This. It breaks my heart that my family pushed me so hard to follow the teachings of Christ, and somehow this living symbol of greed, gluttony, thievery, adulterous behavior, and any other imaginable sin, has became their leader.

Thou shall not do shit unless it’s Donald Trump doing said shit.

I was warned about the promises of the Antichrist when I was a kid, and I swear to god my whole family would stand in line for a week to get the mark of the beast on their forehead if Donald Trump said it was the mark of I love religion and Jesus ™ for only $599.99.

They’re constantly hounding me to take my kids to their church like I’d be the one to send them to hell if there was such a place. They used to preach about love. The same church goes on about “trannies” and “the gays” and how the world is going to hell now.

Now there’s a fake political ad going around where the audio is edited to have a heckler scream “Jesus is lord” and Harris says something like, “you guys are at the wrong rally”. What the heckler really said was, “you lie!”

Doesn’t matter, goddamnit. That shit should be illegal. How is it legal to edit audio for a political ad and lie outright?

Yeah but it’s one thing to be a fiscally conservative Republican who believes with all of his heart that his hard work got him everything he has because he worked hard and just fails to see his luck. It’s another to be a cult of personality republican, Donald Trump worshipping fascist.

I guess it’s easier for me to relate to those folks because I came from their world. I (a dirt poor nobody exploited by my wealthy family since I was old enough to talk) have seen what these people believe. They aren’t bad people, they’ve just been very lucky and they don’t get it.

My millionaire uncle for example; If I were to call him right now and tell him I was desperate, he’d do whatever I asked. He’d want me to do some kind of work for it because that is virtue to him. He isn’t a bad guy, he just has a system of values that don’t align with mine. That’s fine. It’s all well and good.

There is a difference between lucky rich kid republicans and Christo-fascist Donald Trump worshipping republicans.

I forget who said it, but there was once a Republican who was concerned with preachers taking over the party. Well. That happened. The god they worship and preach on behalf of is Trump. Allah bless the ones who aren’t like that and are willing to go against beliefs they hold close to their hearts in opposition to fascism. Seriously.

I knew what he’d say though. He’s made it clear through his actions what he wants.

If I worked at Apple, I’d hire you right here, right now.

Lucky you. It’s my goddamn chair and door haha.

Man, I had Frets on Fire loaded with every song imaginable. I loved that shit.

I got Clone Hero recently and I love it, but my time with the ol’ hero games has passed.

What if a poor woman is on her pee rod and cancels in anger before we put her on the phone with our best beggar?

She’ll need to sign right back up the next week when her pee rod anger is gone.

Think of the poor woman.

And what about dudes? No get laid for a month and start getting cranky. What if been kicked in the nuts and cancel in anger?

Think of the poor shattered test tickle.

Be consumer friendly, please. Think of the children with no inner net bcuz cancel was too easy for drunk parents.

Think of the poor child.

You tell ‘em, Quark!

Like when your mother and I conceived you.

No one believed I was your father.

…because I wasn’t.

I remember when you didn’t have to type carefully in the comments.

I had my comments removed over and over again on a video about Kurt Cobain recently. I had to type something like, “When he decided to take a vacation away from the planet earth with a traditional 20th century raygun that fired ammunition meant for birds rather than rays or lasers meant for people and space aliens.”

Meanwhile, “the Jews control all information and have space lasers and and and they put chemicals in the water that turn the frogs gay” and the like doesn’t get removed.

What a world.

And besides, he’s probably had to be treated for stds multiple times recently and just doesn’t want the world to know.

I mean, he was hanging around with that walking genital wart Laura Loomer recently.

Me too. I worked in a call center in the mid 2000s and you couldn’t hear yourself think for it. Everyone was told to turn them off but no one did. Every text, every call, the Razr made her call into the headsets.

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Holy shit I was thinking about it and decided to google. Just wanted to come back and share this with you. There were around 400 bears in the state of West Virginia 40 years ago. I said I never seen them as a kid but I see them constantly now. Well, today the population is around 14,000. That’s crazy.

I agree with you about bear meat. I’ve had it once in my life and I enjoyed it. My cousin, the dude who killed it, didn’t make a trophy out of it. He used everything that could be used.

Would I kill a bear? No. But do I think limited hunting is evil? Also no. I’m not for wholesale slaughter of bears, that’s for sure.

I never even seen a bear in Appalachia during my childhood, not one. Good hunting laws have made it so I’ve lost count of how many I’ve seen in my adult life. They’re everywhere, including carrying trash bags out of my cans.

The point of “perverse incentives” is that the plan doesn’t create a solution at all and isn’t remotely effective because it can can lead to things like some dude catching young females and throwing them in an enclosure with a male, letting them go once they’re pregnant, actively kill off the produced males, and repeat with the females.

If you tell a city to bring in dead rats for a reward, someone is going to start breeding rats in his basement.

Edit:

To make it clear, I’m for no tag limit, but I worry about rewards. Let the sadists go wild with blood. :p Not that I think hunters are sadists, it just takes a different kind of person to massacre on a scale like that.

Oh man you just took me back. I was dirt poor as a kid and my mom always busted her ass to get us the latest Nintendo, but we usually only got a couple games. We rented and borrowed the rest.

Anyway.

I went with my step brother to his grandpa’s house one day. He said nothing to prepare me for the glory I was about to see. When we came through the door his grandpa greeted us and said, “Jason, take your brother to the game room.”

We walked down into the basement and there in the coolest, most badass, teen movie room, was this giant rear projection TV. There on the floor sat a console I had never seen before. The original PlayStation with the original controllers and Nascar Racing. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I swear to god I said, “OH MY GOD IT LOOKS REAL!” We played Tomb Raider. I just kept jumping into the pool. Mortal Kombat Trilogy, man what a game.

That Christmas two of my closest friends got the N64. One showed me Doom, the other Mario 64.

I ended up with the N64, my best friend got the PlayStation.

I’d love to go back for a day just to hang out with him. I wish he’d lived to see the graphics of today. Shit, if he’d made it long enough to see The Last of Us I’d be stoked.

Stuff, duh!

I had an amazing collection of Dreamcast games. I paid squat for them. Nobody wanted them and I got them all for next to nothing at a local game shop. Games that are very rare today, I paid like 6 bucks for.

My best friend and I played regularly when we were roommates in the mid 2000s.

He got married and moved out. One day he said, “Hey bro, can I borrow your Dreamcast and games so I can play them and bond with my stepson?” “Sure man, just take care of them.”

I heard from a mutual friend that he moved so I called him and asked him about my Dreamcast. “Oh I’m sorry bro, it got left at the old place and I have no idea what happened to it.”

I still randomly have a desire to go to his house and ask him to show me something he takes pride in and then break it before his eyes.

We’re talking thousands of dollars now. Grrrr. Not that I’d sell them, but that’s part of why I’m so damn angry about it.

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I’ll never forget it.