The entire c suite and board has to show up when the verdict is read. If it’s guilty they’re immediately shot. Any who flee and don’t show up, once they’re picked up, get dropped off the coast of that island where the natives kill outsiders. All wealth distributed amongst workers and contractors.
I prefer meat missile or love truncheon.
That’s because you guys worship Ra, but are also satanists, but started the Nazis.
The Catholic Chick Tract is my third favorite one after D&D and the one blaming the Nazis on Catholics.
I just feed my vehicles trees and children and black smoke comes out the back. Runs great.
No, no, this is the communism Republicans warned us about!!1!ONE!
I remember in the 80s and early 90s it was very popular for preachers (especially youth ministers) to have a conversion story. Like they were out doing drugs or eating babies and Jesus came to them to call them.
Youth ministers were generally more hilarious. I wish I had a nickel for every time one of them talked about how they wrestled every day with homosexual thoughts and used to give handjobs to truckers in truck stop bathrooms or whatever (ok, that’s hyperbolic but I think it’s funny). “Everyone” struggles with those kinds of thoughts we just have to resist Satan.
Motherfucker what? Am I so righteous that god said I don’t need to be tempted or am I so evil that it wouldn’t matter, because I’ve never looked at a dude and thought “Yep, gonna split him in half”.
Yep, same. Or “not this Thursday but the next”.
Horses!
The problem with the conservatorship was that the person in charge of her life also stood to gain from her.
I don’t know enough about the whole ordeal to comment more about whether it was right or wrong, but I feel like a big issue is when there’s no separation from who stands to gain and who is in charge.
What are you trying to say about Santa?
Ok, I’ve discussed this in brief before and I’m not going through the entire unfiltered rant today, but I agree with this to an extent for some of them. You see the same things when a certain personality type gets power. They start off proving that they can get away with little things. Eventually they become so enamored with the idea of being “above the law” because they’re so special and righteous that they are out there doing shit like raping kids and eating people. It’s literally just about the power.
Now there’s a whole lot of steps in between jaywalking and being a cannibal. Lots of sexual stuff (regular shit that they see as taboo like threesomes and sucking dick as well as bad shit like cheating or forcing people to do whatever thing if is you like, you know, rape). Non sexual stuff (light embezzlement, harassment, bullying). That’s where the pure, uncut rant is. One of these days I’m going to ramble across like 6 comments to get the whole rant out.
Did y’all ever find out what caused it? Anything on the security cameras? I’m all invested in this. How’s your buddy holding up?
William Shatner probably could.
I do know Cowboy Bebop haha. And yeah, that’s definitely jazz. But I listen to a lot of older jazz. Ella Fitzgerald has been one of my favorites since I was a kid and I really dig a lot of Coltrane. Louis Armstrong. I like a lot of the slow lovey songs and a lot of the sad ones. It’s the opposite of what I like in rock hahaha.
I do like old Bakersfield country. Buck Owens, Emmylou Harris, Merle Haggard, and those guys. You can draw a line from them to outlaw country to Alt country. And from them to a lot of Southern Rock, roots, and swamp rock.
I could talk about this all day haha
I think that you and I could have been very good friends in real life. I went through my bigotry phase because it was just everywhere around me. Escaped through music and food. A playlist that goes from Sabbath to AIC to Mark Lanegan to Black Pistol Fire to 21 Savage to BigXthaPlug to Whiskey Myers to Amigo the Devil. And that just scratches the surface. That doesn’t even get into the 1920s folk blues or 50s jazz and soul. Pretty much the only thing I won’t listen to is Nashville country.
I had to go back and look to see if I wrote this comment.
Alt-country and dark Americana are my jam. Whiskey Myers is from my neck of the woods and actually calls out the titty bar that was down the street from where I worked (I passed that thing at least 10 times a week) in Broken Window Serenade. Used to go watch them play local shows in the late 00s and early 10s before I moved to Houston. They are all pretty good guys.
I feel like a few weeks ago I called out Cocaine and Abel as being one of the saddest songs I know somewhere on Lemmy.
I’ll also say that smack gave us a lot of grunge music.
Yep. Land where I grew up was notoriously cheap if you didn’t get the mineral rights. You could be poor as fuck and have a tar paper shack on 10 acres and have zero time to produce anything useful on the land. Horses aren’t expensive to buy. You can get used tack and hay and oats were inexpensive where I grew up. Maybe a hundred bucks a month to own a horse (this would have been over 30 years ago, definitely more expensive today)? This was not for racing, heavy work, or horse girl stuff, but you could take care of one for not much if your hobby was riding or if you just liked having a horse around. Or you have zero land and help your neighbor with chores and your horse lives next door.
I do pretty well for myself but I’ve got an arrangement like that right now. I go help out on my buddy’s small ranch every year during the summer. I help enough that there’s a horse out there that’s mine, on paper at least. He gets the same treatment as the rest of the horses and I own all the gear. Costs me some time, but in all honesty it’s time I want to be outdoors anyway.