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teaboot · 3 months

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I seriously hope you can job hop to something else cause you're not chaotic neutral man.

You're still a white Canadian whose actions and job help more the megacorps keep the status quo.

I really looked up to you but that's on me.

And yeah, I know security, cop shit and military pay good money but at the cost of my people? Fuck no.

Listen. I feel you. But there's a lot of cold, power-tripping bastards in this line of work and if I stick where I am then they don't get to have that.

I'm not a cop. I am not beholden to the justice system. Sometimes I get contracted out to people who say shit like "addicts should be put down, if you see any crackheads drag them out" and I nod and say "yes sir", and then I take their money and use it to buy those people coffee and a sandwich and tell 'em when free lunch days are at the church.

Boss sees me walking with someone and thinks I'm kicking them out, gives my boss great reviews. I'm having a great conversation with Connie, who used to by a stylist and wound up on the street after an accident that left her with chronic pain and a heroin addiction. Connie learns that there's a gap between two property lines nearby where technically nobody can call to have her removed.

There's a really sweet guy in town who's normally very nice, but sometimes flies into paranoid rage and yells slurs at people. Sometimes he forgets he's been banned from places and wanders in looking for a wife he hasn't had for nine years. Owner sends me to kick him out, and I ask "hey Mike, how are you?" And see where we are today.

One time there was a guy whose abusive ex kept following him to work, and I got to walk him to his car at the end of every day to make sure she couldn't get him alone.

Another person had a stalker who kept asking receptionists when she was gonna be there, when she was supposed to leave, if she was in today. I'd keep record of every time he came in, every time someone saw him, every time he violated his restraining order or damaged her things.

And when I wonder if I'm actually helping or not, or if I'm part of the greater problem, I remember that other people who work with me call homeless people wildlife and talk about how bad they wanna get an excuse to fight someone and I remember that I'm the one who knows where the blind spots on the cameras are, and thank God it's not him.

My position is fundamentally different from that of the military or law enforcement. I don't *need* to be buddy-buddy with most of these dickheads- I don't *need* to send people into the justice system.

I do single-person foot patrol. Nobody cares how I get the job done. They say, "Hey, faceless goon number three- make that bastard disappear" and I say "on it, boss" and give him tickets to disney world.

I once asked another guard if he knew that one of our regulars used to be an airplane technician. He said, "No, I don't talk to them". Blanket "Them". "Them" as in street people. "Them" as in addicts, or shoplifters, or ex-cons, or sex workers.

I asked why, and he told me, "it's easier if you don't think of them as people."

Anyhow, now I get calls to "watch that sketchy lady who just came in" and I say, "yes, sir" and leave her the fuck alone, 'cause that's Jolene, and people always think she's on drugs and aggressive but she's just deaf in one ear and slurs cause she has brain damage, you dickhead

so yeah, don't worry, I've spent a lot of time weighing the pros and cons of my vocation, and I still think I'd rather be in charge of my locations than someone like Darryl, who dreams of "cuffing a perp" and drives a car with Punisher decals on the hood

Also it's minimum wage but that's kinda tangential

#Teablart

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mostlysignssomeportents · 6 months

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Prison-tech company bribed jails to ban in-person visits

I'm on tour with my new, nationally bestselling novel The Bezzle! Catch me in BOSTON with Randall "XKCD" Munroe (Apr 11), then PROVIDENCE (Apr 12), and beyond!

Beware of geeks bearing gifts. When prison-tech companies started offering "free" tablets to America's vast army of prisoners, it set off alarm-bells for prison reform advocates – but not for the law-enforcement agencies that manage the great American carceral enterprise.

The pitch from these prison-tech companies was that they could cut the costs of locking people up while making jails and prisons safer. Hell, they'd even make life better for prisoners. And they'd do it for free!

These prison tablets would give every prisoner their own phone and their own video-conferencing terminal. They'd supply email, of course, and all the world's books, music, movies and games. Prisoners could maintain connections with the outside world, from family to continuing education. Sounds too good to be true, huh?

