Workers run the world, not machines. Don’t let them make us forget about each other.
11.03.2026 13:15
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Workers run the world, not machines. Don’t let them make us forget about each other.
You know what? Yes, I will happily submit my dogs' DNA profile to the city if it means that asshole with the horse-rottweiler cross who leaves massive piles of shit in the same corner of the park every single day finally gets what's coming to him. I am that petty.
One of the challenging dynamics about social media is that it is categorically stupid to talk openly about meaningful anti-government organising, but then that leaves a vast space for the doomers to fill up with "why isn't anyone doing anything!?"
Being a woman takes WORK, being a man takes PRACTICE, being a they/them takes PUTTING PANTS ON.
I feel seen.
There must be 50 accounts posting ugly, impractical, sometimes obviously AI-generated office furniture on there every day. You block 'em, 50 more pop up.
Screenshot of a post from some bluesky account that's just a random string of letters and numbers, advertising a "writing table" with an Amazon link. The item itself is hideous, clearly impractical, possibly AI generated.
This shit right here has colonized the Writing Community Feed like gym-shower fungus. I loathe everything about it.
Ohhhh great. Just great.
It's enough to make you think well, I suppose he has a point.
This exact thing happened to me when I worked the café counter at a fancy food co-op. Spent like 15 mins walking a lady through every single item in the case. She settled on something, went off to eat it, came back and told me it was the most DISGUSTING thing she'd ever tasted & I should be fired.
don’t give them what they want. transition. thrive. fight. ❤️
what do you do when your desired outcome (banning gender-affirming care) goes against the medical consensus? easy: simply exclude 97% of the relevant medical studies from your review...
bsky.app/profile/kirk...
It's just one story, one illustration of all the terrible things that have happened. It's been a week since the very great noise/drone artist Siavash Amini posted this, from where he lives Tehran. There has been no update since. It could be for any number of reasons. We just don't know.
I guess it's a good thing that we always were just a bunch of weirdoes who lived in a converted barn, bc all things considered we adapted well to the outcast lifestyle. Mom took it hardest; Dad briefly joined the Maharishis. I started... writing books. 🙃
My mom's mh TANKED. I was forced to switch schools. To this day, my family lives very much apart from the community, but they make it work.
This isn't the point of the op, but the social pressure to conform is immense, and the consequences for defying it are even greater. Being a pariah is no joke.
The thing is, once I stopped going they did too, and *everything* changed for us. My mom used to be super active in the community and suddenly wasn't anymore. Teachers started getting hostile towards me and my brother at school. Another mom literally accused mine of being a devil-worshipper!
I think I made the effort a few times to become a believer, out of a desire to fit in with all the megachurch kids I went to school with, but nope. God had never been real to me; I saw no need for a god in the universe. So I asked if I could stop going to Sunday school, and my parents were like ok.
My family wasn't religious, but I grew up in a part of the country where you either went to church or you were the Witch of the Wood, so I was a Sunday school kid till about 9 or 10.
But I NEVER believed. I thought church was like Santa - a game of make-believe that adults and kids play together.
It's the absurdity of this shit that gets me. It's not the hatred itself that kills but the absurd consequences of that hatred. It's like being murdered by a gang of clowns.
Close-up of the shirt so you can fully appreciate the madness. On one side of the buttons is three-quarters of a front-facing portrait of Madonna/Marilyn, and on the other side of the buttons is half of the same portrait cut off in the wrong place, creating an eerie, Cronenberg-esque effect as if her face is dividing and multiplying. It's gloriously fucked.
Like if you want a shirt that looks like a still from Inland Empire, this'll get you covered:
Photo of a long oversized button-down shirt with a row of Marilyn Monroe portraits across the bottom, each in a slightly different style and some, perhaps, actually Madonna?
Everybody I have found the most cursed Marilyn Monroe/ Madonna shirt for sale on Vinted.
Okay but why does he look like Donovan going parachuting
"I can fix them..."
Oh no, honey, you cannot.
Felt this one right in the gut.
You should hear it when all three of my dogs start going at once, it's like the drum solo from Innagaddadavida
If you get this joke we should watch Schitt's Creek together
It is as the prophecy foretold: the Dark Levy has risen.
Doomscrolling is actually just hopescrolling, but hope is the cruelest emotion of all
