I fear though that leaving behind religion just means people will find other things to religiously latch onto. Look at techbros with technology, cults who kiss the feet of the regular vanilla human who leads them, analysts with market systems.
The need to believe in something bigger and more powerful than us that can save and guide us seems to be built into a lot of humans on a fundamental level, sadly.
Maybe people who can look past the censorship? Or people who understand that the people doing the censoring will get in trouble on certain types of social media if they don’t?
I like that one guy who ordered a castle with a lion making a speech on top.
There is no permanent connection between the gut and the rear of the body. Instead, as waste accumulates, part of the gut starts to balloon out until it touches the outer layer, or epidermis. The gut then fuses with the epidermis, forming an anal opening. Once excretion is complete, the process is reversed and the anus vanishes.
It has a vanishing, temporary invisible anus. WTF
In 2024 it was described to possess the ability be biological immortal by undergoing reverse development after the onset of sexual reproduction from mature lobate to early cydippid
And it’s immortal. Man nature, you crazy
Song of the South please and thank you
Can we nominate shorts? Because Bugs Bunny Nips the Nips should be chewed up and then shat out like the pile of crap it is.
Holmes had been buried in the morning papers all the way down, but after we had passed the Hampshire border he threw them down and began to admire the scenery. It was an ideal spring day, a light blue sky, flecked with little fleecy white clouds drifting across from west to east. The sun was shining very brightly, and yet there was an exhilarating nip in the air, which set an edge to a man’s energy. All over the countryside, away to the rolling hills around Aldershot, the little red and grey roofs of the farm-steadings peeped out from amid the light green of the new foliage.
“Are they not fresh and beautiful?” I cried with all the enthusiasm of a man fresh from the fogs of Baker Street.
But Holmes shook his head gravely.
“Do you know, Watson,” said he, “that it is one of the curses of a mind with a turn like mine that I must look at everything with reference to my own special subject. You look at these scattered houses, and you are impressed by their beauty. I look at them, and the only thought which comes to me is a feeling of their isolation and of the impunity with which crime may be committed there.”
“Good heavens!” I cried. “Who would associate crime with these dear old homesteads?”
“They always fill me with a certain horror. It is my belief, Watson, founded upon my experience, that the lowest and vilest alleys in London do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling and beautiful countryside.”
“You horrify me!”
“But the reason is very obvious. The pressure of public opinion can do in the town what the law cannot accomplish. There is no lane so vile that the scream of a tortured child, or the thud of a drunkard’s blow, does not beget sympathy and indignation among the neighbours, and then the whole machinery of justice is ever so close that a word of complaint can set it going, and there is but a step between the crime and the dock. But look at these lonely houses, each in its own fields, filled for the most part with poor ignorant folk who know little of the law. Think of the deeds of hellish cruelty, the hidden wickedness which may go on, year in, year out, in such places, and none the wiser.
Spoken like someone who’s never had their calf ripped open by a dog before.
Yeah, but his donation was something like 72% of the donations to that party by money given. That’s not just a donation; that’s him funding his own private far-right party. And if he wants his own far-right party, it’s probably not just for looks.
This guy co-owns Mullvad. That all Mullvad is doing about it is wringing their hands and saying ‘oh, but it’s his money, there’s nothing we can do’ is, quite frankly, disgusting. It’s his money that he got from your company, in large enough quantities he can go out and buy himself some racists.
If a lower-level employee makes some shit-ass racist comment on their own time, they tend to get canned immediately. Yet all this asshole gets is Mullvad shaking their heads and saying ‘well, it doesn’t align with our values, but what you gonna do?’ Bullshit.
Sounds more like they didn’t even know it was there. Looks like Trump’s sycophants decorated the booth on their own initiative.
Personally I say props to the company for not merely ‘chastising’ or complaining but immediately withdrawing completely from the fair once they found out about the flag.
I spent one summer day snorkeling around tidepools as a kid; it was a blast. Saw a bunch of fish, even an octopus!
…And I didn’t put sunscreen on at all, so my back got so burned I couldn’t hardly sit or lie down the entire rest of the trip lol
Never forgot sunscreen again that’s for sure
Vintage! Especially 1920s-1940s fashion. The hats especially back then were just the best
Yes, we know that. The hypothetical here is that the animal is fully aware and fully consents to being killed and eaten. Obviously this is not a thing in the real world; it’s just a thought experiment.