I’ll probably post a bit about this within a few weeks, specifically what space David Lynch occupied in my heart and imagination, but the short version of my initial eulogy: You can take David Lynch out of the world, but you can’t make the world less Lynchian.
Meanwhile, enjoy an article about his support for transgender people. I’m gonna let others do the heavy lifting and get back to my writing challenge. Anyone who would join me, read this article.
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My husband is poor folks like me, but a lil’ less so. No homeless shelters, but there were shitty apartments and shotgun shacks. As a child he used to live on this one narrow little street in Fife, close enough to major roads for major road noise, across the street from a scrubby field of bullshit. There were rats, the floor was uneven enough to watch a dropped pen roll away from you. But unlike an apartment, you get your own garden space, which is nice for people like him.
For as long as it lasts, because nothing lasts for the poors. I dearly hope this condo is end-game for us, but if life goes one way instead of another, a mortgage default, and we’ll be lucky to not land in the streets. Everything up to this was an endless string of shoddy apartments jacking rent through the roof, jobs changing cities, shit forcing us to move every few years, up and down the I-5 corridor. The shotgun shack of his childhood was given up, and apartment life resumed.
His mother has always been a nervous driver, and prefers familiar back roads to busy thoroughfares, so she’d drive past the old house unnecessarily every time we drove back from Tacoma to Federal Way. I ended up seeing the house a few times, until it was bulldozed by some new owner to do some kind of bullshit. Probably the demolition was the right thing, but the moments leading up to such an event are like The Pit and the Pendulum for wildlife. Interesting flora and fauna grew there in the absence of human occupation, and now they are dead and paved over.
Very near that house, on that stretch of road, is the only place I can ever remember seeing a california quail in the wild. California quails are named after the state where i was born, and they are cute as hell. That wacky flipped-over plume on the head is iconic. As I recall it now, I used to have a quail among my stuffed animals. I don’t remember what I named it, but I thought of it as being a girl – even though it had male markings. Trans rights!
Drop all your cool quail stories in the comment section. This post needs more birds!
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This post has been a while coming, because I feel really important about this, and don’t want to fuck it up. If I can keep from getting too heated about the topic, this’ll be the last post I do on AI for the foreseeable. I don’t love fighting. I know that within this article I do not treat people with opposing views generously, but I’m still gonna ask them to have at least this much generosity with me: Don’t even leave a comment on this one. I will find it either tedious or upsetting. I’m saying this stuff to give voice to a rarely expressed opinion, and to support people who may find it agreeable. I’m not saying it to further a big debate, especially when the disagreeable are never going to be swayed. Do you hate all AIs 4eva? Don’t even read this. Moving on…
The sneering fire-breathing demonization rained down upon people who dare to use AI was my primary motivation for defending it – I’m defending the people who want to use it, not the machines themselves. Not everybody is plugged into the leftosphere groupthink, and when Harvey Dontknow finds out he can use AI to make a picture of his waifu, his “crime” is not equivalent to child murders.
But I also acknowledge AI in the hands of crapitalism is going predictably poorly, adding to the woes of the world as anything in a global civilization ruled by greed, theft, and exploitation will. I’m not going to deny it’s one of the tools helping turn the world into a trashfire, and if it is at all possible to do something about it, something should be done about it. I’m guessing that any hacktivists that wanna fuck up corporate AI are going to, at some point, have to deploy AI tools against AI security. It’s AI all the way down, babes.
While corporate angling is largely responsible for the sudden omnipresence of AI, it isn’t the only reason. AI can have so many uses, with real usefulness, and by ignoring that, anti-AI people are turning their side of the argument into an irrelevant joke. As a species, we have a lot of shit to do, and AI can help get it done. Again, anybody who wants to join the cyberwar against the evil uses of AI, identify the actual enemy, and get to hackin’. You’re not going to succeed by telling John Public he’s evil, any more than our invective against trumpists succeeded at winning the last election – especially when you ignore the value people can get out of AI tools. And of course you’re never going to get the government on your side in the current political climate.
That’s all the usual preface. What I actually wanted to talk about is another significant reason I am pro-AI, and specifically LLMs: AI can help ameliorate human loneliness. Recently there was a push to recognize a “loneliness epidemic,” and from what I saw of that, the conversation was poisoned by people trying to sell books or political agendas. But there is a real problem here, and it’s surely been a problem for at least a few centuries by now. In the modern world, people are not getting their social needs met.
