FALGSConaut [comrade/them]

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Cake day: May 17th, 2021

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  • Besides the obvious like surplus labour value being stolen by my boss I’ve been stolen from a couple of times. I had my car broken into once (I accidentally left it unlocked since I had a family emergency to get to), they stole my jacket and some change out of the cup holder. I didn’t really care since I had more tragic matters to deal with at the time and if they needed to steal my jacket they needed it more than me. I was/am lucky enough to have a spare so I really didn’t think much about it. They did leave a half carton of coffee creamer behind though, I was a little confused about that











  • I dunno, all the slurs and gratuitous feet shots get old. Yea I enjoy some of his movies, but scenes like his “dead [slur] storage” bit in Pulp Fiction get to be really grating.

    It was cathartic to see him get immediately blown to pieces in Django Unchained, and seeing a theater full of Nazis getting machinegunned will always hold a special place in my heart



  • I’ve been collecting Chick Tracts I find laying around, and my Holy Grail is finding a copy of the one about the satanic game of dungeons and dragons, titled Dark Dungeons. Unfortunately it’s a niche subject and not included in their variety packs, you have to order it specifically, which means unless I find a very specific crank still caught up in the satanic panic there’s a very low chance of ever finding it in the wild




  • I hate to quote fucking Eisenhower but even broken clocks etc etc…

    Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. The cost of one modern heavy bomber is this: a modern brick school in more than 30 cities. It is two electric power plants, each serving a town of 60,000 population. It is two fine, fully equipped hospitals. It is some fifty miles of concrete pavement. We pay for a single fighter with a half-million bushels of wheat. We pay for a single destroyer with new homes that could have housed more than 8,000 people. . . . This is not a way of life at all, in any true sense. Under the cloud of threatening war, it is humanity hanging from a cross of iron.

    Even he was warning us about the MIC, and now people say “what about those employed making bombers? Surely that’s the only job they’re capable of! What else would they do?”