I’m just curious.
All of y’all bitching on my dash about Biden and Harris.
Are you planning to have your revolution complete by 20 January?
Are you even off your ass to do more than whine?
No?
Then shut the fuck up and vote, because if we end up with four more years of Trump the blood he spills as he commits genocide WILL be on your hands.
I figured I would reblog this with my own commentary.
Am I happy that Biden is the Democratic nominee? No.
Am I happy that Biden picked a WOC as his VP? Hell yes!
Am I happy that his VP pick is Kamala Harris? No, primarily because she has made a lot of prohibitive decisions almost specifically directed at POC during her career and she isn’t as progressive as I had hoped his VP choice would be.
Now, that being said, if we want 45 out, we have to vote for the Democratic nominee and the Democratic nominee’s VP.
Are they the ideal candidates, no, but they are our only choice and they are the only shot we have at ousting 45.
So if we want change, if we want some sense of normalcy reinstated, if we want the US to be better respected within the world, and hopefully improve the living conditions here in the process, we must vote blue no matter who.
We have to be united in voting for Biden/Harris because there is absolutely no telling what will become of our country after another four years of 45.
hot take but gerrymandering and corruption and coordinated disinformation already do enough to ensure systematic political disenfranchisement and voter suppression without you jerks running mass anti-voting demoralization armchair civil war accelerationist campaigns against one other as a fun low-stakes hobby….
Ship, I know this is coming from a genuine place of both concern and frustration, but this is not persuasive at all and it hasn’t been the past 2 billion times other people have said it. I understand that the deck is stacked against the possibility of change happening through voting; that’s why I’m not very interested in doing it, unless something genuinely unusual seems to be in the works (like Bernie, or frankly Obama tho he obviously turned out to be quite disappointing).
If Biden wants the vote of someone like me, he should convence me he actually cares about my political support by backing policies in line with my views (like politicians do with literally every other constituency they court for elections). If he fails to do that, presumably he doesn’t think he needs my vote, in which case why is this such a big deal? Just win the election without me. I’m not a utilitarian; I’m not here to shave .001% of the evil off the world by voting for the slightly less shit guy. My vote is available for someone who is actually fighting for something meaningful to me.
Yeah, he should do that. But unfortunately he didn’t. And all of us are ethically obligated to try and make the world better. Though I guess you’ve said you don’t hold by that, which at least makes you honest.
I am involved with my community, work with local leftists, talk about my political views and attempt to make what I judge to be the best use of my time to care for people. I do not agree that voting for Biden is obviously or meaningfully an improvement to anyones life in comparison to the other things you or I could potentially be doing with our time.
Additionally, this is an increadibly solipsistic and short-sighted view of ethics and our obligation to others. When politicians fail in some respect, that failure deserves a response; if I commit to voting for a politician no matter what, I sanction their acting in absolutely disgusting and horrible ways on my behalf. If you’re a Biden supporter and believe Biden is failing to capture a political constituency that is vital to his election, you should be taking that up with him and not with that necessary political constituency.
You know you can vote for somebody and then still petition, lobby, and protest them, right? You can do your bit to put out a few fires like supreme court apointees, Betsy Devos, etc, and then just… protest the hell out of Biden’s bad policies. To paraphrase Angela Davis, (yes, THE Angela fucking Davis) he’s the candidate who can be most effectively pressured, and even if he doesn’t listen, you can still rage against him until the cows come home. I swear, I think some of you want things to be as bad as possible because you think it will bring about some 1917 style revolution, and that harm reduction doesn’t matter because ultimately those extra lives lost or destroyed under Trump will be necessary collateral damage for the next great leap forward or some shit.
Also, Noam Chomsky:
REAL POLITICS IS CONSTANT ACTIVISM
Hey students, here’s a pro tip: do not write an email to your prof while you’re seriously sick.
Signed, a person who somehow came up with “dear hello, I am sick and not sure if I’ll be alive to come tomorrow and I’m sorry, best slutantions, [name]”.