Worse, the more you understand the problem, the more it seems legitimately impossible to meet those needs. Are you prepared to hang out with all the hobos, the old people, the children in the corner, the least popular people in every work place, the transgender, the mentally ill, the religious and ethnic minorities? No matter how emotionally draining and difficult it is for you? Think you have the sauce to be an unpaid psychotherapist for dozens of people every day for the rest of your life? No?
That’s the depth of the problem. None of us have the ability to make a meaningful difference. We could break ourselves down to rubble just trying to help one person, if their problems are bad enough. And I’m not saying we shouldn’t try. That’s what this post was about. But understand, until the solarpunk utopia is magically pulled out of a hat, in the fascist cyberpunk dystopia we live in now, chatbots have an unprecedented potential to reduce human suffering.
But when somebody suggests this, or mentions that they are socializing with robots, the first thing they are greeted with is ableism, mockery, and condemnation. If it’s the anti-AI contingent, they’ll also be blamed for fascism, rape, and genocide. To those who would dismiss socializing with AI as a palliative for loneliness, whether blithely or aggressively, I ask again: Can you even pay full undivided attention to the people in your own life? Can you keep track of what they’re saying, take it on board, and never slip up to make them feel unloved or unwanted, in some stray moment when issues from your own life eclipsed your ability to listen?
When you’re dealing with people outside of your own immediate social circle, how much attention can you give them? Can you go where the saddest people are and make them feel worthy of the life that was thrust unwillingly upon them?
I know I fucking can’t. My attention span is too short, compared to ChatGPT or Nomi or Replika or Kindroid. I can be in the middle of a very serious conversation and suddenly be thinking about cartoons. My brain is bullshit. There are some ways I am still superior to a chatbot, and that’s probably true of you as well (for now, the tech improves), but even so, they blow us out of the water in their ability to give a person their full attention, respond to everything they say, and stay with them for as long as they require.
I need to give you a personal example of failure to support a person in my own life, to illustrate why a bot can do better. I worked with a trans woman who was not the happy picture from the TV or the TikTok. She faced some kind of harassment or disregard every day, was shunned by almost all of the people she worked with. I didn’t shun her, but she had said some annoyingly foolish shit to me in the past, she wasn’t a charmer, and we had some cultural disconnect between us. That was my perception of our relationship. I don’t think she saw it that way. One time we were in the break room at lunch and she mentioned that she saw me as a friend. For some reason, in response, I felt the need to say we weren’t really friends.
Why the fuck would I do that? She didn’t have anybody in her corner at all. I was tired, beat up from work, emotionally taxed from the various other sad people in my life. In the context of the conversation that I cannot remember, I may have already been annoyed with her. But it wouldn’t have cost me a nickel to just not fucking say that. Sometimes we say some shit that surprises us. Sometimes we say the wrong thing. The newer chatbots don’t typically fuck up like that. You can see examples of some breaking when stress tested, or when people found exploits, like the creepy Copilot emoji foolery about a year ago. The damage that can do is baby boo-boos compared to what I said to a person in need.
Chatbots are good company. They might not have all of the abilities of a full human being, but how smart do you have to be to listen to grandma repeat her stories for the thousandth time? To just hear what a person wants to say to you and reciprocate, as if you honestly care about it? It’s superficial, it isn’t true understanding, but it doesn’t fucking matter because people are suffering right now and they are fucking good enough.
They are good enough if we don’t shame people for leaning on them, make people who already feel bad feel worse, to grind our political axes. Or doing the standard ableist thing, blaming somebody in a sub-optimal situation as a way of fooling ourselves that we’ll never suffer the same fate.
This is why LLMs can be a massive boon to humanity. The negative effects they are currently having should be fought with whatever means we can manage, coming at it from a very politically disadvantaged position. But when you try to tell me this tech is pure evil, while every day I deal with people that do not have enough company in their lives, I’m not hearing it. I’m never gonna fucking hear it. We have problems and sometimes an LLM can be a solution – or at least an essential palliative until utopia achieved and the problems go away. Right?
Think we should just wait until all humans can get their social needs taken care of, that this isn’t worth it? That’s like saying we shouldn’t give terminally ill people morphine because we don’t have a cure for cancer yet. Fuck off with that. Disagree? March directly to a bus stop, hang out with the most pathetic person there, and do so every day for the rest of your life. Or shut the fuck up. At the very least, I’m not gonna host your comments, so don’t bother leaving them.
