mood” and had made threats against another child.
Ms Parker allegedly “had no response” and refused to “even look up” when concerns about the child were brought to her.
Ms Parker’s lawyer argued that she could not have known what would happen, and that Ms Zwerner has exaggerated the extent of her injuries.
Could not have known? Despite being told the child was making threats to other students?
And exaggerated the extent of her injuries? She was fucking shot by a 6 yo. What’s to exaggerate?


Wasn’t this an episode of Dexter?

The ONE time I hoped the Internet didn’t lie to me. 😢


Hm. This is a great question.
I have always been a chatty guy, despite it sometimes causing me grief of one kind or another. While I don’t specifically have memories of conversations with my folks (when I was young), I no doubt had them.
That said, I’ve also always been a widely misunderstood person (at least to my mind); I never seemed to conform to people’s expectations (even today to a degree). I have developed severe trust issues because of this, especially among my family bloodline; as such, I have cut off all communication with everyone on my side of the family* — even if they never actually hurt me (sorry Egg!!).
* By this, I mean I do not talk to anyone older than me in my family (I am the youngest); I do however go to great lengths to talk to my children every day; even if it’s about nothing in particular. I also do not shy away from sharing stories of my childhood, or how they’ve affected me, as I firmly believe that they deserve the truth, and also should learn from my (and my family’s) mistakes. Suffice it to say, I do believe that my children are doing much better in life than I ever did when I was their age, so maybe it’s working.🤞


When I was in the 8th grade, I distinctly remember one day getting off the bus and making my way to homeroom, and a thought occurred to me: “I still have four more years of school before I graduate. I’ll never make it!”
I’m typing this approximately 35 years later. I never did make it through high school; I dropped out three times (the third time the school asked that I not come back). Ironically, I graduated with my masters last year.
~Talk about a wild ride.~




Oh, please tell me you’re being serious. Pretty please? 🥺