There’s a type of man our era mass-produces.Rich boy. Never hears "no" in a way that sticks. Every failure cushioned by money, lawyers, and someone poorer taking the hit. On the rare occasion he did hear "no" as a child, it probably arrived as a slap from his father; less a boundary, more a jolt … Continue reading The Rich Boy Tyrant and the Great Git Consensus
Do you remember life before the internet? When time moved differently, and a computer was just… a computer.It didn’t need to know who you were, didn’t ask for constant connection.You turned it on, and it was ready. Simple. Self-contained.There was a kind of peace in that honesty.These days, I notice how much noise has crept … Continue reading Resisting the Upgrade Treadmill
How have your political views changed over time? I've abandoned the naive hope that leaders might be wise, rather than wealthy fools stumbling through decisions with pockets deeper than their thoughts. We’ve been told the same story for generations: the rich rule, and the rest serve. It’s presented as if it’s an unchangeable truth, woven … Continue reading A Story We Tell Ourselves
What’s one thing I’d change about myself? Probably the part that got stuck somewhere around the year 2000. But honestly, I like it here—it’s comfy, and the save icon still makes sense. Old enough to remember when computers relied on audio tape recorders to store and retrieve data. That sound—half screech, half static—marked the beginning … Continue reading How Old Am I?
There once was a roast, hot and steamy, With gravy that poured in a dreamy. Bangers so thick, Made the ladies all quick, And chips that were cheeky and creamy!
Choosing a favorite animal feels impossible, for each offers something unique—comfort, wonder, or quiet strength. Some are steady and familiar, others wild and free, while some sustain us in silence. Each has its place, not to be ranked but cherished for the role it plays, whether to comfort, inspire, or support.
There’s a certain peace in simply letting go—like slipping from the clutches of an off-key melody forced upon us by self-anointed conductors. Their insistent beat fades, the dust they stirred settling at last.Politicians are deft in their craft, skilled at luring us to pour out what’s ours—our time, our breath, our guarded trust. They arrive … Continue reading Art of Turning
What will your life be like in three years? Didn't it used to be five years? Have we got less time to plan our lives? Who decided that one? I missed that memo.Mind you, I missed the one about five years ago. I think I might've been living rather than planning my life.How the hell … Continue reading Mysterious Tory
I mean, why money? Money's just a symbol of power; it's not the power itself. We kinda rely on it, but we're still around even when we're broke.The weird thing about money worship is that it's not really about what you can buy; it's treated like some sort of deity.If money were a god, what … Continue reading What’s better to admire than money?
TW: Mentioning eugenics in a way that would make far-right nutjobs fume for no good reason.
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