tetris11

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[–] tetris11@lemmy.ml 6 points 9 months ago* (last edited 9 months ago) (3 children)

I'd believe it if a good portion of black americans I've seen are tall and muscular, but I'd say their proportions are similar to their white american counterparts, i.e. a spectrum.

I think they just want it more, and its one of the few paths to success they have.

[–] tetris11@lemmy.ml 7 points 9 months ago

North American term for English Wenches. I think Hoe's are another tool misused in this manner.

[–] tetris11@lemmy.ml 2 points 9 months ago (5 children)

I'm not a huge fan of cancel culture either, but I've not paid a cent to any artists' work that I love in my whole life, so I feel I can justify my position by holding up my hands and saying "hey, I don't fund their lifestyle. Never have, never will."

[–] tetris11@lemmy.ml 6 points 9 months ago

I'm in, take my money.

[–] tetris11@lemmy.ml 2 points 9 months ago

Grandad, for the last time - those aren't parrots, they're people, and that's not a stick you're holding it's a rifle

[–] tetris11@lemmy.ml 19 points 9 months ago* (last edited 9 months ago)

I was cycling home one evening down a remote unlit path, when I saw this kid slumped up against a tree in a ditch. Concerned, I doubled back and called out to him "hey, are you okay?"

He didn't look my way, just quietly responded with some hesitation "...yes." Unsettled by the hesitation, I asked him again another way "is all well? Do you need help?"

Again, he barely looks my way and in a very quiet voice responds "...no." I didn't know what to do at this point, as a non-native speaker I'd exhausted my conversation options.

I try to cycle on but do so slowly, looking back at an increasingly skeletal looking figure resting against that tree in that small ditch.

In the distance I see another cyclist coming way, and I hail him to a stop with my flashlight. The guy thankfully speaks English, and I tell him about the kid and the tree, and to check up on him.

I ride on a bit more but I look back to see that the other cyclist did stop and appears to be having an equally difficult monotone conversation with the kid too. Resigned to the fact that I did all I could, I cycle on.

A little bit further down the path I see two kids walking towards me. "Hey!" I cry, "there's another kid down by that tree over there! Do you know him?"

"Yeah, he's our friend" comes the easy reply, and then the kicker, "we're playing hide and seek."

[–] tetris11@lemmy.ml 4 points 9 months ago (1 children)

Look, would you stop being reasonable for a second and just fight already?

[–] tetris11@lemmy.ml 4 points 9 months ago

The Chronicles of Israfel - Starborn

[–] tetris11@lemmy.ml 3 points 9 months ago* (last edited 9 months ago) (3 children)

Out there is someone with a hawk-whistle and a jar of raisins. I pray that you too shall never meet.

[–] tetris11@lemmy.ml 8 points 9 months ago (9 children)

Presumably the peanuts to lure squirrels, and the whistle to sic your black-feathered demon army on them, you sicko

[–] tetris11@lemmy.ml 3 points 9 months ago (4 children)

If those pension investments come crashing down, the government will just have to roll out a new pension scheme not tied to money. E.g. mandatory social duty where all young and able people work in rotas to take care of 1 to 2 elderly people per month.

[–] tetris11@lemmy.ml 1 points 9 months ago* (last edited 9 months ago)

Longevity wasn't a metric the Phoebus Cartel was actively maximising

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