Here's the catch: all of these services are blisteringly expensive. Prisoners are accustomed to being gouged on phone calls – for years, prisons have done deals with private telcos that charge a fortune for prisoners' calls and split the take with prison administrators – but even by those standards, the calls you make on a tablet are still a ripoff.

Sure, there are some prisoners for whom money is no object – wealthy people who screwed up so bad they can't get bail and are stewing in a county lockup, along with the odd rich murderer or scammer serving a long bid. But most prisoners are poor. They start poor – the cops are more likely to arrest poor people than rich people, even for the same crime, and the poorer you are, the more likely you are to get convicted or be suckered into a plea bargain with a long sentence. State legislatures are easy to whip up into a froth about minimum sentences for shoplifters who steal $7 deodorant sticks, but they are wildly indifferent to the store owner's rampant wage-theft. Wage theft is by far the most costly form of property crime in America and it is almost entirely ignored:

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2023/jun/15/wage-theft-us-workers-employees

So America's prisons are heaving with its poorest citizens, and they're certainly not getting any richer while they're inside. While many prisoners hold jobs – prisoners produce $2b/year in goods and $9b/year in services – the average prison wage is $0.52/hour:

https://www.dollarsandsense.org/archives/2024/0324bowman.html

(In six states, prisoners get nothing; North Carolina law bans paying prisoners more than $1/day, the 13th Amendment to the US Constitution explicitly permits slavery – forced labor without pay – for prisoners.)

Likewise, prisoners' families are poor. They start poor – being poor is a strong correlate of being an American prisoner – and then one of their breadwinners is put behind bars, taking their income with them. The family savings go to paying a lawyer.

Prison-tech is a bet that these poor people, locked up and paid $1/day or less; or their families, deprived of an earner and in debt to a lawyer; will somehow come up with cash to pay $13 for a 20-minute phone call, $3 for an MP3, or double the Kindle price for an ebook.

How do you convince a prisoner earning $0.52/hour to spend $13 on a phone-call?

Well, for Securus and Viapath (AKA Global Tellink) – a pair of private equity backed prison monopolists who have swallowed nearly all their competitors – the answer was simple: they bribed prison officials to get rid of the prison phones.

Not just the phones, either: a pair of Michigan suits brought by the Civil Rights Corps accuse sheriffs and the state Department of Corrections of ending in-person visits in exchange for kickbacks from the money that prisoners' families would pay once the only way to reach their loved ones was over the "free" tablets:

https://arstechnica.com/tech-policy/2024/03/jails-banned-family-visits-to-make-more-money-on-video-calls-lawsuits-claim/

These two cases are just the tip of the iceberg; Civil Rights Corps says there are hundreds of jails and prisons where Securus and Viapath have struck similar corrupt bargains:

https://civilrightscorps.org/case/port-huron-michigan-right2hug/

And it's not just visits and calls. Prison-tech companies have convinced jails and prisons to eliminate mail and parcels. Letters to prisoners are scanned and delivered their tablets, at a price. Prisoners – and their loved ones – have to buy virtual "postage stamps" and pay one stamp per "page" of email. Scanned letters (say, hand-drawn birthday cards from your kids) cost several stamps:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/14/minnesota-nice/#shitty-technology-adoption-curve

Prisons and jails have also been convinced to eliminate their libraries and continuing education programs, and to get rid of TVs and recreational equipment. That way, prisoners will pay vastly inflated prices for streaming videos and DRM-locked music.

The icing on the cake? If the prison changes providers, all that data is wiped out – a prisoner serving decades of time will lose their music library, their kids' letters, the books they love. They can get some of that back – by working for $1/day – but the personal stuff? It's just gone.

