As someone who works in marketing. We are not ignorant to how people operate and how to get in front of them. Go to the sentence that “Management makes most of the decisions”. We’ll be aiming for the people who actually buy things. Unfortunately in B2B sales that is usually the CEO/CFO/VP who has very little time to read and learn and would rather someone call and explain everything to make a problem go away. Typically they are of an older generation and hate digital media and wouldn’t be caught dead on Reddit.

That said, I always say honestly sells itself. Embellishing the truth or straight up lies will only get you so far and it’s typically short term gains.

Agency’s love scummy marketing tactics. This because it’s good numbers to them and they could give a fuck what it does to the client. They just want them to see that the graph goes up sharply for the first month and than silently bleed them dry as it flattens out and they can push more tricks or services to make graph go up again.

Inhouse teams (like me) can’t shit where they eat, so have a more genuine strategy for the long term. We are vested in the well-being of our company.

Now all I picture is the capybara and quokka having an exchange after a train hits a school bus full of children.

"I don’t know if I can do this job anymore Capy. I have constant nightmares and Mrs. Quokka doesn’t understand why I’m not able to get it up in bed anymore. You know how difficult it is to get a hard-on with those images in your mind man?

That little girl was just screaming with the skin ripped off her fucking face. The rest of them were so mangled we couldn’t even figure out what limb belonged to who. Sometimes I just feel like the fucking grim reaper, you know? Sending souls off into the afterlife."

Quokka takes a long drag…

How could they be effective cops if they don’t use hate and violence to oppress the citizens?

You can’t put labels on love

To give a honest response, I don’t know

What I struggle with is the balance between accountability and understanding. Viktor Frankl wrote in Man’s Search for Meaning that even in the concentration camps, where survival seemed to justify anything, people still chose differently. Some prisoners became cruel enforcers, punishing their own, while others found ways to remain kind and merciful. Frankl’s point was that even in the darkest times, we still hold the freedom to choose how we respond.

That leaves me questioning: how much of “bad” behavior is survival instinct, habit, or circumstance, and how much is chosen? We can’t excuse harm, but we also can’t ignore the human story behind it. Maybe the answer lies in holding people accountable while still leaving space for them to change?

If anything seems consistent it’s that ignorance breeds fear and hate. Understanding is how we overcome ignorance. Doesn’t always work out that people can see eye to eye, but that does seem to be the correct path before violence.

Oddly enough, I cherish all life. I joke because the world is often dark, and humor helps me embrace and cope with the unchangeable nature of life and death.

I don’t believe the death penalty is the answer. I’m a strong advocate for reform. I believe everyone deserves a chance to change, mostly because I’ve changed myself, and I want those around me to bounce back from the worst and grow into fathers, mothers, or even symbols of hope for others who have stumbled.

There are people like Charlie Kirk who were angry at the world, consumed by hate. Killing someone like that is the quick path. But the slower and more meaningful path, the one with a greater chance of creating lasting good, is changing their perspective. That could undo not only their hate, but also the hate of those who listen to them. Instead, by destroying them, we often create more fear and more hate.

I know many will say some people will never change, that they are incapable of seeing from the perspective of those they hate. And maybe that’s true. I admit, I struggle to understand fascists, and you might too. But if this conflict is ever going to truly end, it will take understanding, not killing.

Maybe I’m wrong. I just think life, all life, is precious. Some people throw it away through drugs, hate, or wasted time. The addict who never recovers dies with their potential unrealized. The person who clings to hate dies with nothing but bitterness. The real tragedy isn’t just their death, it’s the life they were given and chose to waste.

What happened was unfortunate, no one got through to him in time. Or nothing worked. Just like a heroin addict found dead with a needle in their arm. His hate put a bullet in his neck.

This is poetry

Probably had to put the sign up because one person was into that shit.

Ok, got any mountains?

No take 10 damage and tap a creature in play.

To be fair they never did put much thought into plausible living arrangements. They had an old guy just hanging out in a cave, no bed, no supplies. Just a sword and a couple torches.

Once empty. That’ll be worth $50-$75 on Craigslist or Facebook marketplace.

Thanks, I’m aware just thought it was mildly interesting to share. As soon as I saw it I grabbed a ladder to get that photo, so I was more than pumped they chose my tree to take a break. They are still around resting for the night.

I hope they picked the tree because we planted a lot of plants to attract monarch butterflies and milkweed which is currently in bloom. We get all sorts of pollinators and everyone is more than welcome. Would be fascinating if they stuck around.

That’s 4 years or 104 fortnights or 1,458+ poop socks.

To put that much time into something and say you don’t like, obviously it capture that person’s attention well beyond it’s intended shelf life. How can anyone improve on something that captured someone’s attention for four fucking years of playtime.

I want wealth to become Batman.

The more I learn about owls the less I understand about owls.

Dune everyone got lazy first than AI took over. Was like the fat humans in Wall-E into Terminator.

Similar issue, my wife knocked the kids rubber ducky into the toilet well flushing it. A complicated maneuver because she hit it with her elbow knocking the ducky off the top of the tank exactly as she hit flush. Had to auger it to the bottom of the toilet and than unbolt it from the floor and yank it out from the bottom hole because it wouldn’t go past the lip where the toilet met the drain. Honestly probably better it didn’t go into the pipes and get jammed somewhere else I suppose.

Guess I did all the way up to step 7?

And, yes I remind her of this folly regularly.

Maybe it’s American diets and not the plumbing.

But this guy…