TLDW: The moisture sensor might be on the right side of the microwave, and the bag was pointing left when the steam was released.
But that was definitely worth a watch.
TLDW: The moisture sensor might be on the right side of the microwave, and the bag was pointing left when the steam was released.
But that was definitely worth a watch.
Awkwardly attempt to join the conversation, only to be talked over mid-sentence by someone else, and so you wait for another lull. Attempt to start again, only to be interrupted again by someone else. Watch helplessly as the subject of the conversation drifts far from the point you were going to make. Minutes pass, and everyone is glad to be talking about something else. You let go of the moment, and resign yourself to remain quiet. Then someone says to you, “Oh, what were you going to say?”
Ok, but that doesn’t really narrow it down. Who should we be focused on?
You can’t be serious. This is some sort of elaborate counter-revolutionary psyop to make progressives seem like ineffectual dipshits, right? Nobody is this far up their own ass. I didn’t hear you out? What in the entire fuck are you talking about? Answer a question or shut up.
That’s why the Occupy Wall Street movement fizzled out. That, and some good ol’ fascism.
You didn’t ask because you presumed to know, and decided to dismiss my very basic and straightforward questions because you decided that I’m your enemy. If you feel “confronted” with questions like, “what do you hope to achieve?” and, “how will you know when you have achieved it?” then I suppose it’s a good thing you’d rather run from a discussion than engage in it. Imagine what would happen if I had actually disagreed with your cause.
How can I disagree with you when you cannot articulate what you want or how you’re going to get it? You can’t have allies if you don’t have a goal. And if you bothered to check my comment history here or on any social media site, you’d know where I stand on pretty much any issue. But go ahead and enjoy your tantrum. The world is a mess, and I won’t begrudge anyone a coping mechanism.
Those really ought to be simple questions to answer, whether you deem me worthy or not (whatever the fuck that means). Any successful movement should be able to answer them in just a few words. It took you more time to be dismissive and snarky than it would have to simply answer them. If you could, you wouldn’t need a civics lesson.
What do you think a national strike would accomplish? Who are you negotiating with? What are your demands? How are you going to convince the half of the country that elected Trump that striking is in their best interest?
Yes, that part was surprising and funny.
The couch cushions can be placed on the floor to sleep 3 small infants, and then three more infants can sleep on the exposed couch springs if you cover them with a blanket. Linens not provided, sleeps 7.
Ross Perot never had a real shot. The ruling parties would not have permitted it.
Only if he could find an anchor of some sort.
When someone shows you who they are, believe them.
Except when the votes literally aren’t counted.
Politics is marketing. Governing is the slow boring of hard boards. You only get there with dilligence, conviction, and commitment to the idea that you are planting the trees that will shade your grandchildren.
Seems like something a Russian propagandist would have at their fingertips.
Everyone who supports Putin getting his candidate elected by running a sham third oarty campaign that purports to oppose genocide while doing nothing to actually prevent it, is.
Agreed, those people are the best. But also, that’s a bit of a nightmare scenario, because now you have to decide if you’re going to risk saying something from five minutes ago, or decline the kindness and feel bad for rejecting the gesture.