It’s ruined for them too. The stuff they love is also doomed to fall apart; sooner than they think. Sooner than most people are willing to admit. Good luck to whatever life remains.

Petty in a very child minded way, like a 10 year old bully. This is the next 4 years. Petty, greedy children ruining everything.

Just like men do to women online. It’s almost like we’re an absurd ape species that didn’t evolve to appropriately handle the social tech we devised for ourselves. So much of online fighting is fake as hell too. What a stupid fucking ape creature we are.

Amazing powers of camouflage and body manipulation are the consequences of sin? I best get sinning like a mother fucker then!

Actually, for everyone. The rich absolutely depend on the poor to sustain their lifestyle. They are basically pampered housecats thinking themselves rulers. When the poorest start to buckle from the pressures of climate change, it’ll cause damage through all classes. When things start to collapse, everything will collapse. It’s why the rich constantly bug their survival gurus on how to keep people obedient without a functioning economy. The answer is you can’t.

No one is escaping. You either die before it gets bad or you die because of how bad it’s getting. The very best case scenario for the rich is a lonely existence surrounded by death; waiting for the world to finish them off as well.

We are entering the opening notes of humanity’s swan song.

Looks fake

Your fault dipshit.

Oddly enough, on official paperwork that asks for height, I have to put what I used to be. That was 6’1. Hasn’t been true for a decade, but when I question it, I get a shoulder shrug in response. My dating profile clearly stated how I’m disabled. My ID says I’m 6’1. That’s bureaucracy for you.

It is pathetic. I lost my damn legs as a single father in my mid 30s. I was worried I would no longer be able to successfully date at all. I dated just fine and eventually met my wife. Turns out that treating women as fully independent human people worthy of the same respect I wanted goes a long way. If you’re an alt right chud who can’t get laid, it’s not your looks. Take it from a half man; It’s who you are and how you see women.

This is a meme for 12 year old boys who think the way they like to press buttons is somehow being the top. We’re apes staring at a screen and smacking buttons for dopamine hits. No more, no less.

Just talking to you in the same manner you talk to others. You don’t seem to like it. You should maybe reflect on that.

Lol, you speak as if you’re the only asshole who figured out that life has no inherent value. I’m many years past that realization. Basically, I figured all that crap out as a child. Tons of people do. You don’t have any manner of superior logic. You have the same value as a random single celled organism.

That means we are all free. If nothing matters, then I decide what matters and no one will convince me differently. Thus, I have lived a life being part of large groups working to improve the meaningless lives of as many people as possible. We often work against violent minded dipshits who talk a lot like you do actually. People who never moved beyond the simple teenage mindset you typed out. You make accusations of perpetual online bitching. I think you’re just telling on yourself. You need to get out more champ. I’m actually out there doing real work to improve lives. I highly doubt you are. Grow up

Fucking chat bots convinced enough dipshits to stay home that our country was taken by fascists. Humanity is doomed.

Luke Skywalker? Might as well tell everyone that Clifford the big red dog overcame adversity, or curious George faced challenges. Don’t be patronizing.

Yeah yeah. Conservatives are gormless. I already knew this.

Been a decade now.

I doubt I was always aware, but from my memory, I usually was. It was like being trapped in a puppet body, unable to change a single thing. I tried to wrest control over and over. I went crazy fighting to gain any manner of control. Eventually I just tried to get my heart to stop so I could die a true death and escape that way.

My assumption is that what I was feeling was surgeries as anesthesia started to wear off and before they could safely dose me down into dreamless black again. From my perspective, this meant shifting from one nightmare to the next. Sometimes I would get ripped apart over and over. Other times I would drown for hours or die of thirst and hunger on a loop.

I had a few pleasant dreams. The one I remember most was where I was lying on a slab and Robin Williams was singing songs from his movies to comfort me. I had this sense I was about to actually die, and by that time I was very comfortable with that. It was peaceful and I was ready. Turns out my body wasn’t. I got about as close to death as you can get without my heart stopping. Many of my organs shut down, but never my heart.

Lots of imagery from games and movies cobbled together to shape the horrors that assaulted me. The ape things that ripped me apart in some nightmares were more or less a combo between the grey apes from congo and goro from mortal combat with a shovel shaped head. Laughable sounding in the waking world. Terrifying beyond words when I knew what they could do to me.

The main epiphany I came away with is that true death is not as scary as you might think. Fates worse than death are a thing and I have a living will to prevent going through one ever again. My relationship with death is much more cordial these days. I do not rush to embrace it, but when my time comes, I will go at ease because I never forgot the peace I felt during the Robin Williams dream. At the very end, the only thing waiting is rest eternal.

I was in an induced coma for a month after my accident. It was a horrific experience that traumatized me severely. Tons of nightmares I could feel. Constantly shifting from one to another without sense or reason. No consistency, no mercy, lucid but unable to make change. No escape. I feared I wasn’t actually in reality when I truly woke up at first. I kept fearing another shift. I died countless horrific deaths and lost my mind in there.

In researching coma dreams and nightmares in others, I see similar themes. Not always terrible, but always shifty ridiculous dream logic. The dreaming mind is not a realm of coherency telling a long story with a super clear thread. It is an ocean of ideas, fears, thoughts and needs that crash and clang together. In a single night you can have a fragment of a dream you remember that kinda sorta makes sense, but stuck in there for extended times? Chaos reigns.

Having a hobby in a price gouging capitalist hellscape.

Your pro genocide stance has been noted.

If you want to engage those bad faith accounts, don’t respond to the Gaza thing; that’s a trap. Instead, ask about other issues like climate issues, housing issues, food insecurity problems, etc. ask them what their third party candidate has planned for that and ask for evidence of these plans. They’ll move goalposts and attempt to get back on Gaza. Keep them coming back to those other issues that affect Americans daily. Many of those accounts are here to derail conversation. Derail them in turn and force the conversation back on track.

Or do what I do and downvote then block, then post the occasional reminder that most of those accounts are bad faith at best.