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[–] [email protected] 22 points 3 hours ago (1 children)

So, never then?

I'm not trying to defeatist, but that kind of class solidarity requires an education as to why such class solidarity matters. The rich have access the best educations that teach them the value of keeping their system enriching their small group. The poor have no such thing and likely never will.

You can't magically make the poor get it, they have to be educated, and that takes time, effort, money that most of the poor simply do not have.

[–] [email protected] 2 points 4 hours ago

Captain's Log...

[–] [email protected] 2 points 4 hours ago

A valid point.

[–] [email protected] 1 points 5 hours ago (1 children)

...but what we really need in the USA right now is actually a big screen revival of Life of Brian.

Much more relevant to the times.

[–] [email protected] 6 points 8 hours ago (3 children)

It's not getting a lot of coverage, but there is a lot of data to support that this election was firmly stolen and Americans did not choose him. Trump ranting about stolen elections for a decade made it so Democrats are timid to send the same accusations back, worried of being considered flip-floppers after years of claiming our elections are "super duper secure, I'm super cereal."

Of course, some of us remember similar from 2004, so the idea that our elections have been secure has been a joke for a while. A falsity the Democrats stood on to justify "faith in the system."

But yeah, most Americans I deal with on the daily are uneducated fucking morons. So you, know, I also don't put it past these fucking idiots.

Finally, nobody remembers any of the "good" people in Germany during Hitler's rise to power as anything but "Nazis" and we Americans will fare no differently. That certainly isn't your fault.

[–] [email protected] 56 points 8 hours ago* (last edited 8 hours ago) (1 children)

Hey, NYT, nice way to frame what you've been doing since twenty-fucking-fifteen!

Maybe if any of the US media had ever had any fucking balls (or weren't owned by oligarchs) we wouldn't be at this point.

This is what media consolidation gets you. Thanks Bill Clinton and US congress for the Telecommunications Act of 1996 which kicked off this media consolidation frenzy.

[–] [email protected] 3 points 8 hours ago* (last edited 8 hours ago) (1 children)

Iran, 1977, mass demonstrations that were often kicked off by communists and socialists leading to a revolution in 1979.

Iran, 1988, communists, many who were involved in the revolution, begin being executed by the Islamic government.

Revolution is also sadly no guarantee of anything getting better.

"The moral arc of history bends towards justice" is a lie Westerners have sold themselves for far too long while the evidence otherwise has stared them in the face if they were paying any attention at all.

[–] [email protected] 7 points 9 hours ago
[–] [email protected] 14 points 9 hours ago (1 children)

To flip Curtis Yarvin's script, they'd make better biofuel to actually be useful.

[–] [email protected] 8 points 10 hours ago (5 children)

I guess Log Lady must have had children.

[–] [email protected] 13 points 10 hours ago* (last edited 10 hours ago) (2 children)

This is the other end of the endless bullshit from the Trump administration

Flooding the Zone with Bullshit isn't just beneficial for the Trump administration. The open displays of corruption and non-stop media coverage give other oppressive governments cover to do things like this.

  1. Coverage of stories like this is getting lost in the frantic coverage of every single bullshit thing Trump does every single day.

  2. The extreme level of corruption on display in the USA means small antisocial decisions by oppressive governments will be viewed less negatively, because they're now being compared to the USA and the Trump administration. "Well, our government sucks, but at least they're not as bad as the Americans!"

[–] [email protected] 23 points 10 hours ago* (last edited 10 hours ago)

Perez's dad is literally a Mexican immigrant. These people just hate, even their own families.

I don't like my father or want anything to do with him but I don't necessarily want him suffering just because.

 

Right from the start
I was stabbed in the heart
Didn't know I wasn't breathing
Didn't know I had been bleeding

Opened my door
Thought I was alone but
Someone was hiding
In a dark room in my home

Hum it, you will remember some of it
But if you solve it you will remember all of it

Creeper in my home, crawled in through the window
I grabbed a kitchen knife, couldn't stick it in though
Creeper had his own, shining in the moonlight
My home was very cold, and something didn't feel right

Right from the start
I was stabbed in the heart
Didn't know I wasn't breathing
Didn't know I had been bleeding

Opened my door
Thought I was not alone, but
Someone was hiding in the dark room in my home

Right from the start
I was stabbed in the heart
Didn't know I wasn't breathing
Didn't know I had been bleeding

Opened my door
Thought I was alone, but
Someone was hiding in the dark room in my home

Right from the start
I was stabbed in the heart
Didn't know I wasn't breathing
Didn't know I had been bleeding

