#To use Trump's metaphor

[cosmicvaca]

[tmninjagirl]

“The forest kept shrinking, and the trees kept voting for the axe. It was made of wood, so they thought it was one of them.”

Old Turkish Proverb

[milo-by-the-fishtank]

I need you guys to understand that I’m not delusional when I say this that JD Vance is not a person and is a demon, like this is related back to my religious beliefs. I do legitimately think he is an agent of Satan, so is Trump and elongated muskrat. It also has to do with my beliefs around money being demonic. Like I have this whole religious theory and I know if I like say it out loud people are going to start calling me delusional, even though these are actually my religious beliefs.

The last time I talked about my religious beliefs they tried to take away my ADHD meds because obviously I’m going into amphetamine induce psychosis(i’m not I’m just the weirdest Christian you’ll meet, I don’t even believe in God I think he’s a metaphor, I believe in metaphors, I worship the metaphors). Though in my defense that was also another alter, sooooo, maybe if I talk about my religious beliefs they won’t take away my meds this time. I promise I’m not delusional or psychotic, asshole medicine prescribed. Please don’t take away my medicine if you ever see this post.

[blackflash9]

Anyone else remember that scene in AC Brotherhood where Ezio showed mercy and refused to kill Micheletto Corella because he already saw his death sentence, since he was just a pawn that caused Cesare to become powerful and thus was the agent of his own destruction?

I thought that exchange felt particularly relevant today.

[jolteongirltja]

Don’t be quiet about this. Be mad. Be PISSED.

They want you scared to fight back.

They want us scared of each other so we can’t realize what they’re doing to us.

We are livestock to them and they’re foregoing the slaughterhouse in exchange for riling us up until we start maiming each other. They’ll wait for us to tear ourselves apart before picking the meat from our bones and the coin from our wallets like vultures. They tote the right to free speech around like a shield until we pick up our own and suddenly the concept of free speech is blasphemy. They want us dead but they want us to live long enough to be drained of our money, our labor, and our bodies. As long as a new generation is born for them to start taking from, we are worth keeping around. There’s no water, just poisons sweetened to the point of being detrimental. Either way, you die while they wait to reap the rewards of their “hard work”, all the while drinking water by the gallon. Spitting it into your face as they tell you, scream at you that there’s no water. “I’m a victim of the world too!” They’ll lie to you. They will lie to you time and time again as you can do nothing but feed them more power, sprawled out and fattened on the cheapest processed ingredients upon their dinner tables, carved open to make your innards easier to access.

There’s this habit I had as a kid. Nothing bad or hurtful. The kind of habit you’d reminisce about years later in a conversation with friends. It’ll draw out some chuckles at how bizarre it was, maybe even a few ‘I did that too’s. Simple kid stuff.

I’d pluck the heads off dandelions when they reached that stage where they closed up and the petals would be exchanged for the fluff. When they’d get like that, usually in mid to late summer, I’d think they were the softest thing. I’d pick them off their stems and brush them against my cheek as if painting on it. And sometimes I’d put them in my pockets or on my desk for later fidgeting. One time, I forgot to toss one. Left it sitting out on my desk for days until one day I looked over and there were seeds everywhere. Without realizing, the little bud had dried up over time and burst. It made a bit of a mess.

People’s suffering, their desperation, I think they’re a bit like those seeds. If left unattended for too long, left to fester, they eventually burst. And gosh, I think we’ve been on these people’s desk long enough.

[antiphotogenicfilmographer]

Time marches on and the age of a new president draws nearer

[burningclocks]

Reminder that you still need to vote if you can. It's Scylla and Charybdis out here, but one will kill six people and one will kill everyone, and sometimes that's just how it is. It doesn't matter if you don't vote because whether you like it or not, one of them is going to become president. So take that vote you have and choose the person who is going to do the least amount of damage. I don't like it either, but that's how it is. If you don't vote or vote for a third party and Trump gets elected, that's on you dude.