Readers of my novels know all this. A prison-tech scam just like the one described in the Civil Rights Corps suits is at the center of my latest novel The Bezzle:

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250865878/thebezzle

Prison-tech has haunted me for years. At first, it was just the normal horror anyone with a shred of empathy would feel for prisoners and their families, captive customers for sadistic "businesses" that have figured out how to get the poorest, most desperate people in the country to make them billions. In the novel, I call prison-tech "a machine":

a million-armed robot whose every limb was tipped with a needle that sank itself into a different place on prisoners and their families and drew out a few more cc’s of blood.

But over time, that furious empathy gave way to dread. Prisoners are at the bottom of the shitty technology adoption curve. They endure the technological torments that haven't yet been sanded down on their bodies, normalized enough to impose them on people with a little more privilege and agency. I'm a long way up the curve from prisoners, but while the shitty technology curve may grind slow, it grinds fine:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/02/24/gwb-rumsfeld-monsters/#bossware

The future isn't here, it's just not evenly distributed. Prisoners are the ultimate early adopters of the technology that the richest, most powerful, most sadistic people in the country's corporate board-rooms would like to force us all to use.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/02/captive-customers/#guillotine-watch

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inkskinned · 2 years

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accidents happen. accidents particularly happen around children.

we make scissors designed for children because we know they can hurt themselves on it. we cut their food up smaller so they are less likely to choke. we "babyproof" our houses, make sure our medications are all closed and locked, close all the outlets.

we are told to just carry a gun.

at some point a kid is going to get hurt. everyone with or around kids knows this. often adults (who shouldn't work with kids) are a little-too-okay-with-this. they sneer that in their time, kids just got hurt. which is great for them, but i don't feel it's particularly necessary to willfully allow children to break bones just to "build character". the kids do just fine when i do my job right. i make sure, to the best of my ability, that they don't break the bone. it turns out you can still learn life lessons without trauma. yes, at some point they'll get hurt. that's the nature of it. but i like to try to keep it to a minimum of bloodshed.

about five years ago, in the middle of my summer training, the cop that came in to prepare us for mass shootings actually happened to be the same cop that used to be my DARE officer. what a small world! his hair had gone grey.

before working with children, i had no idea how many things a child can hurt themselves on. i had never thought about the possibility that a child could climb a bookshelf, only for that bookshelf to topple over. everything has to be screwed down. nothing can have particularly sharp corners - what if a child falls backwards onto it? - or be particularly breakable. no plastic bags or choking hazards. watch out for allergens, do your best to clean your super-gross classroom with all-natural (and expensive) fragrance-free products. there's a million other considerations, most of which are difficult on a public school budget. i hate the calculation - either the kids get a new playground 5 years from now OR they get new books now and just risk the tetanus.

the gun is not included in the paycheck.

we do our best, you know? but like, there's the rest of the actual job to do. we're neither trained, paid, or aided in our one-person quest to somehow get jason to stop giving himself splinters. and besides, we have the 98 other things to consider for our 30 other students. one of which is, you know, teaching them.

the children aren't prisoners. we need to walk this incredibly fine line of "chaotic exploration" and "reckless endangerment." to be frank - they're gonna do stupid shit and get hurt while they do the stupid shit. it's my job to at least try to predict the stupid shit, and minimize the risk. and before you judge the kids - i'm going to remind you that adults die every year from shaking vending machines. people just do stupid shit.

did you know that the leading cause of childhood deaths in america is to guns? we're the only country in the world with that statistic. it used to be motor vehicles, which is why there are so many laws about seatbelts, air bags, babyseats, and other protections against accidents. 1 in 5 childhood deaths will be a result of guns. of these deaths, 65% are the result of an intentional attack.

my brother often takes me to archery. i fucking suck at archery, because i have no aim, bad eyesight, and no grip strength. it's fun, though! as a teacher, archery at my school is super banned, because kids could get hurt. no throwing rocks or sticks. no impromptu self-made bows or arrows, oh my god, why do we keep having to have this conversation.

i remember this one conversation with a parent. he was chatting with me during pick-up and mentioned that kinder eggs being banned is so stupid, because, like, if a kid is gonna choke - they kind of "deserved it" for being so stupid. without thinking, my response was, "we don't typically practice darwinism at school, but you can encourage that at home if you wish!" which did result in me getting written up - for "talking back", i guess.

