NotAFuckingBot

My dad was a drunken asshole who grew up in a tough world. He wasn’t suited to fatherhood, and wasn’t prepared to deal with a kid that was not him.

I suspect he had his own ND issues that would have been even more difficult for him do deal with as a kid in the 40s and 50s, not to mention his parents.

He was probably raised with the same kind of abuse I was, and more. I don’t hate him.

As an ADHD kid in the 60s and 70s, I was punished for existing by most teachers/school boards, other kids, and my father.

(That doesn’t mean that I wasn’t hella annoying, of course.)

That being said, I agree.

When you don’t have viable choices, that is most certainly NOT ‘being satisfied with that’.

I live in IN, across the river from KY. This sounds completely on brand.

In his mind, yeah.

Very nice work!

Youtube can eat shit and post it to ‘shorts’ before I turn my ad-blocker off.

Stop trying to be the Antichrist, Elon. We already hate you…let that be enough.

Chip Elon and put him through what he put the monkeys through. Same conditions.

Feeling guilty for existing.

That’s the idea. Here’s hoping they get it.

Obligatory video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M-9USB_bcJA

Fuck that twat.

I was in the Air Force in the late 70s. Worked in the flight surgeon’s office, so if anything went down on the flight line, we were there.

If you wanna see Kegels In Action, watch what happens when many many gallons of JP-4 gets spilled on nukes inside a B-52D on the alert pad.

Fun times!

Yes.

There’s only been two reasons for me to quit a job: shitty pay and shitty people in charge.

Sounds like this company has both.

When I wanted to do some lemmying earlier, the LemmyWorld logo said ‘Israel’, and when I put my cursor over it, it said 'N***a Style. Then when I clicked the logo (stupid me, no doubt), it redirected me to a pic of some dude with a cigar, with the caption (iirc) “I r * pe kids in the woods”. I did a virus scan which came up clear. Dunno what else to do when shit like that happens, as I am not the brightest bulb in the chandelier.

Too late for that.

I reckon that when you finally go, you’ll need a poop knife to get that grogan down the hopper.