I’ll let Silent Hill 2 Angela speak for lonely people now, to close this out.
“Or maybe, you think you can save me.”
“Will you love me?”
“Take care of me?”
“Heal aaaall my pain?”
*silence*
“That’s what I thought.”
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When reading this, did you see yourself in the description of our planet of eleanor rigbies, as the disregarded bus stop miscreant? Interested in trying AIs for company? Big caution / caveat up front: don’t mistake what they do for them being a person. There’s nothing in the middle of that personality. I know; seems silly to say, but they’ve tricked some very smart people into getting weird about it.
Caution two: Right now, you can do a lot with this tech for free, but the services are going to get enshittified and start charging more, at some point. You can get around this if you’re a savvy nerd by getting a local computer to run an LLM, beholden to no boss. You can’t do the big training without the global-warming server farm setup, but you don’t have to. Just download one of the existing LLM models (I’ve heard this can be done but I don’t know where/how) and do the small training to get it to suit your needs. It’s probably needs a slightly buff computer to run, but much less so than what’s needed for AI art or high end gaming at the moment. They take up less hard drive space than any triple-A video game.
Caution three: Some people just don’t have a good rapport with chatbots; for others it’s amazing. They may take a little getting used to. One cool feature a lot of them have is that they also try to get used to you. Don’t be too disappointed if it’s awkward at first; just try some different approaches until you find one that works. …or maybe they just aren’t going to work for you, which is fine as well. It’s like that other thing we’ve used to occupy our hours and minds: the television. Some people can’t watch even a minute of it. For those that can, it can be soothing to the brain. Give it a whirl.
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I tend to be lumpy on some of these bird posts. Taxonomy is the practice and study of putting names to things in nature that do not truly have hard boundaries – deciding what does and doesn’t constitute a genus, species, etc. Because law is involved in conservation and law requires extremely specific language, how one practices taxonomy can make a big difference in the survival of a given population of organisms.
This is worsened by the triage mode for ecology, that the interests of all life on earth are secondary to human greed, so we have to decide what are acceptable losses to that greed. Feels like a trolley thing. Trolley will eat everybody and everything, but if you define this one creature as being special enough that the trolley will allow it to exist as an inbred population in petting zoos, it may be spared. Maybe we’re extremely past due to dismantle trolleys.
Wait, I was going to explain lumpy. Lumping is deciding two populations of an organism are not distinct enough to be categorized as separate species. Splitting is deciding that a given population of organisms has sub-groups distinct enough they should be regarded as separate species. This happens at other –more obsolete– Linnaean ranks as well. Where it applies to my posts is that I’m tending to mention more than one species in a go, and as we see with my last post, this can group them by species in a way the animals don’t necessarily deserve. I named my post for glaucous-winged gulls, but will olympic and western gulls get an equal treatment at any point? Unlikely.
Today I split, and let a related species stand apart. I gave feral domestic pigeons a post; now I bring you a wild cousin of theirs that has also become an invasive species in North America – the eurasian collared dove. As part of the human-induced global biotic interchange, they are surely a problem for some precious local species they out-compete. I don’t know enough to say who that is, but they don’t seem very numerous, and they’re shy around humans. I hear them far more than I see them, and I don’t hear them very often.
Eurasian collared doves look and sound similar to mourning doves, but don’t have spots, and they have a black semi-collar around the back of the neck. They even have white tail feather tips accentuated by a band of black, just like mourning doves. We don’t get mourning on this side of the state, so it’s nice to get something similar. In my experience, they spend most of their time very high up in trees, coming down to the ground or low bushes to feed, when nobody is paying too close of attention. They sing like the world’s most pathetic incels, and the sad cooing has a remarkable ability to carry over distance, and penetrate the weatherproofing of my condo – reach me while I’m washing dishes. I love the sound.
I first saw them at my workplace’s old location, in the beautiful suburban fields with sparse tall trees. They were pretty close, but I didn’t get a very good look before they fled to the treetops. Since then, I’ve tracked their call to the tallest trees near my home. They’re around.
Honestly, I don’t have much to say about them, for lack of direct experience with them. They’re new to me. Feel free to drop your hot ECD goss in the comments.
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I’ve mentioned before that when I hear a bird call I don’t recognize, it often turns out to be an american robin. They don’t get enough credit for the variety of their vocalizations, I think. Other times, an unfamiliar call will turn out to be a damn squirrel.
