Are you sure? I can still see hookworms hanging out of your fingers from last time. How do you live like that lol.

They call me the king.

The Big King.

King killer Big wheeler Cap peeler, yee.

That's what they call me around this mufukka.

Got this shit locked down.

I'm a big GANGBANGER. See?

They ain't thinking we wuz gangbangin in our neighbourhood, but they don't know about me 'n my clique dawg.

And if you all wanna be down? Sheit. We can sit down and talk.

I'm trying to disrupt my local foodbank industry but my vibecoded app keeps reflashing my phone and grok can't seem to fix it. #millionaire #hustle #momoneymoproblems

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I dunno if I'm just especially sensitive right now but it made me a bit its a relief to have someone else say some of this stuff and validate some of the coping mechanisms.

I would probably have shown this to some people IRL if it wasn't a bit aggrandizing. Not inappropriately so, but enough that I wouldn't expect someone to look past it if they didn't understand what any of this is like.

I would like to pay my respects to the indigenous people of the occupied territories known as Canada whose brave taxpayers funded this badpost video which I have liberated.

I expect I'll be remembered as a powerful ally for my economic harrying efforts.

If you inhale ethyl alcohol vapors in a concentration of 1,000 ppm (0.1 percent by volume) for eight hours, you may get drunk.
If you inhale hydrogen sulfide in a concentration of 1,000 ppm (0.1 percent by volume) for only a few seconds, you will be dead.

tovar be careful in those freight facilities

psst! get out there dude! go! we're so fuckin proud of you dude, now GO! make them happy!!

YEA THATS MY BOOIIII

One serve of staccato flow on the carpenter chills please.

thank you drive through please

(I'm not posting in the thread because the OP asked for disengagement and it was supposed to be a reply but isn't an appropriate post for that context and I'm really fucking frustrated at how stubborn and defensive and inflexible people can be, just for the sake of avoiding a moment of sincere reflection and an apology. Comrades please how are we going to get anywhere like this.)

Foolish has similarly medieval medical roots to other ablest slurs that are more widely recognised.

illustrative examples:

• early 13c., "silly, stupid, or ignorant person," from Old French fol "madman, insane person; idiot; rogue; jester,"

• also an adjective meaning "mad, insane" (12c., Modern French fou),

• c. 1200, "sinful, wicked; lecherous" (a fool woman (c. 1300) was "a prostitute") (even the phrase "fooling around" is problematic?)

• Also used in Middle English for "sinner, rascal, impious person" (late 13c.).

• the sexually explicit foolin came back into vogue in the 70s

https://www.etymonline.com/word/fool - I left out all the examples that don't agree with this because non-problematic use does not rehabilitate a word once it has been turned into a tool of oppression (apparently.)

I look this up cuz I too at one point thought foolish was fine, but I had a tiny glimmer of doubt and I checked and whoops more badness.

The fact that nobody I'm aware of has been hurt by the word fool yet doesn't change the potential for harm it carries. So why would I risk it?

What would it say about my attitude towards my comrades if I brought a sharp sword to the meeting and swung it around for my own edification? despite slashing a few of you and oops really badly hurting someone I don't know that well yet. (Hey back off I like the sword okay? It's messed up to ask me to stop being a dickhead with it.)

At one point I might have wanted, instead of adjusting my behaviour and making a concessions , to make a big performance out of the fact that the meaning of words is entirely derived from their context.

Materially, socially and the context of the words that come before and after them in the sentence and paragraphs that they arrive in. That's USUALLY the most important part that lets you determine the meaning of somebody's words.

But I'd be an asshole if I made this about that.

I might have been pedantically correct, Words don't hurt people, people hurt people type shit.

But I'd be debateperverting, being even more of an arse on top of already hurting my comrades. If I'd be willing to do that, I might even dig in every time and cynically turn every opportunity for growth into a dishonest argument of deflection and talking past each other. So why would I do that?! That seems like really shit comrade behaviour.

Not only is it none of my business whether the core root causes of someone's vulnerabilities are internally consistent and logically valid, it isn't even relevant, because we aren't attempting to calculate a truth. We're trying to get along and create a pleasant safe space to hang out in.

So long as there are some coherent and consistent things I can do to accommodate vulnerable comrades then I don't see how why I wouldn't. What kind of fragile self centered baby would I be? I mean I'm just vibin and this other person has been shocked into a trauma response from my actions, they are hurt and I am not.. perhaps I have a responsibility in multiple ways to take ownership of resolving the situation to MY COMRADE'S satisfaction. The harmed party, who I did that to. (I shouldn't have done it! but now I have the window of opportunity to fix this as best I can and adjust.

I'm not being factitious about the way I try to act and respond to this. I do try to permanently shed these words from everyday use in my vocab.

Cuz I'm not trying to be a better comrade just so I can be a good hexbear.

If I'm learning how to be a better person then I would be irrational and mean spirited indeed if I went right back to not caring (or behaving as though I didn't care) who I hurt in the rest of my life.

Low key I thought you all kinda felt like this too. I thought this was an aspect of my praxis. Sometimes inconvenient and might not get the satisfaction of a revolution to reward me for trying my best.

But its part of the deal if you ask me. What a tiny sacrifice. You really wouldn't budge on this?

I don't get it comrade. It aint nothin to me man, I got so many other words and every time I fuck up its a chance to do a better job of every other part of this meeting of communist minds.

Are you already as woke as you're going to get?

They say that I'm cozy, and sometimes
I feel like I'm cozy (I feel like I'm cozy)
But I know I'm not cozy (I'm not cozy)
And my mistakes don't make me, or break me

They say that I'm cozy, and sometimes
I feel like I'm cozy (I feel like I'm cozy)
But I know I'm not cozy (I'm not cozy)
And my mistakes don't make me, this the way ~~G*d~~ made me
They say that I'm cozy

Beanie Babezz - Cozy (2019)

The euphemism treadmill is a linguistic phenomenon where words used as euphemisms for unpleasant concepts eventually acquire negative connotations, leading to the need for new euphemisms. This cycle continues as new terms also become tainted over time, requiring further replacements.

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Examples of words that have undergone the euphemism treadmill include "c*******," which evolved to "h**********," then "d**abled," and more recently "differently abled."

Another example is "m***** r**********," which has shifted to "intellectually d**abled" as societal views on language and disability have changed.

Have you?

Never?