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This is why I must not be allowed to travel in space.
Where opinions are ferocious and weird
This is why I must not be allowed to travel in space.
The actual phrase is “a few bad apples spoil the batch,” not “a few bad apples, so let’s make pie anyway, it’ll be delicious, what could possibly go wrong?”
I have concluded that I have been visited by a time traveler doctor.
“Brutal honesty” is rarely honest and always brutal.
Is it weird that the people who seem the most pious are the ones you later discover have 150 petabytes of unspeakable horrors on their computer?
I have been thinking for a long time now that the vast majority of “three wish” stories are to encourage people to remain happy in their stations.
A god who can be worshiped from a closet doesn’t need a tax haven. And one who cannot be worshiped from a closet ain’t worth shit.
Few people who claim to be Christian understand just how beautiful Satan was.
Beware of those who offer “compromise” or “let’s find a solution somewhere in the middle.”
Fear is born of irrationality and ignorance goading each other in the darkness of your mind.
My version of the Paleo Diet includes the possibility of cannibalism.
Our world should not be a good place for the growth of weeds which require strangling others to live. I am not talking about plants.
I dunno for sure, but if some sort of god made itself flesh and then proceeded to torture and kill itself in a gruesome way as a favor to others, I’d be steering clear of that weird shit.
I am exploring the hypothesis that laws do not prevent people from doing horrible things. Fear of the punishments do.
“You are poor because you made bad choices” is a fairy story sold by people who don’t want you to look at their books. It is massively to their advantage to convince people that being rich and being poor are a result of personal choice.
Remember that thing that parents did, when they caught us smoking, and said “you wanna smoke, then let’s go crazy!” and they made you smoke twenty or fifty cigarettes until you puked tar and realized it was a shitty idea?
If you plan to dispose of or dismiss people, one of the marginally more clever tools is to start out calling them “heroes.” It makes the disposal super effective, because you can call it “sacrifice.”
I think it’s totally legit that if a leader threatens you if you investigate him, that you absolutely must investigate him. If you want to follow someone worth a damn, find the person who is not only open, but encourages people to check their work.
Just a reminder — the only reason US citizens don’t have mutual equal access to the best medical care and education available on the planet is because someone is benefiting from having a large portion of citizens essentially stupid and disposable.
Just a little reminder to anyone who might have forgotten: Unless you are talking about lowering yourself into a pit toilet, the phrase you’re probably hoping to use is “waist-high,” not “waste-high.”
I think it’s significant that so many people are bizarrely willing to support a “devil’s advocate” as if this is some sort of valid position and yet no such energy is offered to the good-side advocate. The “angel’s advocate,” if you will.
Post-mortem predation for dogs won’t start for several days — they have to be pretty desperate. Post-mortem predation for cats starts within the first 24 hours of death.
I would not say that I believe in reading entrails to ascertain whether or not the future is bright. That said, however, I think the future could be made brighter depending on whose entrails are selected. These statements do not contradict each other.
Our culture seemingly worships the heroic/crazy notion of “Well, it might NOT work, but if it does, wouldn’t that be great? Sure, the odds are long, but let’s roll the dice! Don’t tell me the odds, let’s just do it because it should be done, because it’s right and just and heroic — even if …
I am both a diver and a zombie movie fan, so when I try to remember “Nitrox,” and I instead keep remembering “Trioxin,” then that is a hilarious thing. “Send more divers!”
Most of us fantasize about fighting in the Great Zombie War. We just make assumptions about which team we’d be on.
All these “ideas” about how to keep bullets out of kids and other people who have not consented to having bullets put into them are starting to sound a lot like how to keep unwanted dicks out of people — treating both bullets and dicks as a kind of uncontrollable natural force.
Sometimes there is extraordinary beauty in even the meanest of things. It does not make the beauty less for its birth, nor the horrors better for their act of genesis. It reminds us the Universe is more complex than we expected.
“Atheists can’t be trusted to operate morally,” basically means “If I weren’t being threatened by eternal damnation I’d be a complete bag of dicks, and I can’t imagine anyone else doing better than me at self-control, either.”
I have come to the notion that there’s a lot to be said for gratitude and for apologies and for kindness when it comes to multiple partner relationships. If it helps any, awesome. If it doesn’t, also awesome.