Narrator: it could

In the 80s and 90s it was possible to have faith in the country. That the current administration was just a bad actor and we’d get it right next time. That we all kinda wanted the same thing, a functioning government and to lead our lives happily and privately.

Maybe it was true then. Maybe Fox News actually did poison the well, and people who once were rational are no longer so. Fear and hate blight rationality and the media cycle feeds on it. The more angry we are, the more we engage with social media. The more ads we’re served.

It’s wild that we’ll have to explain around campfires and cook stoves in the aftermath to whatever generation follows us that this was all in pursuit of ad revenue.

Children are sex objects or racial slurs to Republicans. There is no in between and quite a bit of overlap.

BEARS!!!

“the first thing to do is to raise hell. That’s always the first thing to do when you’re faced with an injustice and feel powerless.”

-‘Mother’ Jones.

-Michael Scott

The Democrats have a long history of waiting until Republicans hold a majority in both houses to propose milquetoast change.

Keeps their name in the papers without actually having to do anything.

I think we know the solution then.

Be like pap paw

Teach your kids survival and weapons skills. Understanding politics won’t be enough to save them

Powerful men protecting themselves with idiots has never once lead to an assassination. NEVER. not once. Nope no sir. Hasn’t happened

One of my call center buddies was in charge of receiving requests for freight transport and asking his NCO to approve them. His NCO say directly behind him. So he’d stare at a computer screen until a request came in, turn around, ask for approval which would be framed, then turn back around and click the approve button.

“you agreed to display ads on your vehicles. This vehicle is mine. You may not display ads in it.”

Honestly I’d have a lawyer on the phone in a heartbeat. I’d be surprised if someone hasn’t already started a lawsuit.

I umm… I don’t think I wanna go to the library anymore

When it’s actual news, I’ll hear about it regardless.

I’m not going to perseverate over every headline, I have a life to live. The media is actively trying to piss us off, they’ll skew and distort and all but fabricate to keep us angry and engaged.

I’m not doing it. I can’t recall a single time in my life that keeping up to date up to the hour has actually improved anything for me. Sitting around just knowing stuff is happening isn’t going to change my life for the better.

I live in a safe republican state and a leans Republican district. I could send a letter to my senator, call my representative, spend hours of my time just worried about something, and still, they’ll vote how the party wants them to. Being informed and doing the things I’m supposed to do won’t change anything.

Im starting to understand John Coffey.

¿Donde esta la biblioteca?

Does that not create a case for a prejudicial jury?

Yeah. Like make some of the best films in the last 40 years. DAMN YOU COCAINE

Isn’t there an “actually infuriating” community somewhere? Or maybe a “sounds like this will be used as evidence in the divorce but ok” type thing?

Reduces by one 1/8th. Not TO one eighth. A 12 pound ball would weigh 10.5 pounds and be one size category smaller. The wizard would have to cast it several times to get musket ball sized ammunition.

Though I would throw this under ‘rule of cool.’ Maybe the reduced cannonballs are a little more dense and ignore a little armor or something. Treat them like magic animation. Wizard did spend a bunch of spells to make it happen. Give them the actual magic weapon if they do a little quest to make it happen. Regular old glue isn’t going to hold a piece of jewelry to the end of a musket. You need a master armsmith who can work magic items to do that for you.

That just means they can handle a higher CR creature, and combat might actually prove challenging for once. Since that guy is only shooting his magic cannon every other round at best.

my faithful companions

It is far too early of the morning to make contact with the folks I have made myself a family of. I treasure them too dearly to wake them at such an hour with what my wife so lovingly describes as, my nonsense. And so I put it to you, fellow lemmings, to receive this missive.

It’s been nearly two hours if the clock is to be trusted, since I last left the warm embrace of a comfortable bed, two dogs, and my aforementioned partner. My heart yearns to be enveloped in those sheets once more. But the modern luxuries we all enjoy come with a price, and that price is paid in time. Times like these, friends, where the gap between me and cold steel is filled with warm coffee, delightful banter, and a hefty pinch of salty attitude.

I write to you at this ungodly for want of something better to do. As my presence at work was requested politely behind the threat of not so polite demands, but in all that commotion they forgot to give us anything to do. And so here we all sit, collecting a wage plus a half, longing for our beds.

Tell the others I miss them, or don’t. They’ll not care either way, and take care friends. My shift is only just begun.

Signed
Truly
Wogi