It probably would have hurt her campaign to be given a fucking award to prove she was normal.

Trump did a lot of obvious theater to pretend he was with the masses and saw himself on their level instead of a man who literally coats his walls in gold. But Harris wasn't even willing to pretend she was anything other than an elite. All of her working class bona fides were about her past. That just doesn't mean dick to people.

There's actually a lot of nice art in this cardstyle pack. It was just jarring to see one of the first cards I remember waifufied instead of in that weird eighties style.

No it's actually valid to feel that way. We shouldn't have to be engaged in this level of enforced orthodoxy and self-policing. You are clearly being made to feel unsafe using this site right now.

What have we wrought upon the Earth?

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I would name a child Orchard.

I don't like that I'm guessing whether or not podcast ads have real actors or generated voices.

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This is it, the nightmare wherein I am smoking a blunt.

I did write it thanks. I was happy with that worldplay in particular.

Tempeh fucks, seitan trucks, tofu sucks.

There is a certain time of year wherein
the leaves have fallen from the trees
and the snow is yet to come;

and as I roll, a passenger, past the creek
I can look over and see it naked
all its curves and the high banks

bristled with cast off shoots and
shriveled leaves of the undergrowth
sleeping in anticipation of winter

See how it winds unprotected.
My little creek of measure,
that I check each time we cross the bridge.

An old ritual of bond with my father
whom I regard with silence
as we cross it this time.

While the creek and the deerhang, where
they’re strung up on the shore of the little lake,
still remain in their seasonal rhythm.

I am struck each time we pull into
the mouth of the place I called Camp.

Each time I arrive it seems that there
is another sylvanectomy, cutting the trees
out from where I had known them

to shield sight from too far and too open,
hiding me from the sky that watches
the world turn ever onward.

A new footprint, too large, even for its purpose,
yawns bloody and white before me.
But it points to a useless void beside it.

They cut even there for convenience
in service of some notion that seems
to me very much like pride or delight in control.

I watch and feel that I am not
In control at all now.
No protestation has saved these woods.

The creek is denuded of its shield
and I am denuded of the delusion
that I could watch without discomfort

as things change.

sounds like a lot of words to say to my spouse before they leave for work.

I think Serrano should have won that and it looks like that's the popular opinion. What the fuck do I know though?

When they start holding each other it's called a clinch and the ref stops them fighting if it looks like they're going to be in that state for more than a couple moments I think, because it's not a grappling sport. It's kind of a strategy thing too though I guess?

This fight is a little different. I don't know enough about boxing, but there's a lot more clinches and I guess a headbutt?

Instantly rooting for him with that - although Ramos with the height disadvantage and the consistent energy and confidence was really charming too.

I'm not usually a boxing watcher, but that Barrios Ramos fight just now was really good. Really down to the last round.

It's like when young working class people, minorities, artists, make a neighborhood nice and then it gets gentrified.

The best time to do a confusing bit.

I thought y'all were gonna take it easy?