… gonna need your taco bell uniform.

I feel like the extension of this kind of logic would be that fucking your identical twin is actually just masturbation.

No no… no.

This… no.

No no no no no, no.

This is waaaaay too on the nose.

You know around 20 years ago it was basically a crass joke/insult to just say that these kind of people are … their entire personality is a performance to avoid confronting latent homosexual tendencies.

Me? Yeah, I’m bi, I kissed a dude and I liked it.

Maybe a little more than that eheheheh, ahem.

But I can also guarantee I’d fucked more women than Asmongold and Nick Fuentes, 100% guarantee. Individually, and also likely combined.

Maybe/hopefully not more than Tate as the dude is literally the master of a sex rape dungeon you’re not allowed to leave.

… these fucking people.

These fucking people.

They’re infinitely more gay than I am, Jesus fucking Christ.

Just… they’re cult leaders of an anti-reality cult.

Gay is Straight, if you think about, bro.

… I want to tear these people apart, limb from limb.

We have even developed “thecar”!

It’s all … computer!

hbomerguy breaking through the wall to scream about aquaman, but the wall is mushroom tips

Do NOT fondle the wall of dongs.

… at least not without first asking the fungal gestalt consciousness for consent first.

Ok, also, someone needs to overlay this with the green screened, joe pesci ‘what the fuck is this piece of shit?’ shot/reverese shot thing.

This, but not shit tier quality:

you’d need a second background image but yeah

… maybe use a shot of the infinite hallway of literal ‘backdoors’ from the 2nd/3rd matrix movies, i think that would work, just color grade it a bit.

Donald Trump.

World’s most contemptible belligerent asshole, and also, unintentionally, world’s most effective EV salesman.

Does anyone think… gas prices… are going to meaningfully go … down, in the future?

If so, well I know a guy who can offer you a timeshare on a bridge he sublets from a travelling used car salesman.

… the best bridge.

Well, if they’d actually made clear that they are, you know, ashamed of the family history, that they are lamenting having basically ‘fallen’ from… that’d be one thing.

But, I really have met people who are unironically this pissy about how their family used to be wealthier, slave owners.

… and that… … that brings out the fire and brimstone that apparently runs through my blood.

I’d done a massive mapping out of as much of my lineage as I could, maybe a month or so ago.

But I hadn’t actually looked too far into much of the details.

So ironically, I guess I have anon to thank for spurring me to look further into that, entirely to be able to make a heritage based rebuttal to slavery, out of spite.

But anyway, no.

No you do not joke about owning people, as a white person in the US.

That is vile, full stop.

goddamnit, lol

Correct, I’ve no sympathy for someone in the same unfortunate class of predicament as myself who weaponizes that class as a means to justify continuing to make the same societal mistakes that are exacerbating the current extent of their suffering and also condemning to that extent of suffering all other people who may one day find themselves a member of that class.

If you think its mere lack of empathy, you’re mistaken.

Dismissing public transit as a solution, as a paradigm for urban planning, because you are disabled… its the same as a farmer voting MAGA, its shooting yourself in the balls out of misplaced grievance.

A city designed with walkability and public transit in mind is going to be easier for disabled cripples like myself to get around in, as it also will be for everyone who doesn’t have a car.

More transit options = less and safer road traffic = better service for paratransit vehicles, safer driving for those disabled but capable of driving a car.

More walkability means those who need a cane, crutches, leg braces, prosthetic limbs, a wheel chair, power scooter, the blind with a walking/sensing stick… they’re gonna have an easier time getting around than if sidewalks barely exist and its a half mile between two intersections, with no benches or shade.

You don’t seem to know what a No True Scotsman fallacy is, so I’d also argue that you’re the one being more ‘reddit’ here, throwing around accusations you don’t even understand.

They said they live in an area that doesn’t get school bus service when it snows. Pretty reasonable inference that that means they live in a remote area.

The entire topic of the thread is ‘urban design’…The entire point I am making is that living out in the middle of nowhere, in a spread out, low density design schema or paradigm… that is the problem that makes public transit unfeasible.

And yeah, being crippled is always going to reduce your mobility. Having walkable, more dense cities/towns that have good public transit will somewhat, but never wholly alleviate this. Neither will any amount of mandated extra lanes and parking stalls wholly alleviate you or me or anyone else being crippled.

Walkable City + Working Public Transit != suddenly all private cars and all roads stop existing.