Opened my door
Thought I was alone, but
Someone was hiding
In a dark room in my home

 

Right from the start
I was stabbed in the heart
Didn't know I wasn't breathing
Didn't know I had been bleeding

Opened my door
Thought I was alone but
Someone was hiding
In a dark room in my home

Hum it, you will remember some of it
But if you solve it you will remember all of it

Creeper in my home, crawled in through the window
I grabbed a kitchen knife, couldn't stick it in though
Creeper had his own, shining in the moonlight
My home was very cold, and something didn't feel right

Right from the start
I was stabbed in the heart
Didn't know I wasn't breathing
Didn't know I had been bleeding

Opened my door
Thought I was not alone, but
Someone was hiding in the dark room in my home

Right from the start
I was stabbed in the heart
Didn't know I wasn't breathing
Didn't know I had been bleeding

Opened my door
Thought I was alone, but
Someone was hiding in the dark room in my home

Right from the start
I was stabbed in the heart
Didn't know I wasn't breathing
Didn't know I had been bleeding

Opened my door
Thought I was alone, but
Someone was hiding
In a dark room in my home

 

I woke up thirsty on an island in the sea
I woke up hungry with hungry cougars surrounding me
I hit the soft spot on the soft spot on my head
It made me tired so I sung from my bed
"I'm ready to die, I'm ready to die, I'm ready to die"

A sword, a switchblade, any way you cut it
I'm not afraid, I know I'm going to get it
Oh, maker of such fine products
As palm trees, and the dead sea

Don't pardon me, there's nothing rude
Things conclude, things conclude!

As I slurred that chorus
The ghosts got Biggie Small sounds like a drill
The death sweat suits me
A death threat provides a thrill
I've seen the world, kissed all the pretty girls
I've said my goodbyes and now I'm ready to die

 

I woke up thirsty on an island in the sea
I woke up hungry with hungry cougars surrounding me
I hit the soft spot on the soft spot on my head
It made me tired so I sung from my bed
"I'm ready to die, I'm ready to die, I'm ready to die"

A sword, a switchblade, any way you cut it
I'm not afraid, I know I'm going to get it
Oh, maker of such fine products
As palm trees, and the dead sea

Don't pardon me, there's nothing rude
Things conclude, things conclude!

As I slurred that chorus
The ghosts got Biggie Small sounds like a drill
The death sweat suits me
A death threat provides a thrill
I've seen the world, kissed all the pretty girls
I've said my goodbyes and now I'm ready to die

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[OC] too short haiku by me (lemmy.blahaj.zone)
submitted 6 days ago* (last edited 6 days ago) by [email protected] to c/[email protected]
 

i tried to write a
good haiku but it was one
syllable short

 

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submitted 1 week ago* (last edited 1 week ago) by [email protected] to c/[email protected]
 

What it says on the tin. Power management is set to turn my monitors off after a set amount of time. They all instantly come back on. I have resorted to using a screen saver in X11 until this is solved.

Three monitors, different brands: one hdmi->hdmi, one dp->hdmi, dp->dvi (pc->monitor)

Only one of the monitors have input auto-switching and that is disabled.

I am losing my mind even the cli xset dpms force off (X11) or kscreen-doctor --dpms off (Wayland) just has them come back on seconds later.

All the A/V cables are new.

Any suggestions would be appreciated.

 

Oh, but to just dance on steel, the Sky Pulaski way.
By the fires of Elizabeth, never cease to amaze.
So hats off to the industry's casualties
Tra loo tray lay.
Oh that swamp full of grabbing hands.
Pull you under New Amsterdam.
Chinese boxes hold their secrets well.
How many are there one can never tell.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church.

Art class for the bourgeoisies, lab rats for the cat.
Real estate moguls, Chump Towers,
When the wind blows you can hear the windows go rat a tat rat a tat tat tat.

Jimmy Hoffa in the Meadowlands, weighing down that union man.
Grab his ankles, stevedores,
Oh how those Jets do roar.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church.

Oh but to just dine on sewage, cold seagull pie.
Wrestle albino alligators and spin the good lie.

Oh that swamp full of grabbing hands.
Pull you under New Amsterdam.
Chinese boxes hold their secrets well.
How many are there one can never tell.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church

 

Oh, but to just dance on steel, the Sky Pulaski way.
By the fires of Elizabeth, never cease to amaze.
So hats off to the industry's casualties
Tra loo tray lay.
Oh that swamp full of grabbing hands.
Pull you under New Amsterdam.
Chinese boxes hold their secrets well.
How many are there one can never tell.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church.