but his idea isn't unusual, is the thing. there's this sense that there's somehow almost an "expendable" child trauma rate. that it weeds out the weak or whatever, which is categorically cruel & dehumanizing. children should be able to mess up and have fun and - again - do stupid shit. they might get hurt, yes. but the job of the adult is to just go help the kid.

i had to quit teaching. i was really, really good at my job - 15 years of practice. but i would wake up at night, coating in sweat. trying to figure out how to bullet-proof my public school classroom with a public school budget.

bad things happen. in every other category: we try to prevent them.

#gun violence #gun control #warm up

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pomeloandtv · 1 month

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So how does it feel to sit in your new car?

It's cute, but ... I miss my old car, it was bigger, and much more powerful that this ....

But you crashed that car, if you want a car like that again you have to convince people you are a good enough driver for it

Wait .... it's an automatic?

Yes?

There is no gearstick or clutch, are there manual electronic gears?

No, no manual electronic gears, it's an automatic. do you remember how you did your new test in a rented automatic?

Yes

And you found that weird at the time?

Yes, but you said I couldn't ask about it

Well, see now your new license is specifically for automatics only, you can no longer drive stick

But the crash wasn't even my fault! You know that! You know I am a good driver, I've never caused any damage to any car ever!

Too bad. We both agreed that the old you, the strong, competent and capable you, had to go. That we needed a new you, one that emanated an aura of weak, ditsy helplessness. Did we not?

[small voice] ... um ... yes ... but ... I love driving ...

I know, but you've also found so much other things you love over the last few years, haven't you?

That's true

You are swapping some things you used to love for other new things you love. Just be glad I didn't convince the judge to ban you permanently

Oh my god, would you have?

Just imagine the loss of independence, needing other people to drive you around, always having to be extra nice to your friends because you would need them more than they need you, letting them decide where to go, and just being grateful that they are willing to take you, sitting around at home waiting for me to get back because you need me to take you somewhere ...

[eyes closed] ... oh god ... stop ... [eyes open] I'll be good! I love that it is an automatic!

Really?

Yes REEEAAAALLLY! Besides for the last year these heels made working with ALL THOSE ANNOYING PEDALS so difficult.

Great that you don't take them off for driving like I forbade. You are such a good girl

Thank you. .... um ....

Yes?

But, this means ... um ...

Yes?

I'm flying to visit my parents next week. Whenever I go back, I use their car, I borrow it if I need to, and I usually need to a lot ... but they have manual ... so ...

So you won't be doing that anymore, you'll have to ask them to drive you around if you need it. Wonderful, maybe you'll discover you like being driven around, maybe the feeling of sheepishly asking them for a lift will grow on you, feeling like you are less, maybe you will come back and beg me to have your license cancelled ...

No!

Ok, just joking, what were you saying

But what will I tell them, they know I drive manual?

Tell them you always hated stick, you found it confusing and stressful

But I know how to drive stick, its easy?

Well you certainly won't be telling anybody that anymore, make sure to tell them you're happier knowing you don't have to worry about manual gear shifting anymore

But my father thought me how to drive, he knows I love stick!

"Dick" sugarbutt, you love dick

Hee hee, I love dick, I do!

Besides, your parents are probably going to have a LOT more difficult questions for you about getting another boob job without telling them, even though they made you PROMISE you would never do major cosmetic surgery again without at the very least telling them

[downcast, small voice] ... ... oh yeah ... ... [even smaller voice] but you didn't let me tell them ...

Now, now dollface, we both know I can't make you do anything unless there is a part of you that wants it, right?

[small voice] ... yes ...

I didn't hear that?

yes ... [small voice] ... i know ...

Say the line

um ... your role isn't to make me do things I don't want to do ... your role is to make me do things I want to do but am too afraid to ...

