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Attention Kmart Shoppers…
The maoist uprising against the landlords was the largest and most comprehensive proletarian revolution in history, and led to almost totally-equal redistribution of land among the peasantry.
acidic salty sour goes with eggs. this is an eternal law of eggs, a cultural universal.
ketchup is the quick and easy. some kind of thick tomato based sauce is the classic. from huevos rancheros to menemen/shakshouka to chinese tomato egg stir-fry / jia chang cai, everybody does this and loves it. except the dumbass angloid gas bags that put the gas in gastronomie, tripping over their own dicks finding expensive and labor intensive ways to keep eggs bland.
it was an extremely stupid show, except for it introducing me to Jason Matsokas aka Rafi. that guy is fucking hilarious.
it’s drilled in to us repeatedly as children and young adults, a fundamental misunderstanding of how it works. it doesn’t help that tax payment is unnecessarily complicated to create an industry of tax preparers who lobby to keep the process unnecessarily complicated. so you end up with working people in their 40s who literally have no idea how any of it works, but just repeat anecdotes from others as though they are facts.
I sat in a college level basic law course where the in house counsel for a public agency just straight up lied about estate taxes, with complete conviction.
if you keep everybody ignorant and confused about policy you can advocate for reforms that don’t fix anything.
the toilet kitchen has almost limitless functionality.
you have died from
The Red Charles
when I quit (4.5 years ago) I got into crafting. something to do with my hands and head. sculpy, crappy paints, canvas, sand paper and little wood, boxes, stain.
so when I felt the pull for a smoke break, I would instead fiddle with something and maybe do a little work on it.
it was clutch to have like a desk area just for works in progress and their materials, because it makes starting and stopping easy.
I heard 3 weeks for full physical independence from addiction. everything after is about new habits.
one of the random things that helped me was washing all of my clothes and jackets, etc, so they smell nice. when the sense of smell returns, it’s crazy how potent cig smoke is.
they should take away his gun and make him carry a wooden one. his modified duty should be patrolling an automated sewage plant for federal minimum wage.
once a year, everyone from his old beat is allowed to vote on a representative from the community to pistol whip him on video.
after 5 years of this, he is promised that the modified duty will end. and it does, with him getting fired and losing his pension and his reaction to finding this out is recorded on video and played back with air horns and confetti.
“Hey everybody. Just a quick clarification about army policy: do NOT get caught.”
“OK, thanks for that. Important safety tip.”
lol, I had to look it up I can’t imagine how fucked the comments are on shit like this:
Hi, I am Bam Margera and this “Sunkin’ Phil’s Dunk.”
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it’s insane to me how normalized it is for our elections to be so completely garbage. I fully understand that any streamlining of the process is against the class interests of the bourgeoisie that benefit from how opaque, overly complex, and undemocratic they are.
but Jesus Christ. it somehow takes a heroic effort to make even the most basic change to the ballot, but I can order the most absurd configurations of a several distinct tacos on a phone app and pay for it in like 4 minutes with a timestamped digital receipt in two places and multiple records of the transaction for the vendor and the financial institution.
the way the drew the lowercase a’s in Sigma and Omega is bothering me.
lol. bizarrely, if muted, this guy gives me ASMR. I could watch hours of this and be in a trance.
“Behold, it is I… your King. Gaze upon me and dance in eternal despair.”
I priced it out once, because I got way into dry goods earlier this year. a massive serving of rice purchased by the bag is like 12 cents, a belly busting amount of dried black beans is around 25 cents. there’s also kidney beans, and a world of lentils. I prefer red lately.
straight up unflavored beans and rice is kinda buttcheeks, but there are several routes to go with it: creole/cajun, meijicano, cuban, etc and it’s all just a nickle and dime worth of seasoning and actually buying a fresh pepper, onion, etc, which to be sure is gonna be a few bucks.
it takes stability and an investment of time, effort, and money (spices, equipment) to build up the kitchen infrastructure to support making “beans and rice” from scratch a few different ways or to holster few basic lentil-based curries, but they’ll stretch meals way out. and, I dunno, even when I eat too much beans and rice, it’s never made me feel like shit afterwards, lol.
I moved up north from the south, so I’m just like, “hell yeah, layers of cozy clothes, slithering around in the lengthening shadows, holding warm cups of tea.” the sun is an oppressive killer god and I am escaping from the sight of its burning, angry eye.
if these people ate plant fiber every once in a while, they wouldn’t be so pale from the constant shivering dumps.
personally, if I was a party operative, fixer, or machine boss, I would go ahead and find out if there could possibly be any photo of a prospective candidate in blackface. and if it was possible, I would deny them access to the ticket.
I really don’t get how this continues to happen. like I was an adult in 2006 and “let’s go to the party in blackface” was not a thing people were doing.