Lost_My_Mind

If we're all just doing things without authority, why does it even need a legalized justification? Home Depot sells dog cages and padlocks.

Steam just apperently cut off support for windows 7. I better still be able to launch the games I paid for. At least offline. I haven't tried yet. I only bought a few games.

.......omg that sounds AMAZING!!! I haven't even played any of those games. But like, your friend playing trucking simulator, and you play farming simulator. You grow corn. He trucks it.

It would have made more sense if they were of Japanese ancestry, but still an American citizen who grew up during WWII era.

Although, if that HAD been the case, they wouldn't be posting here. Because they'd be dead.

......I'm just now realizing that enough time has passed that statement doesn't have the same impact it should. I'm not talking about old age. I'm talking about how the united states would gather AMERICAN CITIZENS who have comitted no crimes whatsoever, send them to camps, and have them mass killed/arrested. Everybody talks about Hitlers camps, nobody talks about America doing the EXACT SAME THING, ROUGHLY AT THE SAME TIME!!!

Oh, me? No, I'm not of Japanese ancestry. I just like calling out Americas bullshit, because so many people like to think it's some high and mighty better than thou place which can do no wrong. It was founded by slave holders who claimed all men are created equally. It was then held for about 150 years before women were seen as anything more than property who weren't allowed to vote. It routinely throughout history told it's citizens what it means to be normal, and a real American. Anything else was considered unpatriotic, and unpatriotic people were the enemy. Do the McCarthy years sound firmiliar?

And now, we stand on the doorstep of a new presidency, of a man who self identifies as a fascist dictator, who has held public admiration for places like North Korea, and Russia, for their leaders ability to go unchecked. It would be one thing if this were a sneaky coup. Some one individual somehow someway snuck his way into power which is so often the case with dictators throughout history. But no. This was chosen. This was the American electoral collage giving him a landslide win, AND getting the popular vote. America wants this. America wants to go down this same path that we have gone down many times before, and each generation eventually comes to the conclusion that it's bad.

And no group is immune. You can't say "This is only white men who voted for him". No, this is men, women, whites, blacks, latinos, arabs, asains, everybody. This is EVERYBODY. We have chosen a road of fascism. We have told the world "THIS is what America is."

And for that, no. I will not consider myself a patriot who stands for the values and beliefs of this country, when those beliefs are that we all should bow down and accept our place in life.

FUCK

THAT.

Damn this is gonna be a hard 4 years ~~checking for onion.~~

FTFY.

"...is.....is this......oh, ok. No, it's not real. It's just skating REAL razor thin to reality." It's like when you slice a tomato so thin you can see through it.

Yeah, for the next few months. I strongly suspect that trumps cabinet is about to target libraries, and internet archive, and wikipedia, and any other place thats home to free information.

.......I feel like I want to counterpoint, but I got nothin. My brain instead want to combine Apollo 13, and that movie where Tom Hanks is stuck on an island talking to a beach ball.

But also, I want it to be a liscensed Gilligan's Island parody. I want it to be like he's stuck on the island for an hour before he finds Gilligan. Then he realizes there's 7 other people who've been watching him this whole time. They were like "Oh, we're not going near that guy. He's fucking NUTS! You see that? He cut his hand, just to make a handprint on that volleyball in his own BLOOD. Now he talks to it, and argues with it, and has sex with it......this dude is nuts."

And he comes running up like "HEYGUYSYAGOTTAHELPMEI'MANASTRONAUTWHOFELLFROMTHESKYANDMYOTHERTWOASTRONAUTCOPILOTSDIEDINTHECRASHANDNOWIVEBEENEATINGBAMBOOANDTALKINGTOAVOLLEYBALLFORSIXWEEKSBECAUSEITSLONELYHERE!!!"

And Gilligan would be like "Did you catch that, skipper?"

And the skipper would say "No Gilligan. I didn't. I don't speak crazy!"

And Gilligan would say "He said.....

HEY GUYS YA GOTTA HELP ME I'M AN ASTRONAUT WHO FELL FROM THE SKY AND MY OTHER TWO ASTRONAUT COPILOTS DIED IN THE CRASH AND NOW IVE BEEN EATING BAMBOO AND TALKING TO A VOLLEYBALL FOR SIX WEEKS BECAUSE IT'S LONELY HERE."

And skipper would hit Gilligan with his hat and say "That's not what he said, Gilligan! How would you ever understand him???"

And Tom Hanks would say "No, he got it right. Word for word actually."

And the Gilligan would say "See skipper??? I understood!"

And skipper would roll his eyes and say "Oh, yes. I forgot. YOU speak crazy...."

Then the professor would pop out of a bush, and say "Oh, hey guys. Just wanted you to know I've invented a fully automated sex robot from nothing but coconuts and fish."

While Mr Howel is hurrily running across screen like "Dibs!!!"

Make it so!

My grandmother died last year at the age of 103. I'm 41. I can remember being a kid, before she became too old to maintain the house she raised 4 kids in. It was a BIG house. It had a HUGE backyard, that as a kid I didn't have any appriciation for how massive that place was. Now, today, I remember the 80s, and think "wait......was my grandpa rich before he died?" I was 5 when he died, but he picked out the house in the 1960s, that she then lived alone in after he died. All her children were adults with their own children by then.