OK, now don't worry, it's going to be awkward for you next week, but it will work out in the long run

[small voice] ... yes ...

I can't wait to hear about it. Anyway my advise is in future if your parents or anyone else want you to promise something again, you should outright and explicitly refuse if you aren't 100% sure it is something you can keep

[small voice] ... yes ... [normal voice] can I please tell them about my upcoming nose job?

We've been over this. Absolutely not. There is nothing wrong with your nose, its a good cute nose, it matches your adorable face perfectly, you will not be able to make them accept that

But ... then ... why am I getting it!

We've been over this too, and I understand the next time you see them, the time after this time, it will be very awkward for you, but we both agreed your face should look faker

[small voice] ... you agreed ...

Really? Say the word now and we will cancel the procedure

...

Well? I will cancel it right now, it's not a problem, it'll be easy

No! I want it! Please! I'll be good!

Why?

Because I think I'll look even cuter and faker with a paired down button nose.

Really?

Yes! I want to be plastic! Please, I really do! I want a fake bimbo nose! I'll be good! Please!

Ok, now its fun when we battle like this, but that was too far, and you know it

I know, I'm sorry, I'll be good. And I won't tell my parents about my nose job and I know I'll love it and I can't wait. I promise!

Good girl

Yes :)

And remember, you hate stick, you love dick

Hee hee, I hate stick, I love dick

And while I can't speak for everyone, in general dick loves those stupid looking melons you've had nailed to your chest

Hee hee, yeah I know! everyone's so nice, the guys in the gym are always looking. Dick loves these tits! And though I hate stick, I really love dick :D

Good girl, now lets take those honkers for a spin

Hee hee! yay! Wait, give me your empty bottle, I'll put them in the bin over there

Hmmm, no.

No?

Take my empty bottle and your empty bottle and throw them on the back seat or in one of the floorwells

What? I would never!

I've decided it would please me greatly if you are now one of those people with a messy car

No! But my car is always spotless. So is yours! You'd hate it too!

That's right, I would hate it. But I would find it hilarious if you were known as someone with a very messy car. I want your friends to argue behind your back about who has to go with you because no one wants to travel in the messy car. I want them to beg you to clean your car, but you will always refuse to care about the problem

I will! I will care!

Yes, I'm very pleased with this idea, your previous car was the old you and the spotlessness of the interior betrayed your old competence and diligence and adherence to what is expected of you. Your new car is the car of a very different woman. I'll bet you even grow to enjoy it

No! I'll hate it!

Here, that plastic bottle in your hand, face forward, don't look, and toss it behind you over your shoulder. There now didn't that feel fun?

No!

Ok, take my bottle, before you throw it, where would you like it to land? No objections, pick a place.

uhhh, behind the back seat on top of the boot.

Mmmm, not much to aim for even if you were looking, difficult throw, try it

.... Ohhhh, no, I thought ... almost

Wasn't that fun?

This isn't fair!

Ha ha ha

The first two of many. From now on I forbid you to take used, finished items from this car without my explicit permission. We'll see how bad it gets but maybe after 6 months I'll pay to have your car cleaned.

[laughing] No! I can't believe this is happening!

OK enough, pre-drive checks?

Yes, the mirrors are good actually!

No, I mean make-up

Hee hee, yes sir

Maybe I'll get you a custom car sun visor on your side, one that's all mirror, including a small section that does that real up close magnification.

Ha, you wouldn't?

Yes, actually I should get one for your side of my car too

Ha! No!

Ok, serious question, how often do you check your make-up before and after driving?

Sometimes before, sometimes after, some drives both, some drives neither.

Ok, from now on, unless you are blocking someone, you have to check before and after, and you also have to do a touch up.

Oh my God? Ok, but I think I look good ... but ...

... you look fantastic ...

... BUT! But if I MUST [side eye] then I will do my lipstick again

Good girl

[small voice] yes

Also buy an extra supply of whatever make-up utilities you would normally have, wipes, bases, I don't know, whatever your favorites are and keep a stash in your glove box

Hmmm, can I have the money?