[profnicsnort]

Trolley 2024

You stand at a control panel. Coming down the tracks before you is a trolley. A big banner on the front of the trolley reads Election 2024. Where you stand with the control panel, there is a split in the track, right or left, red or blue. The lines still run nearly parallel to each other, and looking down the track, you see they join back up further down the way. The left track is slightly slower than the right one - perhaps. You wonder what the real difference is then, so you look closer.

Examining the tracks, you see that there are people tied to them. On the right side, you see some of your friends, family, and other people you care about - issues you care about. Abortion, birth control, trans rights, Queer rights, education, and others lost among the crowd. On the left side, you do not see anybody tied to the track, yet that side is shaded. People could be tied to that track, but it is hidden from view; the right side proudly displays the bodies on their tracks.

The answer seems obvious, then. But you decide to keep looking. You gaze down the tracks to where they rejoin and see the true horror. There are many bodies tied to this track, people you may know, but either way, the sheer volume is overwhelming. Palestine, the American war machine, homeless people, undocumented immigrants, good relations with China, banning fracking...and so many more. You know it will hit these people no matter what button you press.

How are you expected to choose a button? Maybe you should just ignore the buttons entirely. Run from the control panel. But as you look around, you see you are not the only one with a control panel. There are millions of others faced with the same choice. Don't they see the horror down the line? Don't they care?

Some avert their eyes while pressing their button. Some stare eagerly at the people on the tracks, awaiting their destruction. Many, though, walk up and simply press a button like they have hundreds of times before - no thought except it is the color they have always pressed. Millions of people out there are pressing their buttons. What choice did they make? What if they chose to run over your friends and family? What if pressing your button meant they didn't get run over?

Does the trolley know it might run people over? You look at the trolley coming toward you. Seated inside, you see the corporations relaxing. This ride will be good for them no matter what. Further down the line, where the trolley has already been, you see bodies. Uncountable bodies, run over by the trolley.

What about stopping the trolley? It is moving too fast to stop before the tracks split. Additionally, the tracks are defended by armed guards. It can only be stopped if you blow the trolley up and line up—doing so will be near impossible, though. And if you blow it up, who knows how many will die in the explosion or after?

You see some people walking away from their buttons. They will not press one. They try to get others to join them as well. You understand. It is so tempting to walk away. If you do not press a button then, when those people are run over, you will not feel like you participated. But those people where the tracks rejoin will be run over no matter what. You could avert some of the destruction with your choice.

Some people turn and walk away without looking back. Some people turn away but run to help those tied to the tracks. Some people press their button and walk away. Some people press their button and run to help people tied to the tracks.

Do you press a button?

More importantly, what do you do after?

[rosy-cozy-radio]

I was trying to make a mental metaphor over why none of the crystal gems thought rose was PD and what I came across was “imagine if the president of your school’s GSA was secretly Donald trump” and I realized tumblr was the only place I could say this

[jackfuckingtwist]

i’m listening through bastille’s discography because of something i’m working on and can i just say…wild world is such an underrated gem of an album

[tmninjagirl]

yeah basically

[ivygorgon]

We're in the final stretch now #linguistics #language #metaphor #electio...

[ageofgeek]

With the way the past few weeks have gone, I cannot help but think that the best case scenario for us right now—the best case scenario—is to end up in a “soft” authoritarian state like Orban’s Hungary, or Erdogan’s Turkey. Where some social services still work and information is not fully controlled by the authoritarian.

The worst case is, of course, that we are on Day 15 of the 53 days that it took Hitler to overthrow the Weimar Republic and install the Third Reich.

There are very few outcomes I can see where we escape this as a democracy.

[theknightlywolfe]

I have seen deeply in love couples look at each other with less love and devotion in their eyes.

WTF dude? He is barely your boss and def not your boyfriend. Why are you on the verge of tears with affection?

[doubly-dateable]

I will never forget the time I drove by an ultra- maga house (I’m in Texas) and in addition to all of the crazy ai generated pictures and bigotry, they had a bright green ‘kamala is brat” sign displayed front and center. it’s almost as if people like them are completely detached from the world around them and entirely unwilling to change that…