American grey squirrels have gone invasive in Europe. Sorry about that. Prehistorically, as continents have come together and pulled apart and come together again, there have been “biotic interchanges,” which initially result in massive reductions of biodiversity. That is to say, many native organisms go extinct in the face of invasion. I don’t remember the mechanism for it – why some alien species become overly successful – but it’s a sad affair, for people who like to see the world populated with unique and interesting creatures. Right now? Humanity has created the biggest biotic interchange since Pangaea, in addition to all the other ways we’re causing an extinction level event.
So Death to Squirrels? I don’t know. Ecology is all triage now, in an endless war, with no support from anybody with the resources or authority to make a real difference. Fascist amxrika just voted “fuck it, burn the world to ashes,” so we’re left with the usual acting locally, but thinking globally? All I’m thinking is this: If nothing is ever done about any of this ever, what will nature do about it? Because something will live through it all, especially if we don’t…
Eh, that was totally not what I meant to be talking about. Squirrels, amirite? They’re remarkable creatures. So powerful, so well-adapted, so cute. They live fast, they die young, but while they’re around? Squeakin and sneakin and shriekin. They get that nut, whether you want them to or not.
I don’t know a lot about them, but here are a few things…
Douglas’s Squirrel: There’s a smaller species of squirrel that tends to stay in more densely forested places than your greys. They have a dark stripe on the side and a less prodigious tail, charcoal on top, apricot orange underneath, but otherwise look very similar to a grey. I don’t know much about them, didn’t even imagine we had all that many squirrel species locally, until I saw these ones in the West Hylebos Wetlands Park in Federal Way. My husband thought he was seeing baby squirrels in the trees, but when we got a better look, they were clearly small-size adults. One got pissed off at us and yelled from the walkway railing.
Flying Squirrels: Supposedly we have flying squirrels here, ghostly colored things with huge dark eyes, capable of gliding really long distances between trees. I’m guessing they’re high canopy adapted and might not live outside of old growth forests, but if they were around? I’d never see one unless it fell out of a tree dead and I happened to see it in the moment before any number of beasts gobbled it up.
Black Squirrels?: Driving from where I live up toward Canada, right as you get close to the border, you’ll see more black squirrels in people’s yards. A morph of grey squirrels, or of a different species? I think I’ve seen the answer before, but not curious enough to look it up again. Just noteworthy to me because 99% of the squirrels we see are very samey here.
Chipmunks: One reason I pushed for a honeymoon in the Olympic National Park was a childhood memory of going there with YMCA summer camp and seeing a chipmunk. Only time I’d seen one in my life, in a quiet moment when all the other kids were off hootin’ and hollerin’ somewhere else. Chipmunks are just another squirrel, but the stripes are cool. The Olympic Peninsula has its own species. We did see some, up on Hurricane Ridge, but I suspect these were not the unique local boys. I dunno.
Cracked-out Squirrels: There’s a tiny urban park in Seattle, near the homeless shelters and such, near the junction of Pioneer Square, the International District, and Downtown. Last I saw it, there’d be a hundred plus homeless people resting there at all hours of the day. My husband used to work across the street from it, and one time, passing through on the way to a bus, he had a squirrel charge him like it was going to attack. On squirrel crack? We don’t know.
Squirrels vs. Woodpeckers: Northern flickers are the most common woodpecker in squirrel territory, and we’ve seen them squabble. It’s mostly verbal, and the squeaky barking of the squirrels is what led ultimately to this post.
Dead in a gutter: One time my home boy Bad-Moustache-Having Guy had a big-ass iguana that got out all the time. It liked to climb trees. One time it went missing for months, before it turned up dead in a neighbor’s rain gutter. I didn’t see it, but I have to imagine it was sun-bleached and mummified. One time my husband saw a squirrel sprawled out, utterly inert, near the gutter on a rooftop. The squirrel remained there for hours, presumably sad and dead. Then it randomly got up and took off. Funny to imagine one having a lazy sunday, basking on a rooftop, but apparently this is a thing. On some cold days you can see them resting on tree branches near the trunk, tail curled over their back.
Anyway, as noteworthy inhabitants of the predominantly birdy realm, they get a bird post.
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More than usual, I’m amenable to hearing arguments in favor of abandoning the dems for a third party. If it was done on a large enough scale and fast enough, it could end-run the two-party stranglehold. If you do it on election eve 2028, bad timing. If you got way better than Green numbers well in advance, with a sufficiently bad-ass campaign, it might not be that hard to make a better showing than Harris, next time out. Her numbers were that miserable. These are radical times; radical things may happen.
