No one said they can’t. But we can and should call out propaganda for what it is. Especially when it comes from authoritarian, genocidal, despotic governments.

Yeah it’s not really a feasible idea, imo. People are terrible and it would be a classic tragedy of the commons.

Like getting caught stealing a pack of gum, and as a punishment you have to give back half the pack.

That’s probably the easiest part. You hard boil eggs and then let them sit in a mix of mirin, soy sauce, and sugar. Some recipes add more ingredients to the marinade, but that’s the basic version. They can marinate for between 3 days to a week.

Are you threatening me?

Can we talk about the🤘shaved into the back of that dude’s dome?

I like your optimism. I think we monkeys all die on this rock.

me: Now I’m stressed. Time to lay in bed procrastinating until 2:45pm.

It also keeps his friends working who aren’t in front of the camera. If he can take a vacation and get a solid payday for a bunch of people, why not?

Grandpa was right :-/

Nah, it’s simply not very nice there.

I’m new here too! I heard that there’s a Portland discord that has some stuff like that. Maybe we can start cross posting interesting things from there?

At a Willie Nelson show?! Damn, people need to chill the fuck out if you gotta make murderous political statements at a 90 yr old pot head’s concert.

Also I can’t believe Willie is 90! Jealous you got to go to that show.

What does that have to do with anarchism? User created and moderated spaces are perfectly compatible with anarchism, imo.

Dude. Same. I would sometimes make a little sleep mask out of a wash cloth.

I just let my parents think that. Somehow, yanking it seemed less weird.

Beautiful shot! Makes me feel nostalgic for a place I’ve never been.

That’s a lemmy

Since I was a kid. You’re the first person I’ve ever heard talk about it. I guess I always thought it was super weird so i never told anyone.

I’m sick of your laugh, your snoring, and your goddamn farts! Goddamn your farts! You smell like piss, you smell like jism, like rotten dick, like curdled foreskin, like hot onions fucked a farmyard shit house. And I’m sick of your smell. I’m sick of it! I’m sick of it, you goddamned drunk. You goddamned no-account, son-of-a-bitch-bastard liar! That’s what you are! You’re a goddamned drunken, horse-shitting, short, shit liar. A liar!

Moonbean