

So sad. One person’s son, blowing up another person’s son.
I don’t understand why we’re still doing this after 4000 years.


So sad. One person’s son, blowing up another person’s son.
I don’t understand why we’re still doing this after 4000 years.
How tf does he just go wherever he wants? Somebody please just fucking get rid of him.
Have we forgotten how many 5 year olds that man has deflowered?
He shouldn’t be anywhere near public places.


He’s right you know. The answer is yes.


That black hole in the centre will eat anything


Well, atleast they’re honest. Wouldn’t be surprised if this was a litmus test for trump.


Too many chefs in the kitchen spoils the hroth
I think people should take some responsibility and choose to be born earlier next time. If somebody buys a house before you do, we’ll… That’s on you.


AC: Pokémon


It’s 11:05am in Spain right now. I guarantee there will be people still partying right now.
There’ll be people hungover on the sofas in their villas, some enjoying a big breakfast in the sun, and probably quite a few who are currently not turning up for work.
It’s a good day to be Spanish.


As somebody who has sometimes been suicidal. I agree with this.
It’s basic Darwinism. If I don’t have the tools to survive, then I’m not going to. There’s no hard feelings.
I’m sure people will think about me, as much as they did about that courtesan who died on Rue Helene in 1746. Who’s that you might ask?
Exactly.


AI has been fighting the Russians in Ukraine for a few months now.


Do we have any proof that she hasn’t been resurrected in another universe?
I’m not being facetious here. I’m deliberately trying to point out the gaps in our own logic.
We are consciousness, in a universe that each day seems to be more and more like an infinite simulation and we have no idea why.
I genuinely, don’t know if she’s dead. None of us do. Which makes this case rather bizarre.


Honestly, I just don’t care.
I am a monkey, I live on a rock, in the middle of an infinite empty space, that none of the smartest monkeys on this rock can figure out.
I am part of a species that has spent its entire history killing itself in the most horrifying and ghastly ways for the most benign reasons that the greatest war approaches us and everybody is so accepting.
The planet I live on is slowly becoming inhabitable to point where the thought of kids is pointless. And banks have used to many money glitches that currency across the globe is going into hyperinflation.
I really really cannot illustrate how much I do not give a fuck about the cadence of written words in that small space of relief I get from the inevitable destruction looming in a completely absurd and pointless existence.


Who gives a shit? You ever read a legal document? They’ve had the same writing style for 70 years.
Close your eyes and pretend?
Atleast you’ll feel good that way if you put in enough detail.
Or, maybe arguing makes you feel good? In that case. Well… I guess we’re all fucked.
Assume everybody is a bot, and achieve zen today.
I wonder if this is the human hive mind just reacting to itself?
I think we’re in this proto-unified consciousness where we’re adapting before eventually we get bored of arguing and all land on the same page.
Humans are gonna human. Think about it, every country started out as little groups of people, then villages, towns, cities, counties, states, countries, treaties and then continents. Within that, every single stage had a period where they’d fight amongst themselves.
I guess where just in the place now, but on a globally conscious level.
We’re about to achieve world peace, I think after the next war, once we realise we’re all the same, and technology continues to mitigate language barriers, it’s done.


The technology has emerged before the infrastructure.
This is a fairly generic complaint that humans have had for 1000s of years.
I wouldn’t worry about it.


Isn’t she a woman now?
How do you know? You weren’t there. Well… Not in your current form anyway.