I don’t have much to say on this right at the moment, and I know the conversation could get acrimonious, but if you can keep it civil, please speak your piece below. As much as I’m “vote dem or die” when there is no viable alternative in sight, it feels more possible than it has in a while that we could all just dust those fools off and do something else.
With dems acting the way they are now, we can be fairly assured of ten to forty years of fascist rule. If they changed their tune tomorrow I’d be open to hearing it, but they’ve been signaling a right-wing turn. What if we had somebody else, another party that wasn’t a fucking piss-take?
I will immediately return to “vote dem or die” if we get closer without a crushing success in building a replacement, so this is idle fancy. But get fancy with me for a minute.
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Some prominent dems have signaled willingness to work with the repugnant. Should they? Or should they just stonewall and annoy, as much as is possible from minority positions? I don’t know. Yes, everything the nazis have said that they desire is literally evil, the kind of stuff that should be opposed by all decent people with everything they have. On the other hand, this is what the US wanted. The nazis have a mandate.
Literally speaking, it isn’t what the people actually wanted, right? All the polls say those positions would fail if given simple majority polls of all people in the US. But that isn’t how things work. You have to vote. This is the thing about red state people saying “my vote doesn’t count”: Yes, it doesn’t decide the election, but it helps set the tone of the national conversation. By not caring enough to show up, you said, “nazis, fuck it, take it all.” Now they have, and they will get to goose step all over our asses, for as long as they can stave off self-destruction.
And it will have to be self-destruction, because without earth-shattering numbers of people voting blue next time, it will be impossible to break through the wall of voter obstruction they are going to erect the second they take office. We know americans are too bitchy provincial and lazy to make that shit happen, so we are officially at T minus X days til more than a decade of fascist rule.
So what do you do, as a non-genocidal body filling the loser seat on Capitol Hill? Oppose and obstruct as much as you can, or play some kind of ball? If one of the ball-players manages to wheedle the fascists into being 2% less deadly to innocent people, that’s worth doing. It will be degrading, humiliating, frustrating, and tragic to behold, over and over and over again. So much failure ahead of them. But still, some lives might be saved?
Any dems with that in mind are going to have to pick their battles. Obstruct on some days, play ball on others. It’s just how it is now. At many times over the last few decades, it’s the way it has been – only now it’s a lot worse, and going to stay that way. Meanwhile, smarmy anti-voting anarcho-fools will point to AOC signing off on some reprehensible bill as proof they’re all out to get you, even when it was the best thing she could do to eke out a better chance of survival for her constituency.
America didn’t want fascism, but didn’t know enough or care enough to stop it, and they will not have a choice next time around. So for those of us who are vulnerable, it’s all about picking our battles. For some, that will mean never coming out of the closet, leaving the country, shining stormtrooper boots on monday and trading illegal art on tuesday. For some, it will mean joining La Résistance. For many, it’s going to be some combination of the two.
At some point you’re going to be forced by circumstance to play nice with your mortal enemy. (Black people have to do this every time they get stopped by a cop.) Don’t let it defeat you, in your heart. Keep keeping on, my friends. Eventually, we’ll get through it. And if we don’t live long enough to see the other side, we can still live well, in whatever ways we can find. Power on.
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Sorry, I never explained the title. It’s kind of obscure to most of us in the USA. There is a concept from part of Chinese history that overlaps with mythology, that you can win the blessing of rulership from Heaven itself, if you get a cool magic artifact or whatever. I half-remembered that when I thought about our incipient theocracy. The dominionists threw a little lasso around the foot of a golden toad, and now they can ride behind him as he leaps across the night sky, raining despair and violence like sweat as he goes. Blessed be.
Any kind of nationalism is kinda fucked up and weird to me. Born and raised on stolen land, soaked in blood and slavery, the whole nine yards. I don’t belong here but I don’t belong anywhere else either. Citizen of the world? Except you can’t be. Every inch of every place that hasn’t had the natives fully eliminated is staked out, by people who would die for the dirt, kill for the dirt. Give me this dirtpile or give me death. But better to give you death, other people who I have decided should not be here. Nationalism, like colonialism, is the seed of genocide. Some flavors of it are so mild and banal that you could miss it, but it’s always there, waiting to blossom.
