Keeping it a buck with you brodie I don’t think I’m anywhere near online enough to get that reference
My camaraderie is earned, not given.
https://readsettlers.org/ || Never surrender, never retreat.
Keeping it a buck with you brodie I don’t think I’m anywhere near online enough to get that reference
So listen up, boy; or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today.
Begin again; in the night…
I’m anticipating another, specifically Black-targeted one when the public knows more about what Sean Combs was doing behind the scenes (I’ve already been hearing jokes about ‘world so woke we had a white Epstein and a Black one’ and that weirdo ain’t even been in the clink a full week yet); and this time it’ll probably work because church-going Black folk, especially Baptists, can always be counted on to be the first to mislead when they find out their kids aren’t straight.
Source: was capital-O Ostracized at 14.
Yup. Still a thing, and another wave is definitely on its way.
Then that motherfucker’s going to spread a plague, ain’t they? Not mine. You motherfuckers are going to learn that we don’t do free camaraderie and entitlements to respect. Shown nothing, proven nothing, and still out here with your hands out.
Camaraderie is not given freely. Respect is not given freely. I’m tired of being talked down to people who claim to be on my side while contributing to the shit that has fucked up me and my family’s entire life for the last almost half decade now.
This right fucking here. Too many motherfuckers believe they’re just entitled to camaraderie while having only shown and proven their asses. We not doin that.
Again: what comrade? Not mine.
Do you feel that comment was productive?
I stand ten toes down on what I said. If people really want to take up for anti-maskers, if people really wanna smug and optics politic how I feel about petri dish-assed settlers, the I give less than zero fucks what happens to them after that point because how dare they call themselves my comrade?
When someone shows me who they are, I believe them; and if someone tells me they’re my comrade while espousing mindsets that could kill my loved ones, then no the fuck they are not; and I’ll handle them like I would any other reactionary from that point forward.
Nowhere am I standing up for them.
Nor do I think you do; made slight edits to emphasize that the ‘you’ in my bit there is a hypothetical quantity, not meant to call you to the front directly on that.
Back on my Baldur’s Gate bullshit. Massively cleaned up my modlist, since there was still a bunch of kludgy bullshit from pre-patch 2 in there, and relishing this gunslinger mod I found. Like, I’m the thembo at the table who constantly drafts arcane cowboys for the pathfinding and dungeoneering; so getting to introduce proper revolvers to faerun is scratching such a heavy weird west itch right now.
Amerika stands for what it’s always stood for: indiscriminate bloodshed of anyone darker than piano ivory, on a scale that’d make Genghis Khan blush.
Yours might be one of the only replies in this thread I plan to reply to, because I plan to massively cut down on how much I interact with this fed. I have no further faith in the moderation here, and lost a good deal of respect for a good number of regulars here in the doing.
I do want to say, wishing COVID on someone isn’t cool.
This is maybe the only place where I could see one having a genuine issue; and y’know what? That’s fine that that’s your take.
I’ve already had to watch it ravage my community. There’s people I knew that don’t come around anymore. Became agoraphobic. That’s not even talking the people that did die in my community, and their families still feel those holes to this day. Most of the people in my personal orbit, I thank the divinities I pray to every day that they survived-- but not a one came away without something permanent left behind. Brainfog, asthma-resembling hacking fits, compromised immune systems, the works. I wouldn’t feel so comfortable saying what I did to someone if I didn’t already know, down to the scars at the bottoms of my lungs, what this disease does to the people who are lucky enough to have survived it.
Way I see it, if (the hypothetical) you’re going to be as indifferent to death as to take up for anti-maskers, I’m going to be indifferent to what happens to (the hypothetical) you, because there is nothing that can unite us at that point. In fact, it’s my hope that surviving a tribulation like that might actually inspire a level of understanding of why I approach this the way I do; but gods only know I’m already out of reasons to unite with the average settler so it is what it is.
“How did one straw break the camel’s back? Here’s the secret: the million other straws underneath it.”
Edits for clarity.
Don’t remind me.