No, he’s correct. Jesus directly referenced what we know as Easter traditions in the Bible:
“While they were eating, Jesus took a box of Peeps, and when he had given thanks, he broke them apart and gave them to his disciples, saying, “Take and eat; they’re honestly not that bad.”
We all know he got hospitalized this weekend. I’m expecting a press conference to announce he died Friday but miraculously came back this morning. His fanbase will eat it up.
Hmm, perhaps Sam Altman is just a Ba’al clone?
Starlink is Elon, Starship is Mickey Thomas, Stargate is Ra.
Still scales. It’s the public toilet of the internet. Not entirely clean, you might want to hover. FB is the toilet with diarrhea splatters all over the seat. Twitter is the one that didn’t flush and flooded the floor with turds. 4chan is the overflowing porta-potty at the county fair warming shit like it’s a greenhouse.
I think you’re right no one else had the personality to form the cult, but the behind the scenes player have gotten where they need to be and are embedded enough they don’t need what follows to be another Trump. Elon is too egotistical to control, Vance has no charisma but will comply (better than Pence did). It won’t matter if the cult dissolves, they played their part, and even their objections won’t matter.
Validating that I was being abused. Everybody else either didn’t want to talk about it, told me I was the problem, or justified it. I had become self-destructive because I didn’t know what I was. Was I crazy? I was pretty sure i was the victim, but maybe I had brought it on myself. Maybe it was in my head. Maybe what was happening was normal and my expectations were off. Being told what was happening was indeed what I thought was going on and to build a support network to get out was life-changing. I mean, I’m still a fucking mess, but less of one. Probably need to fix my sleep schedule.
Doesn’t that make is a Burger Fuhrer?
On April Fools Day? I’m expecting mild pranks, like TP’ing Bezo’s house, ding-dong-dash a Elon’s, and maybe a few car bombs at the data centers.
Post-nut clarity is not just for the straights. You can get PNC after fucking other dudes, or even after fucking one’s self.
When I was in high school our math teacher took us out to the corner of the school property to count cars for a real life statistics lesson. The lawn was covered in clover and she offered extra credit to anyone who found a four-leaf clover. That’s the day she discovered four-leaf clovers aren’t that uncommon.
Her: “Babe, just use the map.”
Him: “I know what I’m doing!!!”
/proceeds to furiously grind her vulva into her pelvic bone
See, there it is! You still care enough that when your pride is poked you’ll take action and defend yourself. You’re not entirely apathetic. Dare I say… there’s hope for you yet?
IDK. You did seem to recognize that you were getting shamed, so either you took a shot in the dark and were right or you read it. But, I’d rather type bullshit than sit at home like a chickenshit.
No, you’re apathetic, I assume you can’t be troubled to read.
I down to see the mutants, the zombies, the hot rod racing war bands, the increasingly intelligent apes. But if it just ends up being cancer and eating rats… meh, I’ll bail.
For me it would really depend on the context.
I had an abusive mother and self-harmed, a lot. By my teenage years I was bouncing back and forth between self-harm and realizing I was not insane, my mom was an abuser, and starting to find adults and peers who would listen to me and recognize it. I also discovered I could channel my feelings through writing and art, that catharsis of expressing my feelings in a healthy was rather than just turning them back on myself.
As an adult, is it worth noting when a young person starts expressing themselves like that; absolutely. Shit’s rough, it can get overwhelming, and a lot of young people cut their journey short intentionally or recklessly trying to deal with it. Sometimes it’s just a young person piercing the veil and figuring out the world isn’t all it’s cracked up to be and venting their disillusion. Other times it’s hopelessness. As an adult I’d like to think I could figure out which it is; commiserate with a youth about the bullshit but have the wisdom to know when to know when to intervene.