You know, often in these green text posts I have a takeaway that at least attempts sympathy toward the anon.

Fuckin nope, not here.

I would say its so hilariously pathetic that its a bit, but I’ve met people that are unironically like this.

Anon, you only exist because Sherman didn’t finish the job.

He should have.

Here, a song for you before you meet your God:

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,

With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me;

As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,

while God is marching on.

Oh, imagine a world where that describes current day ‘Republican Jesus’.

My idea of a ‘white man’s burden’ is that its our job to rid the planet of all these melanin deprived slavers and ‘ante bellum nostalgics’.

Its really the least we could do, at this point.

EDIT:

… you know who I can trace my lineage back to?

Father’s father’s father’s… etc, was a goddamn miscreant, some kind of petty criminal that got shipped out of I think somewhere in or near Wales, to Vrigina, in the 1720s.

His sons fought in the Revolutionary War, some died in it, some didn’t.

One of those sons had his own sons… one of them… a Reverend.

A Reverend that moved out of Vrigina, out to Kansas in the 1850s.

Where he founded an anti-slavery Baptist church.

Around which, he helped to build a small town.

A small town where an escaped slave from Missouri was able to purchase his own land, work his own land, and from the proceeds of it, buy the official freedom of himself and his family, before the Emancipation Proclamation and/or 13th Amendment would make that last step unnecessary.

Now I can’t say with 100% complete certainty that this Reverend ancestor of mine ever met John Brown… but uh, given a fairly small number of anti-slavery Reverends running around this particular part of Kansas, in the exact same time frame as John Brown… and that they were both part of the general Free-State movement…

… seems more likely than not.

RamenJunkie used Schrodinger’s Asshole!

It wasn’t very effective…

brb, jettisoning my recycling into the mobile external containment vessel, prior to scheduled rendevouz.

Either way, well done, you’ve certainly understood the assignment.

… but it takes two, to make a 00.

Ok brb making a game about being a self righteous asshole boomer who is always correct and its actually everyone else’s fault that he has no friends and his wife and kids dont speak with him.

Call it Boomer Shooter, but its not an FPS, its actually primarily a series of small adventure/puzzle levels with complex branching dialogue options.

You get points for shooting down ideas you either didn’t think of first or don’t like because they might imply that you aren’t perfect.

The rules are made up and the points don’t matter beyond a high score at the end of the bad ending.

The good ending happens when you don’t get that many points, despite the game constantly handholding you and telling you thats what you should focus on.

There, enjoy your retirement.

EDIT:

The DLC will add the ability to play as a privileged white woman who gets points for morally policing everyone around her but herself, spreading misinformation, and guilt tripping people who trust her.

EDIT 2:

In case I’m not being clear enough, a Boomer that wants a video game for their enfeebled retired ass can fucking make it themselves, and/or possibly think about why it is the case that the industry has enshittified to the extent that it has.

Who is it exactly thats in charge of all these enshittifying gaming companies again? Oh right yeah, its your 401ks, teaching children how to love their gambling addiction, so that you can retire well.

I mean, it can’t be that hard, right? To make a toy that satifies Boomers? Just bootstrap it yourselves, I’m sure you’ll discover that if you just shake a few hands and burn a few hundred million dollars, it’s just about showing up and doing the job well, or something.

… you want a Boomer game?

It already exists, its Candy Crush, its Words with Friends, its Scrabble Go, its Solitaire.

That’s not even an insult, that’s just literally market research data.

Things we can thank Hillary Clinton for:

As best I can tell, the term ‘UAP’.

… and of course, the snizz snuke.

My napkin math results in ‘further than a guillotine’.

Hey.

HEY!

You like food, doncha?

You’ll get better at it, just take it easy.

I still think Gold/Silver/Crystal was the actual peak in terms of world design/mon design/storyline/characters, but I’m 100% willing to admit that could be my own particular age bracket of nostalgia talking.

I do like some of the additional/revised gameplay mechanics from later games… team battles, weather, held items, that kind of stuff makes the games meaningfully more complex, as well as more detail and structure given to how breeding and heritability actually work.

But a lot of the more… closer to current day stuff bssically just seems entirely like a gimmick that isn’t very well systemically thought out.

I was going to rejoinder this with a quip about ‘presumably neither shaken nor stirred’, but given that this was clever enough to stunlock me for ~12 hrs, I guess just ‘bravo!’