You just gotta fight back and live your life. Sounds simple, but in my country, we lived through “the perfect dictatorship”. We know this shit.
You just gotta fight back and live your life. Sounds simple, but in my country, we lived through “the perfect dictatorship”. We know this shit.
There are always fighters like you which can’t be blamed. Nevertheless, most of the American voters are frankly deranged. As a Mexican who has been in the rural areas of the USA, it really fits.
I remember seven years ago. Beautiful IV Reich there with caged migrant kids, white Americans publicly scolding people for speaking Spanish, improvisation all around, xenophobia as a government policy, riots on the streets. A revolution is due.
You’d probably like Paul’s Boutique by the Beastie Boys. You may also wanna try Nujabe’s Modal Soul.
Okay, then.
They are forced. They fight against the Ukrainian Army for their survival, because being drafted means they will probably die at this point. If they could keep avoiding the army, they would probably survive until this madness ends.
You can have your side on this and think Ukraine is fighting for survival, but that’s a point of view, an idea. Some facts are:
Argument: War is almost lost. People are finite.
It’s clearly a giant.
You should also take into account the animosity against lemmy.ml in general from some instances and communities. Something to do with the moderation here or something else.
The one about the head of my sister.
It was a total tragedy. My sister dies at fifteen in a train accident, all messed up. Except her head. While mourning for her, my family members start hearing rumors about her being miraculous. The rumors became a cult. The thing is, my sister’s head was invulnerable. Her head wasn’t damaged at all in the train wreck, and even dead, her head wasn’t decomposing.
People started coming to see it by themselves. It was true. Her head was pristine, but for us, for me, it was still my older sister. The cult became a part of the church. They built some temple for her head where people could go to see her. I remember the altar. It was all made of crystal, sometimes they put flowers there, giving it some color. Her head was inside a crystal cube on a pedestal, so people could watch her from every direction. They put her a crown, like a quinceañera (this is similar to a humble crown in one of those female beauty contests). To get to her head, people had to climb like a hundred crystal steps, curved, not straight.
My sister’s head wasn’t neither alive. The head didn’t age but also wouldn’t talk. Her eyes were always shut, but you could see her face, her mouth displaying different recognizable expressions, like a shy smile or some concern. She looked beautiful.
Probably the invasion of our civilization by an army of some rock-like anthropomorphic civilization. They were intelligent and very hard to hurt. Even if I dreamed them as a child, I still remember their faces and big heads with those cat eyes. They were never alone and sized like robust basketball players.
Delonix regia, the original flamboyant.
I’m running the KDE spin, because, well, just because. It was a bit strange to think about it, like “Nautilus? I’m not having that problem. Wait a minute”. This year I stopped using GNOME, nothing specific about it, just wanted to try Plasma. Wanted to experience the old convenience of Linux to just switch to another DE with a couple of commands.
I upgraded yesterday, thinking I may have not enough time to do it the rest of the year. It already works great in my AMD Ideapad.
I am kind of unemployed and just maintaining the house in order would take away those 24h in a breeze. Keep your house pretty, in order and well supplied.
It is inherently disruptive. And “knowing” Linus, if he apologizes for the communication, it won’t come soon enough.
Somehow, that’s comforting to me. And hey, it’s been almost a day and we are still around.
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How do you people propose to call them? Expansionists? Colonialists? Genocidists?