It is now veanis

What a bunch of DORKS

• Bigger in size
• Wears glasses, a white shirt, and green pants
• Named after one of the Twelve Disciples of Jesus
• Surname is of a mythological creature with a body of a lion and a head of an eagle
• Has a family

Anyone know where I can find a guy like this?

That stuff is only scary to a very specific group of Christians.

Man I'm an asshole. But still, I feel the trope is played out in horror.

I just don't get it. How is a pentagram scary?

maybe if it's vegan idk

The hair is too damn similar to mine for me to not use this image for the holiest of purposes

I made this a long time ago when I was a lib 🤢

I believe there is a gaping hole in the field of epistemology, particularly in how it categorizes knowledge. We all know philosophers are liars by nature, so why not take from the philosopher in american history, Daniel Rumsfeld.

To quote him directly, "As we know, there are known knowns; there are things we know we know. We also know there are known unknowns; that is to say we know there are some things we do not know. But there are also unknown unknowns—the ones we don't know we don't know."

Slavoj Žižek himself has spoken on the fourth category here, the unknown known.

"If Rumsfeld thinks that the main dangers in the confrontation with Iraq were the 'unknown unknowns', that is, the threats from Saddam whose nature we cannot even suspect, then the Abu Ghraib scandal shows that the main dangers lie in the "unknown knowns"—the disavowed beliefs, suppositions and obscene practices we pretend not to know about, even though they form the background of our public values."

In today's world where all facts are up for debate, where unknown unknowns are the greatest threats of all (not known knowns such as human-caused climate change), our best chance for survival is to adopt this framework.

What do you think?

(gold star for the first person to explain the joke)

me: sad because shitty job and no social life

i'm partial to the classics. i still remember one from my childhood and it makes me laugh a lot two decades later:

Here I sit, broken-hearted

Came to shit but only farted

that was written by Walt Shitman

Is it this sick Ollie I'm pulling off?

I have a giant nose and IBS and hate my mother