The end result is, she said to my grandpa "I don't care what you do inside the house. I don't care how you decorate. I don't care what furniture you buy. I just want a comfortable bed, and that backyard is MINE." My grandpa, who HATED maintaining the outdoors, readily agreed to this. It meant she would do the yardwork that men of the time were mostly expected to do. While he got the house to himself (mostly). She used the backyard to grow a garden. A big garden. Lived in the city, but you'd swear this was a farmland with no animals.

Everytime I'd go over to her house as a kid, I'd run to the garden and pick off beans. These long pod style green beans. And these other green beans which were more narrow.

I'd eat them right where they were growing. And every time my dad would be like "HEY!!! THAT'S NOT YOUR GARDEN!!! YOU CAN'T JUST EAT THINGS FROM THE GARDEN!!! I'M YOUR DAD!!! YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME!!!"

And every time, my Grandma, who was not a yeller, and not an angry person would yell back at my dad "HEY! THAT IS MY GARDEN!!! AND I SAY HE CAN EAT AS MUCH HEALTHY FRUITS AND VEGITABLES AS HE WANTS!!! I'M YOUR MOM!!! YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME!!!"

It was more in a mocking him sense, for being so angry over something so stupid. Oh no, a growing boy wants to eat healthy vegitables! What a tragedy! His logic being that I have to ask permission before eating other peoples food. Which in most contexts makes sense.

Until you realize, my grandma was like 120lbs, and she was growing like 60lbs of food in her garden. She wasn't shy of saying that every neighborhood kid (which was a lot of kids) and all her grandkids, and her own adult kids were free to eat as much as they wanted, take as much as they wanted home. She enjoyed growing the food, but harvesting it was a chore. Plus, it was meant for all of us anyways, so if we grabed it straight from the vine, that was just free harvesting labor that she didn't have to do, with the food going to the same place anyways.

When you ate food off her vine, you knew you were at grams house. Most people miss their childhood because they miss a tv show, or a friend group they had, or the freedom of not having bills and responsibility. I miss that garden, and helping my grandma harvest. I was 5 years old, running around, picking beans, and listening to grandma tell her stories of how she met my grandpa, and what life in the 60s was like. Which for the time would be like me today explaining what 2004 was like. The 60s seems like such a culturally distant time ago, but at the time she was talking about this, it was just 20 years prior. I'm getting nostolgic for the 80s, and the 60s, a decade I wasn't even alive for, because I can vividly remember her telling me what life was like during the civil rights movements of the late 60s. She talked about what my dad was like when he was a kid. She wasn't afraid to take the piss out of my dad by embarassing him to his son. All while we picked beans, and strawberries, and berries, and her favorite tomatoes.

She LOVED tomatoes. Loved loved loved them. She used to say "I know everyones welcome to my garden, but I might have to start growing more tomatoes, or placing restrictions on them. I don't know WHAT I'd do if everybody wanted my tomatoes! I can't get enough of them!"

Which was her polite way of basically doing the whole garden of eden thing, except instead of an apple, she was saying "don't fucking touch my tomatoes!!!" Which nobody did. Also, nobody was naked.

Then in the mid 90s, she eventually had to admit she could no longer upkeep a 6 bedroom house, and a yard that was meant for kids to play in, when she had no kids. By then I was a teenager, and while I could have played in the sense of sports, my days of egg hunting on easter, and running around in capes, and jumping on trees was behind me. My aunt always said "You know, she held off on selling that house, so you could grow up first. It wouldn't be fair that all her grandkids EXCEPT you got to enjoy the garden, and that yard (I'm the youngest). Then as time went on, eventually she began complaining about tomatoes around the year 2010. She'd say "Is it too late to go get my garden back? These things are tasteless, and not at all juicy. What am I supposed to do with a dry flavorless red bulb? Can it even be called a tomato??? I'm just going to call it worthless."

I guess I took a while to get to the point of the point of the tomato in this story, but I'm never going to appologize for rambling on and on about my hero in life. I'll ramble on and on about her to people who never met her, when I'M 90 years old. I'll seem crazy, and it'll just seem like old man rambling crazy talk about tomatoes, and pickling jars, and tree forts, and easter egg hunts with 1000 easter eggs for a group of 20 kids.

I'll seem crazy, but oh well. That's fine. I miss her, and I miss that time. That's the biggest part I miss about my childhood. Seeing her happy with a tomato in her hand, and a big straw hat on sunny days, yelling at my dad to calm the fuck down. Nicest woman in the world. Loved you with all her heart. She'd help you with her last dollar if you were in need. But she wouldn't take shit. When my dad tried to bully control of the conversation, she took him down a peg everytime. And because everyone, him included, respected her, she could do it at any time. The strongest person in the room doesn't need to yell. They can control an entire room with a whisper. Make you shut up, just so you can hear them by quieting the room, and making you follow their lead. Yelling just proves you have no control of any situation. Gram taught me that everytime my dad would yell, and she would calm him down to a whisper without so much as raising her tone. THAT'S what being a strong person is. Being kind by nature, but tough by force.

Actually, they DID do the math wrong once......landed in the Ocean on earth. They just had to say "Ok.....lets go back home."

Tom Hanks was in a movie about it that got a LOT of facts wrong.

rolls eyes

I thought the whole point of the fediverse was that it doesn't matter which service you use, just as long as you're in the pool.