I mean, if someone wrote that to me, I’d probably believe they were sick.
“Slutantions” has me crying laughing
i once emailed my professor with a migraine. a mistake.
“I amsick will not to choir because i have a heache. i Hope its very and i am so sorry
love,
blue”
the subject line was “OW”
THE SUBJECT LINE IS THE BEST PART JSJFJSJDJS JUST IMAGINE GETTING AN EMAIL WITH NO CONTEXT OTHER THAN “OW”
As someone who has taught college, please send those emails because 1) We WILL believe that; no one would write that on purpose and 2) we need a laugh sometimes.
Just now I made a double Truffles Deluxe Salad Supreme and shared it with my mother. You too can have a Truffles Deluxe Salad Supreme!! It’s a very simple recipe that anyone can pull off.
The most important thing to know about a Truffles Deluxe Salad Supreme is that there is no truffles in it. Sadly, Truffles is my name and not an ingredient. Unless you’re fucking loaded, in which case you can put truffles in there.
The second most important thing to know is that it’s a completely flexible, modular recipe. There’s no way to fuck it up unless you’re deliberately trying. No ratios, no measurements. Everything is adjusted according to individual taste and palate and the assembly is about as user-friendly as they get. And since there’s no actual rules about ‘oh this is a light one’ or ‘u gotta keep it salty-savory’ or ‘X dressing doesn’t go with Y topping’ or whatever bougie crap, you aren’t beholden to dumb established culinary rules. Ultra-customizability is the key here. A Truffles Deluxe Salad Supreme adapts to any food sensitivity or dietary restriction. You can have a super spensib one or one that’s just as tasty but not so pricey. You can have a big one or a small one. The choice is entirely yours. (But my personal tip?? Focus entirely on taste and not health benefits for the most authentic, Truffles-faithful result.)
Anyway, here’s how you assemble one:
The term “sex dungeon” is bad enough, but somehow every plausible synonym for “dungeon” makes it worse.
Sex vault.
Sex prison.
Sex mausoleum.
Sex oubliette.
Sex tomb.
It just doesn’t get any better.
No Sex catacomb?
It does gets better if you use more up-to-date synonyms for “dungeon”
Sex instance.
Sex 5-man raid.
Sex 40-man raid.
Sex adventure.
Sex DLC zone.
Sex quest area.
I dunno, I think going with video game style “dungeons” just makes it a different sort of concerning.
Sex ice cavern.
Sex haunted ruins.
Sex volcano fortress.
Sex water temple.
searching for hidden passages in the sex map for a sex easter egg
The fae smiled, sharply: “Give me your name, child.”
“Uhhhhh. Stick.”
“What.”
“Does Leaf work better? I’m just kinda looking around this clearing. Look, I’m trans, I haven’t decided on one yet, I’m throwing some spaghetti at the wall, you know how it is.”
Fae are born with features sharp and narrow, yet this one seems to soften as Moss looks at it. Its grin— sharp, teeth gleaming, its eyes— cutting, searching, the jut and pull of its jaw enough to scratch glass. It does not blink. Branch does not blink. It softens.
“I said, give me your name, child.”
“I still haven’t picked one,” Grass defends, even now still hoping for a way out of a faeries deal.
“No. But your parents did. Give me your name, child, and it shall no longer be yours. The entity of your name shall no longer exist, and you will be free for whichever name you choose— Leaf, or Stick, or Lichen.”
“…oh.” says Petal, and in the next moment a name falls from their lips. It is not their name. It never has been. The fae is sharp and cutting and witty, that moment of softness an imagined slight.
“Very well, child. Be warned of mushroom circles, should you lose your name again.”
“Okay,” Mushroom smiles, and the Fae pulls itself away from their reality in a swirl of feathers and silk.
When they go home for the first time in two months, their mother frets over them in a way she had not since they were a child, and she calls them by no name at all.
Goddamn. This is my favorite version of ‘faeries take your name’, that’s it, we can all go home now.
The fae said trans rights