Art class for the bourgeoisies, lab rats for the cat.
Real estate moguls, Chump Towers,
When the wind blows you can hear the windows go rat a tat rat a tat tat tat.

Jimmy Hoffa in the Meadowlands, weighing down that union man.
Grab his ankles, stevedores,
Oh how those Jets do roar.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church.

Oh but to just dine on sewage, cold seagull pie.
Wrestle albino alligators and spin the good lie.

Oh that swamp full of grabbing hands.
Pull you under New Amsterdam.
Chinese boxes hold their secrets well.
How many are there one can never tell.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church

 

Daylight, I dream of you softly
I wrote you a letter that will never reach you
In Montreal, the days are much colder there
Now you grow older there without me
On the lookout, baby, won't you look out?
A car full of raccoons, I think that I'm crazy
And downtown, the bar lights illuminate
Lost in a cityscape where I try to find you

You walk like a miracle, bathing in starlight
Your voice burning holes in the frame
I danced in the parking lot, cried in the taxi home
'Cause I still remember your name

And oh, I'm not in love anymore, anymore
But I will keep you close to me forever

Moonlight, I dream of you endlessly
Drowning in reverie, waiting for morning
Dim light, I'm drunk at the bar again
Holding a stranger's hand, a crowd with no faces

And there you are, beautiful just like the first time
You reach out, I'm shaking again
You're gone in a moment, you leave me alone
But I swear you were real in my hands

And oh, I'm not in love anymore, anymore
But I will keep you close to me forever

Well, I know these words might mean nothing now
I'm stuck in this ghost town
Your softness still haunts me
Someday I'll find my way out of here
If you don't change your mind, my dear
I'll take you with me

 

Daylight, I dream of you softly
I wrote you a letter that will never reach you
In Montreal, the days are much colder there
Now you grow older there without me
On the lookout, baby, won't you look out?
A car full of raccoons, I think that I'm crazy
And downtown, the bar lights illuminate
Lost in a cityscape where I try to find you

You walk like a miracle, bathing in starlight
Your voice burning holes in the frame
I danced in the parking lot, cried in the taxi home
'Cause I still remember your name

And oh, I'm not in love anymore, anymore
But I will keep you close to me forever

Moonlight, I dream of you endlessly
Drowning in reverie, waiting for morning
Dim light, I'm drunk at the bar again
Holding a stranger's hand, a crowd with no faces

And there you are, beautiful just like the first time
You reach out, I'm shaking again
You're gone in a moment, you leave me alone
But I swear you were real in my hands

And oh, I'm not in love anymore, anymore
But I will keep you close to me forever

Well, I know these words might mean nothing now
I'm stuck in this ghost town
Your softness still haunts me
Someday I'll find my way out of here
If you don't change your mind, my dear
I'll take you with me

 

That's a long, long line, that's outside (that's outside)
That's my hometown, sold that shit out twice (yeah, two times)
At the wrong place, at the wrong time
If I die, take my hard drive, every song you find
Put it all online, yeah

Please don't act like we were close
Don't go comment on my post
Don't send flowers to my folks
When I was livin', you were ghost

I gotta go, I don't know if I'm ready
The snow in the bag, it don't fall like confetti
It's me and my brothers, it's Ed, Edd n Eddy
Yeah, hop in the car, it's a Honda or Chevy
He charged me an arm and a leg, but whatever
As long as it get me like Mario Andretti (wow)

Sound like an awful year
All they got to offer is thoughts and prayers
Pretty fast talk, like an auctioneer
You cannot afford what it cost to care
Showed no love for the long career
Now the shows over, it's off the air
Growin' up, I never thought it'd be like this
Tryna be like Skip, I never lost a hair

Do it for the fam, fuck all the data
And for the fans, thank y'all for the latter
Everybody else, thank y'all for the chatter
(Hey batta, batta, hey batta, batta bat)
Swingin' for the fence, lookin' for a couple hits
Like a home run ball to Saturn
I felt like Marshall Mathers, when he lost a battle
But I won that war, and that's all that matters

80 proof, it's in the puddin'
Penicillin with the Hennessy
That's the taste of my own medicine
That's what makes it my remedy
They tried erasing my memory, I think that creates an identity
I think that's what makes you my enemy
But you not replacing my legacy, no, no

That's a long, long line, that's outside (that's outside)
That's my hometown, sold that shit out twice (yeah, two times)
At the wrong place, at the wrong time
If I die, take my hard drive, every song you find
Put it all online, yeah

Please don't act like we were close
Don't go comment on my post
Don't send flowers to my folks
When I was livin', you were ghost

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