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Cake day: June 22nd, 2023

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  • So yesterday was the 9/11 anniversary. There was also a school shooting on the same day this piece of human garbage was rightfully shot in the jugular. I read and scour the news every day and use Google News as an aggregator. So does my wife. You had to scroll down about 10-15 stories to even get to the school shooting, and I swear… I didn’t see much coverage about 9/11 at all. Not like they usually do every year. But here we are with Charlie Kirk’s stupid fucking face plastered everywhere as if he is someone to be admired. 9/11 and the aftermath of the war on terror DESTROYED this country. As far as I am concerned, the terrorists fucking won. All progress made up to that point began to faulter and collapse as the divisions between people beating the drums of war in that time and those that didn’t want to necessarily go to war or a multifront full scale war grew further and further. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back leading us to now, where a bigoted, misogynistic, homophobic, piece of shit like Charlie Kirk even makes the fucking headlines. What a fucking time to be alive.


  • So, can we call reaping what you sew getting “Charlie Kirked” now? Watching the media and Trump already canonizing this guy as a martyr is sickening. Seriously. “Oh… he got young people into politics… he was a cultural icon… what a tragedy…” Like, never mind that this piece of trash was just another bigoted mouthpiece for the establishment literally poisoning America. I don’t have any sympathy at all for him or the rest of his ilk. Fuck 'em all but six.







  • It was around the time that game L.A. Noir first came out. I ended up getting really sick with the flu and I was having these really vivid dreams where I was a detective investigating gruesome crime scenes and questioning suspects.

    Anyways, my girlfriend at the time worked a lot of odd hours and she had a late shift on one of the days I was sick. So I crawled in bed around 6 or 7 pm hoping I’d get to see her and be feeling a bit better when she got home at 11. I’m exhausted so I immediately fall asleep.

    So, I end up having another detective dream where I’m going over this murder scene where this lady was butchered in her kitchen. It’s even in black and white. I’m gathering evidence, questioning the neighbors and other passers by and talking with my partner who reminded me of Robert Stack from Unsolved Mysteries.

    While all this is going on I start hearing someone calling my name. Real light and slow like it’s far away. At this point I feel like I’m obsessed with the case and really closing in on a suspect. My partner and I stop to take a smoke break and go over some ideas when I hear my name called again only louder. At this point it’s been escalating louder, closer, and clearer for what seemed like an hour.

    I look at my partner and he’s reacting as if he heard it. So I ask him if the stress of the case was cracking me up or if he’d heard someone calling my name too. He just kinda wryly smiles as he looks down stamping out his cigarette under his polished black leather shoe and then just sort of chuckles to himself. He says, “Yeah… I heard it… I guess we’ll have to finish the case some other time.”

    I start to argue with him asking him what he means. We can’t stop now… we’re getting too close to an answer! That’s when he finally lifts his head, sort of tips his brimmed hat back, and looks me dead in the eye as he puts his hand on my shoulder. We stand there in silence for a second when we hear someone call my name again only louder and closer this time. That’s when he squeezed my shoulder and calmly yet sternly tells me “None of this matters, none of this is real… It’s time for you to wake up now.”

    I instantly shot up wide awake. It felt like I was pulled back into reality, like a rope literally tanked me upright in bed. Now, I’m sitting there just heavily breathing and sweating bullets when my girlfriend walked in and asked me how I was feeling and that she’d been trying to wake me up for like 5 minutes because she’s gotten some soup and crackers ready for me to try and eat.

    The whole experience was just so odd I couldn’t shake it for like a week. She’d been the one calling me but that 5 minutes in dream time felt so much longer. Also, it felt surreal how my partner seemed to have real agency and how it all felt so real.

    In the end, I never ended up having another detective dream or finishing the case. It’s like the facade of the dream world was shattered in that moment and my partner was kind of saying goodbye. I don’t know why I dreamed of a good man, friend , and partner like Stanford McCallister but I still wish I could thank him for waking me up.




  • I remember when Reddit threads would have 50000 plus comments on the regular that felt like real discussions where karma kept the assholes in control. The front page always felt full of new things and it felt democratic in a way. In recent years it feels empty, algorithmic, and just kind of sad. Reddit felt like a safe place even with some of the grimier subreddit becoming popular. Now it’s just a oligarch pandering Nazi sympathizer platform. I was on there for 12 years and am happy I left it behind.





  • Oh woe is me! Let’s clutch our pearls and feel so sorry for the incel tech lords and crypto bros that brought this maniac authoritarian regime into power because now they’re annoyed by his policies. Won’t someone please pray for their capital trusts, mansions, nepobabies, and yachts! How will they survive with billions in property and means to escape when the little people tire of their shit and burn it all down?

    Sarcasm aside I yearn for the day all these FAFO morons get utterly put in their places. Y’all got to ride high on extorting the working class and immigrant labor while you rubbed it in our faces. Fuck all of you, your lies, your fake unearned success, and your fake patriotism. Fuck all Nazis but six. Save them for pallbearers and when they’re done burying the dead feed them to the dogs.