I would say Poe’s Law isn’t in effect here as the majority of 196 instance users (posters NOT lurkers) are anti-heirarchy as a soft prerequisite to jiving and understanding the humor.
I’ll say this, have we tried Yassifying the Kleptocracy? I mean have we run the numbers???
Well that certainly is some words you just said. Enjoy your naivete while you still can. I hope Sweden is always so wonderfully safe feeling. That must be nice.
The OP is merely a joke. Probably. 196 is an intensely left-leaning shitposting culture.
Here in Sweden you won’t get arrested for protesting peacefully.
If you want to stage a protest you need permission from the police, they are required to grant it to you unless it can’t be done safely, then they can suggest a different location for the protest.
Wow I hope Sweden never has any sort of rightward turn that would suddenly leave your “right to protest” (“peacefully”) (with mum’s permission) very much in the air. I hope you never have to fear they ID’d you at an event where the police kettled things from a protest into a survival riot. I hope you never have to decide whether to pop your phone in a faraday bag. Take the battery out. Never need to hide your face from a government fond of making lists. Never fear gait recognition following you home thru a hundred CCTV cameras. The raid that comes in the night when you realize your freedoms were quite illusory. I hope your protest movement isn’t demonized by the media or arbitrarily designated a terrorist organization.
Fuck your shaming. We don’t protest for glory and clout. We protest because we are human. And some of us land immediately in the crosshairs unless we try to protect ourselves. Am I being hyperbolic? Ask the environmental movement the UK branded as terroristic for highlighting how close to extinction we are. Ask Cop City protestors. Ask Palestinian supporters in Germany. Ask BLM protestors who did nothing illegal and ended up in black vans being intimidated.
Grow up. Freedom isn’t free.
Latin is a gay language for academics and naval gazers
99% of democracies give up right before hitting it big and concentrating supreme power in the hands of a benevolent dictator.
Examine this change of logic. The democrats want a mandate from the people before they act antidemocratically? So that they can maintain the highground when they do an inherently lowdown thing? And they could do it now but they want a blue election first? Are you a snake eating its own tail?
Thank you! ERR UH Long days and pleasant nights, stranger!
Roland Deschain saves you from being harassed and mugged while you’re visiting the Big Apple and couldn’t get a cab after drinking with your girlfriends. With one hand missing half its features and the brutal butt of his antique looking pistol, he pummels the men to within an inch of their respective lives.
In 2011 in a movie theater, the homophobic ringleader of the men who hounded you, whose name is Geoff, goes to see Drive in theaters with his daughter and his daughters friend. They both think the lead actor is cute. That meticulous calm, that dread and serendipitous violence hidden behind the wistful eyes of the lead as portrayed by Ryan Gosling, stirs something in him. Geoff breaks down into tears remembering the girl he and his friends would’ve… one glance at his daughter and the girl she brought, No, he realizes, they’re in love, how did couldn’t I see that?
Geoff’s old shuddering limp returns, a reminder lain dormant all these years that the butt of the gun that shattered his L2 vertebra hadn’t just broken him for the rest of his youth. (Psychosomatic the doctor said. Bullshit, Geoff said. My ass still hurts.) It hadn’t just taken years of physical therapy. It hadn’t just wiped away the group of friends (shitheels, he realizes). That mad diseased looking cowboy motherfucker had saved his soul. He had given Geoff time to become someone else.
In your present, the whirling madness continued and by the end of it, you weren’t sure this interloper had even been in your life longer than that black-sounding-white guy song you heard in the bar. How did it go? Baby can you–? (But he’s a righteous man!) Baby can you dig-- (Righteous man!)
He crushes hands, he kicks a knee in. You see the ringleader, whose hate you could see shining right through his eyes, collapse into a broken heap on the sidewalk pavement, unable to move. But you know he is not dead because the ungodly wail that comes ripping through him makes you almost wish this had never happened. Wished you were a worm that had died in a rotten hole in the Big Apple.
