John Calvin is one of the elect… elected to go to hell!

Thank you for your kindness. I’m not sure if I’ll successfully act on it, but it’s good to be reminded that the headspace that’s destroying me is wrong.

Given the subject matter, you could say it’s a prolapse in Maoist Standard English.

I’ll have to look into that. I suspect I might be autistic or schizoid, but doctor-wise I’m not sure where to look for help with that. The last time I went looking for that kind of help the mental health evaluator pressured me into going to rehab because I decided to answer the substance use related questions honestly for once. Granted, I am an alcoholic and marijuana addict, so it’s not like they were wrong, but after over 3 months of being clean and sober the only thing that feels different is that I have fewer ways to cope. I’m what AA would call a dry drunk; I didn’t even want to get sober in the first place.

It’s like those assholes that bully overweight people for even going to the gym: the point is that they enjoy cruelty and hurting people, and prime them to be hurt more.

I read it more as the equivalent to bullying the obese who never even bother trying to go to the gym (incidentally also the case with me outside the analogy as well). But yeah, there’s no denying that that kind of view hurt me way more than it ever helped me.

Part of what sucks is that I’m currently incapable of motivating myself any other way. Back when I was eating well and exercising regularly and thrusting myself into social events even when I didn’t want to, it was a burning self-hatred that kept me going. It’s like I’m incapaple of tasting the carrot no matter how many I’m rewarded, but I can still feel the stick, making it the only option.

Banish the “OrganizeOrDie” inside of you. Like Pete Walker wrote about in his books, remember always that “inner critic” that abusers put there, and gradually practice shouting it down whenever it pops up, confronting it and challenging the hurtful bullshit spewing out of it, standing up for yourself until it gets smaller and eventually fucks off.

The most difficult part of this for me is that I was barely put down by other people in my life and that, as far as I can tell at least; my negative views about myself were largely absorbed in a kind of cultural osmosis from many disparate sources several degrees of separation from me. I’d find myself hating myself even when everyone in my immediate circles liked me, or at least weren’t bothered by me. The inner critic used to shout at me with my own voice years ago, which made it easier to pinpoint and fight against, but for the past several years it’s resorted to more covert methods of attacking me.

I do have an amazing puppy.

I’m guessing “intact” is meant to be “in fact”.

And that’s because SpaceX at least try to minimise pollution (both light and radio). Not successfully, but it’s minimised.

The Chinese don’t give a fuck, just like they don’t give a fuck who their toxic rockets land on when launched over their own people.

I hate liberals.

A real life preemptive last resort.

You are correct. Orwell sucked and all, but saying he admired Hitler is at best stretching the meaning of his words and at worst outright slander; I see this take way too often in tankie spaces.

That said, I do find it kinda weird that he found Hitler having a persecution complex “deeply appealing”. I think most well adjusted people would find Hitler to be a pissy little insufferable brat even if he didn’t do the Holocaust.

I should like to put it on record that I have never been able to dislike Hitler. Ever since he came to power—till then, like nearly everyone, I had been deceived into thinking that he did not matter—I have reflected that I would certainly kill him if I could get within reach of him, but that I could feel no personal animosity. The fact is that there is something deeply appealing about him. One feels it again when one sees his photographs—and I recommend especially the photograph at the beginning of Hurst and Blackett’s edition, which shows Hitler in his early Brownshirt days. It is a pathetic, dog-like face, the face of a man suffering under intolerable wrongs. In a rather more manly way it reproduces the expression of innumerable pictures of Christ crucified, and there is little doubt that that is how Hitler sees himself. The initial, personal cause of his grievance against the universe can only be guessed at; but at any rate the grievance is here. He is the martyr, the victim, Prometheus chained to the rock, the self-sacrificing hero who fights single-handed against impossible odds. If he were killing a mouse he would know how to make it seem like a dragon. One feels, as with Napoleon, that he is fighting against destiny, that he can’t win, and yet that he somehow deserves to. The attraction of such a pose is of course enormous; half the films that one sees turn upon some such theme.

– Review of Adolf Hitler’s “Mein Kampf”

Ah. I didn’t know that canola was a type of cabbage.

There’s a cabbage related use of the r-verb that’s non-offensive?

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With internet use becoming more and more mandatory in modern society, what choice do we have? Obviously communist revolution is the long term solution, but I don’t know what we can do besides take steps to mitigate the worst effects in the meantime.

Arguably better than even books. It forces people to be social and have good memory.

What a lot of simplistic crap

I HATE LIBERALS I HATE LIBERALS I HATE LIBERALS I HATE LIBERALS

Freetube works as well.

Holy shit the comments on that article are terrible.