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But a global downturn in demand for mined diamonds, which account for more than 80 percent of the Southern African exports, has taken a toll on the economy.

Another L for IMF's "export led growth" model causing economic hardships.

Capitalist bootlickers that think everybody who isn't in their special little club should have to spend every hour of their existence as a work bot are the saddest example of "humanity" this system produces. I pity these soulless shells.

Pretty proud of how this turned out. My partner went as Chappell Roan so it made for a good bit.

Please, swing state voter, vote Harris and we swear, we promise, two Harris voters will vote 3rd party.

I swear, if people were less bazinga brained, we’d see less news stories about CP waifus and more actual art created using smaller scale image generation AI that didn’t require entire data centers to run.

Re-Screen it constantly. Have everyone dress up and yell shit and throw things at the screen.

I don't want to say it was a UFO, but it was unidentified.

It was a couple dressed as Mulder and Scully and their kid was a little green alien 👽

That's too cute 🥰

Go ahead, ask me how I know

Halloween feels different now

• If you don't vote for Trump, you don't want power, you want to endlessly critique power.
• If you don't vote for Trump you are throwing away your vote.
• If you don't vote for Trump, he might get 79999 votes, while 101% Hitler gets 80000 votes.
• If you don't vote for Trump you hate democracy.
• If you don't vote for Trump you are a stupid tanky.
• If you don't vote for Trump you love Hamas.
• It is your patriotic duty to vote for Trump.
• Trump has the support of many respectable Iraq war criminals.
• Trump will have Republicans in his government.
• When Trump is elected we can got back to brunch.

Considering all of these excellent arguments, us liberals should really get behind this Trump guy.

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It’s a week before the election. Quit browbeating me and go talk to some people who have a chance of listening to you. Or are you actually just a cynical sophist who likes winning arguments more than you do “saving democracy”?

The bleeding from my throat stopped early in the morning, around 4:00 or so. I still went to my family doctor, who told me to take Mucosolvan (tastes terrible, but whatever). Doc told me as long as there are no other side effects it should heal by itself. I’m feeling pretty okay again—no pain or anything, just a slight discomfort in my throat.

If anything changes, I’ll go see a doctor again, but as it stands, I consider myself fine. No other side effects etc.

also it's 'Yahweh' btw

But it's 200,000 Palestinians on one track and every politician taking AIPAC money on the other.

VELCOME MORTALS TO HEXBEARS HYELLOVEEN SCARETACULAR- cough

Gather around the campfire and listen to my story, and then share your own in the comments below. The only condition is that it better be pants poopingly spooky or else the poop ghost will getcha! He wants your poooooooOooop

Our story begins in a graveyard. It was getting dark and Morty the groundskeeper was about to leave after doing a routine inspection of the cemetery grounds. As he walked to the gate and reached out to push it open, he heard a faint whisper, as if someone was standing behind him, but he couldn't quite make out the words being said.

His turned to the direction where the sound had come from, but saw nothing. "Is someone there?" He asked loudly. No reply. He began to get slightly annoyed. If some teens were hoping to trash the place after dark, he didn't want to deal with it. He shrugged and decided it was a problem for security.

He began to push the gate again and as he did, he heard another sound, right behind him. This time, it sounded like running footsteps. He whipped around quickly.

"What the hell?!"

Nobody was there, but there was a shoe, sticking out of the mud, just a few feet behind him. He stared, it was starting to get pretty dark now, but it was definitely a shoe. He carefully walked over and picked it up. Yeah, a large mens dress shoe. So it wasn't teens. A homeless man, maybe? No, a homeless man wouldn't mess with him like this, right? And it was too nice a shoe. Maybe the shoe had been left by an earlier visiter during the day, he thought.

"But then how do you explain the sound of running feet?" A voice said, clear as day behind him. He spun around. Again, no one was there.

"Ok you can stop messing with me now, cut it out. It's closing time." Morty said, admittedly not as assertive as he wanted to sound.

But whoever the voice belonged to didn't seem to hear. It suddenly spoke again, sounding almost like a host enquiring to an audience,

"And what of the whispering he heard before?" It asked.

"Where the... Heck is that coming from?" Morty grumbled as he looked all around, his eyes fell upon some of the graves nearby, and his blood ran cold

"And how then do you explain the man emerging from the grave?" The voice said.

Morty screamed. Climbing out of the grave dirt, halfway out of the ground to his waist was TV sensation Johnathan Frakes.

"We got you." he said with a cheeky smile.

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