

I’m not mad.

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I’m not mad.
Knowledge is for sharing. :)



I need this as a chat app sticker lmao.


Lmao


Thanks for another article to dislodge friends from The Poison™.
Steam Deck Fridays lead to Raccoon Saturdays


And the same caricature occurs in the circumstances of the third edition of the Eighteenth Brumaire. :')
Men make their own history, but they do not make it as they please; they do not make it under self-selected circumstances, but under circumstances existing already, given and transmitted from the past. The tradition of all dead generations weighs like a nightmare on the brains of the living. And just as they seem to be occupied with revolutionizing themselves and things, creating something that did not exist before, precisely in such epochs of revolutionary crisis they anxiously conjure up the spirits of the past to their service, borrowing from them names, battle slogans, and costumes in order to present this new scene in world history in time-honored disguise and borrowed language.
Forever we spin down the toilet bowl lmao.


Calm down Napoleon
Try Winboat.
YUu betcha


I’ve known drug dealers more honourable than this.


Sometimes it’s good to hear another perspective, though.


Every single person involved in this company is deranged.



triggered
Gone like Geocities.


Financialised capitalism is a death cult.
Nothing matters to the market but profit. Forests only have value as timber or toilet paper; animals only have value as hot dogs or hamburgers. The precious, unrepeatable moments of our lives only have value as labor hours determined by the imperatives of commerce. The market rewards landlords for evicting families, bosses for exploiting employees, engineers for inventing death machines. It separates mothers from their children, drives species into extinction, shuts down hospitals to open up privatized prisons. It reduces entire ecosystems to ash, spewing out smog and stock options. Left to itself, it will turn the whole world into a graveyard.
Some things are worth risking our lives for. Perpetuating capitalism is not one of them. If we have to risk our lives, let’s risk them for something worthwhile, like creating a world in which no one has to risk death for a paycheck. Life for the market means death for us.
Don’t encourage me.