He/they. 24.
I’m in the same boat. Comments really aren’t that bad, mostly just nostalgiaposting. The battle itself was nowhere near the levels of cringe as the two you mentioned… Ford mostly reads as he was – a rich, Nazi sympathizing moron – and Marx kinda kills it tbh.
It’s not too dissimilar from the animated show My Adventures With Superman, which I really like tbh.
Big bads of the first season are a Bezos caricature and the U.S. deep state.
Would they then support China if they reclaimed Taiwan militarily? “Conquered fair and square”, after all.
It was almost clever using “control” so many times in your statement, but it made your commend kind of hard to read. I have no idea what you’re saying.
How is it that there is no question of, in your assessment of authoritarianism, how the controllers wound up in control? What class they represent? The median net wealth of every congressperson? How many of the controlled get fucking murdered by the controllers daily?
Scientific socialism is winning. Whatever you’re supporting is half-baked at best, especially if you’re still using words like authoritarian seriously.
Explain “real socialism” to me, please.
It is simply a sawed-off now
did my best
My unsolicited advice? Get out. ASAP.
Rural Amerika will not be where revolution emerges. I tried to convince myself that there was some sort of organizing worth doing, that having to drive an hour each way every day to work was bearable, that I could radicalize enough people for my presence there to matter. It never would have.
Do not apologize for leaving that misery in your dust, do not look back. These places are spiderwebs that will keep trying to pull you back in every time you escape.
I spent the majority of my life thus far in the extreme isolation and cultural hell you are describing. I’m sorry you’re there now. The past few years have been the happiest, most actualizing of my life. Part of growing up for me, maybe, but know that I owe so much of it to having people to interact with.
If you meet someone insufferable, do not worry. They are but one of many. You will meet better people.
I relate to the hospital bit. There is a hospital 25 minutes from that area, however it has (I am not exaggerating) appeared on multiple blog posts like “top 10 worst hospitals in America”. I once spent 14 hours there as a kid just to get dx’d with bronchitis in about 10 minutes. My dad kept leaving the room to go fetch someone every few hours. He’d always come back alone, angrier than the last time.
I completely forgot the kicker. I was taught creationism in my science classes. 😄
Tell my suburban friends that and they say shit like “I didn’t even know that still happened”, like creationism as “science” died in the 50s or 60s. Nah.
Also taught that black folk were condemned to an eternity of slavery because Ham, ostensibly dark-skinned, witnessed his father Noah naked, while all the other races looked away.
I would not recommend to any black folk to visit the rural midwest. They’ll tell you how not-racist they are right before they fucking lynch you. The cops will be there, assisting the lynchers. Klan flyers left on doorsteps (my family got one). NAACP put out a travel advisory for Missouri, the only entire state they’ve ever done that for. I don’t blame them at all.
Moved into my new place last month. Heard shots three times. One time it was just brap brap brap. Another time sounded like two. Heard a fucking shootout maybe two weeks ago, maybe 8 or 9.
Some folk mistake fireworks for gunshots, and I guess it’s possible that I was just hearing kids playing with M80s or something. But I know folk who’ve been shot, know folk whose family have been murdered in drive-bys, and I’m familiar with the sound of gunfire. You won’t even hear about it on the news.
Thank you. I live in a relatively small city in a different state now.
Incredibly, there’s shit to do! People to meet! I prefer it so much more. The quickest way to kill misanthropy, for me, has been to meet people. The kindness of utter strangers baffles me sometimes – I’m not used to it.
Only problem is, the gunshots I hear every other day aren’t so innocuous. I live in the hood, the ghetto, whatever you wanna call it, but it’s my community now, you know? Care about these folk. Roads are all paved but still barely drivable. Least I can walk down the street to get my groceries if I want (and not have to drive 45 minutes to the nearest Walmart…)
The area I lived in is so backwoods it doesn’t have a true name, it borders a town and a village (yes, a village). They’re both about 20 minute drives in opposite directions.
All along the highway from nowhere to somewhere, you’ll find abandoned gas stations and grocery stores overtaken by local foliage and critters of the dark. Cows every now and then with barbed wire fences cordoning off hundreds and hundreds of acres of land, usually owned by some disgustingly rich drunk old guy no one’s seen in years.
In each town, everyone knows everyone. It was hard to stay anonymous even countywide – many, many times my last name indicated to others that they knew my family. Due to living in a borderland, I was given an option of two different high schools I could attend, in either direction. They’re both horrific, though I will say the one I attended had cool teachers. My graduating class had ~20 students in it, that being the entire senior class of my high school.
It is a very different feeling to living in a city. I did not have neighbors less than a mile away. 90% of the roads I drove were not paved. I spent my childhood in extreme isolation. I used the internet to escape it, the very, very slow internet. It took me a month to download World of Warcraft, and I played the shit out of it, 500 ping or otherwise (I considered 200 was stable!!).
We had DSL until maybe 2013. I grew up with a box computer, box TV, VHSs, all that old shit. Regular blackouts. School closed regularly because winter was utterly deadly – who is going to plow a dirt road? Summer was just as deadly for different reasons.
We had a different relationship with guns. Gunshots were something you heard regularly, wherever you were, because folk were out hunting. It was normal. I remember, even, one time a classmate in 3rd grade brought (with his father) a deer he killed on the back of a pickup, and when he arrived he was holding his hunting rifle. This alarmed absolutely no one, including myself.
We had prayer circles at school every Sunday. We’d gather around the flag and pray for the soldiers and shit. Pledge of allegiance every day, of course.
Area was 99% white, and SOMEHOW the fuckers managed to get the black folk situated in the only part of that shithole that could be reasonably called a “ghetto”. How the fuck.
I miss being able to fuck off into the woods and know that I was alone with nature. Nobody could mess with me because there was nobody. Nobody but the trees, squirrels, spiders and deer.
Every other person has at least tried meth. I haven’t, but I’ve had the opportunity on multiple occasions. I’ve seen what that shit does to houses when people mix incorrectly. I’m good, I’ll stick with green. Cannabis can’t annihilate you quite so dramatically.
There were homeless folk. Everybody knew them, but no one wanted to help them. I hate to say that I can’t really blame them as plenty of these folk would have murdered you for drug money. The others just woulda robbed you.
Kind of a rambling mess and I apologize. I hope I painted something of a picture. If you have any specific questions I’d be delighted to share details of the bittersweet misery of rural life further.
edit: addendum. These places were legally sundown towns in my mother’s lifetime.
https://www.blackpast.org/african-american-history/sundown-towns/
If only I could be so based. (Usually…)
You merely adopted the dark. I was born in it, molded by it. I didn’t see the light until I was already a man, by then it was nothing to me but blinding!
I’m from the middle of nowhere, Amerika. It’s so much worse than many people know.
Tinder for the firepit of history.
ID’d a guy who was born precisely on 9/11/2001 today at work. I just. I could hardly contain myself.
We have something known as “WIC” (Women, Infants and Children) that you gotta apply for and it barely covers shit. You gotta be making less than poverty wages as well.
In my cashier job, you would not believe how often I’ve had to refuse the sale on shit like baby formula and juice because WIC seemingly randomly decided to stop covering it. This week, they might cover juice concentrate. Next week, they may only cover juice and not concentrate. Who knows!
In Gaddafi’s Libya, they paid women who had children.
Navalny, the guy who called Muslims cockroaches?
Navalny, the guy who was already imprisoned and posed literally no threat to Russia from behind bars? That Navalny?
You’re worse than QAnon types.