I stand still at the starting line but still win because my opponent accidentally shoots their own dick off
It occurs to me that if you wanted to tell a story about how "peaceful" life under occupation is inextricable from armed struggle against it, it's hard to pick a better metaphor than the character of a copper wire smuggler. The same coil that goes into rockets will heat water for stew.
What's authoritarianism? I've never heard the word in any work of theory
Considering taking apart sidewalk bedframes until I have enough sturdy wood to build a nice baroque weight bench
My friend just showed me this for the first time
Also judging by the state of the roofs, every RPG was apparently fired from directly above
basically every
Love how reddit dialect has filtered up to state propaganda
Imagine being a billionaire with the ability to build your own submarine and for your ballast system you choose a bunch of fucking metal pipes
Dronies downvoting 🤷♂️
not a fighting force
Genuine question, I know tone is hard to read online but I promise I'm not trying to be snarky: do you know the role that special forces in general and green berets in particular play in US proxy wars? They don't fight, they raise and train local militias how to do insurgency and kill political enemies. Anytime green berets are in a country next door to an enemy of the US empire, it's because they're training the next ARVN, Taliban or Azov Battalion.
This is just gonna make people hate the sight of their loved one's faces
The water can fuck off, how about that
"This pernicious water keeps seeping into my boat through all these holes"
"In that case are you going to repair the holes, or at least stop drilling more?"
"How much is Water paying you you fucking bot shill"
"People were criminally charged for it! That means it definitely happened, like the ritual satanic abuse at McMartin preschool."
Why are you still here and not defending democracy from die Russich hordes?
Ruthless capitalism for thee, protectionism for me
The original Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark books, with the fucked up heroin withdrawal style illustrations
I always wonder about those sudden, stomach hollowing moments of bleak gut warning you get sometimes. Like when you're about to go through a normal doorway at night that youve wqlked through a thousand times, but this time the lighting of the place just seems off, flat and cold and uncaring, and an insistent sickly tickle at the base of your spine whispers that something horrible will happen to you if you go through that door tonight. Even describing the feeling sends shivers down my back.
I wonder if she had a moment like that the last time she went underground, the sudden certainty, chilling in it's stark plainness, that she was going to die down there.