He could murder Donald, and that would strangely probably still be taking the high road.

Wearing lots of very thick-ribbed corduroy.

Yeah, she’s gonna fuckin’ kill you!

Is there any way to get them to realize if there’s a hell, this is how they gain admission?

Just a reminder about not tolerating intolerance.

The Paradox of Tolerance disappears if you look at tolerance not as a moral standard, but as a social contract.

If someone does not abide by the terms of the contract, then they are not covered by it.

In other words: The intolerant are not following the rules of the social contract of mutual tolerance.

Since they have broken the terms of the contract, they are no longer covered by the contract, and their intolerance should NOT be tolerated.

via: https://newsie.social/@ZhiZhu/109667839755020395

https://wikipedia.org/wiki/12_Monkeys

Set in a post-apocalyptic future devastated by disease, the film follows a convict who is sent back in time to gather information about the man-made virus that wiped out most of the human population on the planet.

Wow, two sins at once.

Hey, that’s fine. Just open source the firmware/OS. The FOSS community will take care of it.

Hey, that’s not fare to welfare queens.

he is the quote

The freedom fighters in history are my very favorite heroes. I have never wanted to be one. Electing competent leaders always seemed like a much better plan. I really hope I never have to put in the hard work of using my body to protect my loved ones and friends. I hate that I’m even having to think about this.

symlinks are sexy

They look pretty duma to me already.

It’s a keming issue. An o got too close to the l and we ended up with a demon.

It’s not pussy unless it’s from the Pussy region of France. Otherwise it’s just sparkling genitalia.

A fluffy tortie!?!?! OMG I’m dead. Too cute.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7AF9GVjS_bs

Birds fall from the window ledge above mine.
Then they flap their wings at the last second. 

You see birds fall from the window ledge above mine.
Then they flap their wings at the last second.
I can see their dead weight
Just dropping like stones
For small loaves of bread
Past my window all the time.
But unless I get up,
Walk across the room
And peer down below,
I don’t see their last second curves
Toward a horizontal flight.
All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones.

I won’t kink shame you.

College campuses. They almost always make me think that’s what utopia would be like.