Yes. And whenever I see the inside of that glove box it shouldn't be well-ordered. it should be a mess of random things at random angles all over the place. When you drive around a corner or over a bump I want to be able to hear them clattering

Hee hee Stop! Enough for today!

I'm really looking forward to there being discarded make-up paraphenalia in all the floorwells

No!

Admit it, you're going to love people seeing the inside of your car, and maybe they'll be too polite to say anything, but they'll be thinking, you live like this?

Oh God! Too much!

That was a lot for one day, but it is a new car day, always a big day.

True

Ok dummy, let's go

Yay! Hee, hee ... yay! dummy!

#story

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desertpups · 11 months

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Dermott explains defiance of Pride tape ban: 'We need supporters'

Arizona Coyotes defenseman Travis Dermott explained his decision to use Pride tape Saturday night, becoming the first known player to stand against the NHL's recent ban on the rainbow-colored equipment.

"You don't really want to go against rules that are put in place by your employer, but there's some people who took some positive things from it," Dermott told Craig Morgan of PHNX Sports. "That's kind of what I'm looking to impact.

"You want to have everyone feel included and that's something that I have felt passionate about for a long time in my career. It's not like I just jumped on this train. It's something that I've felt has been lacking in the hockey community for a while. I feel like we need supporters of a movement like this; to have everyone feel included and really to beat home the idea that hockey is for everyone."

The NHL sent a memo to all 32 teams in early October prohibiting the use of Pride tape. The decision came months after the league nixed Pride-themed warmup jerseys following controversy surrounding a collection of players who refused to wear them last season.

Dermott included the colorful tape on the shaft of his stick for Saturday's victory of the Anaheim Ducks. The NHL said it will review the situation "in due course," and Dermott committed to his decision expecting backlash.

"I don't want to put my teammates or my coaches or my GMs or the equipment managers in any kind of bad light when it's their job to kind of look out for something like this happening," he said. "It was definitely something that I did just by myself and was prepared to kind of deal with whatever repercussions the league decides to push towards that. I'm not going to back off and say that this battle is won, but we're going to find better ways to do it."

#Travis Dermott #Arizona coyotes #coyotes #pride tape #nhl

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velmashaircut · 30 days

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Here is a list of subreddits I don't like because this week is my six year anniversary on reddit. I should say I don't mind the subreddit itself, but I don't like it's members. Also I would like to say I'm not adding subreddits to this list out of spite due to being banned or because I lost an argument to someone on there.

opmfolk: most people on this subreddit dislike the changes made in the manga, which is fine. I agree with a lot of things they say. I dislike the sub because of the awful attitude they have; they act like Murata killed their kids because of the changes to the plot that began to appear in the MA arc. I don't know if ONE is also behind the changes, but if he is, no one on that sub thinks he should be blamed for it.

It's ironic the people on that sub hate the long breaks in between the releases of the manga chapters because it delays the plot, but seldom complain about the lack of updates in the webcomic, how many years has it been since the current webcomic arc began? They say Murata has gotten lazy and checked out of the series, but by their own logic, they should be saying that about ONE (I don't think either of them have).

I think too many of the members of the sub are bias and throw around childish insults, so that's why they're on the list. The concept of the subreddit is fine. I bet a lot of them will change their minds when the chapters they talk about hating get animated.

ao3: I like to start off by saying I read and write fanfiction. I think people on this subreddit are hypocrites, they love to preach 'don't like, don't read' but cannot keep the same energy themselves. Many posts in this sub consist of users screenshotting sections of fanfictions or fanfic blurbs or whatever just to complain about how they hate how it was written or when authors do this particular thing in their writing and so on. Going out of your way to take a screenshot of someone else's work to go complain about it in an echo chamber doesn't sound like 'don't like, don't read' to me. The users would go batshit insane if someone did that to them.

