I had no knowledge of this band before Saturday. Now I know that they don’t just have awesome politics. Their music is also bangin’. Sweet!

Beautiful garden.

Leftism.

His name was Hannibal Lector.

Weird shit republicans say for a thousand, Alex.

Hahaha! I can see it.

Haha, to answer that question I would have had to be listening. But I was on Lemmy. But that’s a good tip. Cheers!

Even though I’m already experienced in self-hosting, I absolutely love that you’re making this available. We need more on-ramps for newbies. Cheers!

I’m certainly in favor of seeing the IDF in prison. Bring on more chants.

Prostitution shouldn’t be a scandal. But also, all televangelists deserve to die.

You couldn’t be more in my wheelhouse.

Poor little brain-damaged baby!

Woohoo! We’re number one!

My dense urban city is not in the pathway of frequent natural disasters. I mean, it is because of a faultline, but earthquakes are somewhat rare. Big ones are super rare.

People living in tornado valley, howerver… get tornadoes every summer. And people living along the southeast coast get hurricanes pretty regularly.

I will continue to laugh at the ignorant racists who voted to cut their funding for emergency relief.

Might be worth seeing a medical professional. My lifelong insomnia turned out to be bi-polar disorder. Getting properly medicated resolved that issue. But also a really rigid sleep schedule was necessary.

About an hour into their discussions, the jury sent a note to Judge Arun Subramanian expressing concern that one juror, identified as Juror No. 25, could not follow the judge’s instructions. In response, the judge reminded the jurors of their duty to deliberate and adhere to his legal instructions.

Wtf, Juror No. 25?

I served on a jury one time. It was hell. There were stupid people who couldn’t properly interpret the evidence and testimony. It nearly drove me mad.

I will do all I can to never serve again because of those two people. Imagine having to contend with a flat-earther about trying to deliver justice. It was that dumb.

I support the ending-genocide messaging. Death, death to the IDF.

The End of Policing.

Statistics backing the value of socialism.

She screams when she doesn’t know where I am rather than walking down the hall to check where I am. I call out to her and she shuts up and enters the room. How lazy can you get?

She’s definitely my daughter. I’m lazy af.

The “jk” got me.

I wouldn’t want to be an informant right about now.