“You,” the satanic cowpoke offers raggedly, “have received my aide and now I must ask of yours. I am dying and there’s a quest needs doing. Many things hang in the balance, worlds upon worlds.” Though he didn’t seemed strained during the fighting you realize now he was deathly sick to begin with.
The longer he talks, the more words he says, the more the hellish dream land he describes as his home country reminds you of where you came from. Even when there is nothing in parallel you ken his heartbreak and his resolve and he kens yours. You are enveloped in a grand quest to find some Dark Tower. He merits that there may be “iron in you yet” and you may even have “the makings of a Gunslinger they would have sent west in shame”. Your training begins as he leans on you more and more to hunt food and fend off wildlife.
As hard as it all is to bear, as alien and terrible as this world is, as cruel as he is, he is one of the only people who truly ever saw you.
He saw you very well.
Another of the Unfound Doors that let the savage dying cowpoke into your world approaches on the horizon like the black silhouette of an army marching in single file. Roland’s only chance of survival may be the antibiotics found in any American pharmacy on the other side. If there is someone like you, or utterly unlike you, you pontificate, it is by the Way of the Gun and in the name of Arthur Eld and the White that you must be there for them. Like he was for you.
And will you be there with him when he blows his horn at the foot of the Tower, when your Tet has lain waste to all that opposed you and your worn through moccasins grace the roses at Can’-Ka No Rey, the red fields you’ve begun to dream about? A sick feeling in your gut tells you that although he has come to love you and you him, father and daughter after a fashion, you are just one more cartridge to be sent into Ka’s wind. And that feels so sickeningly right.
You know that when he speaks the dozens, perhaps hundreds of names he’s sworn to speak before the threshold of the Dark Tower itself, your true name, the one you gave yourself all those years ago, will be among them. The word that means you will shake the foundations of existence itself.
I should have posted somewhere else for tech help, sorry @kingthrillgore.
Which are your favorite side factions and why? I love the Kings for obvious reasons but also the Chairmen for being uncomplicated (unlike the Kings) and committed to being a calm, chill casino operation and nothiing more.
Wow is that why YAD is so terrible. Literally put me off from using STL, its so slow. Thank yoooouuuu
Alas Im pretty attached to Mod Organizer 2.5s qol improvements and STLs script for MO2 is still installing 2.4 I think. Under Wine 9 MO2.5 runs but not games, under Proton 9 games run but not Mod Organizer. Im also playing GoG releases and trying to find out how to run them outside Proton since Proton is linked to Steam. Ill probably try Glorious Eggroll Wine next.
I like running MO2 because these specific kinds of headaches fill me with determination and I like seeing people cringe when I say that. Infinite issues xD
Which Wine are you on? 9.x or a something downstream?
With the Fallout show Ive been nostalgic for NV but Lemmy got me on this pinko commie operating system and I cant figure out how to make Wine, Steam, Proton, and Mod Organizer 2 all work together like a big happy family. DAE Science <50?
Surely the spell restores your functioning homeostasis priror to death rather than 3d printing some kind of magically made repository of all your “healthiest” body parts right? So surely gods and magic don’t care about your foreskin or untransing your gender.
PUT THAT ORC WOMAN BACK IN HER ASSIGNED SEX AT BIRTH BODY AND REINSTALL THAT BITCHES’ APPENDIX AND DORMANT CANCER TISSUE. MYRKUK DEMANDS THE RESTORATION OF THE APPENDIX.
Why do you tolerate the moving of your countrymen into any camp?
Out of sight out of mind? There is no such thing. Any time we are dealing with undesirables, it’s out of sight and dead. That’s why we scream genocide. Historically, that’s how it starts.
Homes for the homeless. Never camps. Never “tent cities.”
When the beat drops I’m going to fucking kill myself.
Honest question: What is a tier 1 city?
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