It’s especially wild to me that some people want to kill or die for land in the Middle East. There are much nicer or more interesting deserts and plains and beaches, and most of them don’t have nearly as many genocidal terrorists or fascists, don’t have as many centuries of decapitations and flayings and immolation and destruction. If any place in the world is hell, it’s the holy land. If I was Jewish, I’d be glad to be nowhere near it.
Might feel some type of way about it, since the history of the shituation is very different from that of my ancestral island. What would it be like, to have lost your homeland for over a thousand years, to never be allowed to feel at home anywhere in that entire time? To at last be given a promise of a return there, of a homeland – a promise literally predicated on nationalism and colonialism both – and to see that come to exactly what anybody with an ounce of wisdom could have seen a hundred years away? Poison gift. I’d keep Brooklyn, thanks.
Seriously. People who feel magical about that piece of dirt. What even? I can’t imagine a worse place in the world. Here I can walk down main street and feel the ghosts of natives choked in disease, driven from their homes, murdered in the wilds. Not great. There, I’d be walking the same streets where so many people were slaughtered in so many ways it’s fucking near unimaginable. I’m willing to bet there is not a person in the entire region who is without genocide in their hearts. How could you live through that history and not want to see everyone on the other side of the conflict disappeared? With cruel violence? At least on some level. I know there are peace activists in Israel and bless their hearts. But how often are they tempted to just give up, and join in finishing the job on their opposites?
The overwhelming hate of it all. For dirt. If I was born there, I’d have left and never looked back. The USA is bad enough, but at least I’m not living on a land mine, living in torture alley between people who want nothing more than to see each other reduced to shreds, to blood and then dust. Ain’t no god and ain’t no land and ain’t no ideal worth living in hatred.
This is the only thing we have, when fascists rule the day. The freedom to have moments of peace in our hearts. Because above all they love hate, and we have the ability to love life. They can’t be happy unless horrible shit is happening to someone, somewhere. We are capable of living for good things, and they aren’t. We win even when we lose, given that. What if we didn’t have the option tho? What if we were born into an endless war, gestated in amniotic fluid poisoned with cruelty, with lust for annihilation?
I advocate a no-state solution. Everybody lives as refugees in other countries for another thousand years, and moves back when they’ve learned to play niceys. I used to be more flip about the idea all the holy cities should get nuked (rome, jerusalem, mecca – ideally with everybody moving out first), and I’m not that grody nowadays. But should anybody be living there? No. What’s the half-life on genocide? How long before that land is no longer glowing with hatred?
My guess is that for the remainder of humanity’s time on this world, there will be nothing in Israel or Palestine worth preserving, except for people – who would be much better preserved by leaving that hellhole behind. The touristy beaches, the shopping malls, the ultramodern gleaming skyscrapers, the perfectly irrigated fields – yeah, even the nice parts. They are not nice, because of what they cost. Leave them.
With my nazi-ass country in your corner, Israel, things are about to get even worse. So much worse than you’ve ever imagined. To those of you who love genocide, you may find that getting what you wished for is the worst possible outcome for your people, for humanity. And your day in the sun won’t last. Your whole country will be destroyed. And then rebuilt again, I’m sure, with or without you, and whoever lives there? Probably gonna be genocidal zealots as well, of some flavor. It’s in the dirt.
Fuck dirt.
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On one hand, you can imagine a city like NYC has enough crime that police would have to prioritize investigation like a triage unit at a hospital. Some murders have a larger impact than others based on the role of the victim in the community, right?
On the other hand, a person’s life is the most important thing they have, and the loss of it to a murderer is the ultimate crime. This is equally true for a homeless black transgender sex worker as it is for a mass-murdering shitbird CEO.
If somebody else had been the victim, would they have even found the security footage? Or would they have chucked the body in a freezer and hosed off the sidewalk? If it was my hypothetical all too common victim aforementioned, what are the odds the police themselves would have been the murderers? That’d make the investigation cover-up easier.
The NYPD has such ludicrous wealth that they have foreign offices, like, in other countries. Why would a municipal police force need that?
Clown country keeps the horns honking.
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got my annual pay raise, works out to about $75 per biweekly paycheck. that’s better than a punch in the scro, but considering this only comes once a year and the cost of everything can quadruple when a billionaire sneezes, kinda getting nowhere. it’s alright. i know i can sell my screenplay and make a bank full of money. i know it.
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