The sub also have a prevalent us vs them mentality, mostly towards tiktok fanfiction readers. They say they're more cliquey and rude, but I don't think the subreddit is any better in that regard, they love to dogpile just as much as tiktok ff readers. The A03 subreddit love to say 'I'm too old for drama!' yet there are always posts about them being caught up in drama in their respective fandoms.

They are also easily offended or seem to assume the worst out of comments. It’s so bad, some users post the comments they want to send to the author so the people of the subreddit can approve if it’s suitable or not, and they are often told to bulk up the praise. And if the writers of the sub themselves do receive a hate comment or a comment that isn’t overly positive, they feel the need to make a post to discuss it too. You can just block and move on if you're that upset. If you're not grovelling, their whole world falls apart. A lot of writers don't want interaction, but endless praise. I feel like many of them forget that readers do not owe them kudos, comments/ save. Writers can choose whether or not they want to publish their works, but readers can also choose whether or not they want to comment or kudos their fanfic.

They also humble brag by asking questions like ‘my fic has been up an hour and has 200 kudos, is that good??’ Like come onnn.

BridgertonNetflix: This applies to the smaller subreddits are created for the main couples. The Para social relationships on these subs are outrageous. So many of these people don't realise acting is a job, the way people reacted to Simon's actor leaving the show was wild, the actor still gets flack for it years later. I don't see what the issue is - his season was over, and he wouldn't have had a prominent enough role in future seasons to stick around. Loads of fans were upset because they blamed him for the lack of Daphne's appearances in S2 and her no show in S3, but you should get more mad at the writers if anything for not being able to write scenes where Daphne makes appearances without Simon, it shouldn't be that hard to do since the Bridgerton's are her family, not his. The hatred towards Simons actor is so unnecessary, and the snarky comments fans make about Anthony's actor being able to still appear despite his various projects are stupid as well. Anthony is head of the family, and the show is about his siblings, its expected that he's in every season. The same does not apply to Simon, it's not hard to understand.

Other weird para social relationships include the protagonists of Queen Charlotte - like stop shipping real people who are in their own relationships together. Beyond disrespectful and the fans made it seem like it was appropriate?

However, what I hate most about this subreddit are the Kate and Kantony stans, which sadly, most people in the subreddit are. You can make a post about how, despite all the excuses the show throws at you, Kanthony were still in the wrong for having an affair under Edwina's nose, or god forbid, point out that Kate is not perfect, and people in the comments will call you racist, sexist, trying to create discourse, having a vendetta against the actress...and multiple posts pop up to defend Kate. I wish I was joking but I've seen this happen multiple times, it happened today actually. A line her stans love to use is 'here we go again' when someone makes a post about disliking Kate, but if someone said that about the endless Kate appreciation posts they would accuse of creating a hate brigade. There's a reason why only so many posts about Kanthony get locked...their fans are crazy.

Any UK subreddits: So xenophobic and racist. This could political UK subreddits or casual ones - all are influenced by politics in some way which is annoying. I dread reading the comments on these subreddits but I still end up doing it. These subreddits usually have articles attached to the posts, but everyone in comments they're dumbass opinions based on the rage bait title instead of reading the articles contents. The jokes are so unfunny too.

Unpopular opinions: I've said this before but they just hate women, so many posts are like 'women are superficial' 'women online are awful' but one post making the same generalisation towards men and suddenly its 'not all men are like this' and ''sexist'.

Most unpopular opinions are not unpopular either, or are just factually incorrect. People use the upvoting system wrong here too, you're meant to upvote unpopular opinions, but basic and tame popular opinions tend to mostly be the most upvoted.

Sixth form and uni subreddits: I find the people on these subs annoying because many of these people worship STEM and look down on humanities subjects. Many people on these subreddits also believe any uni which isn't Oxbridge or a Russel group uni is awful. And I'm saying that as someone who does stem at a Russel group. For the uni subreddit especially, everyday there's a post where someone is upset they failed a year of university or got caught cheating and want a way to get out of trouble, but upon reading the post, you realise its 100% their own fault they failed. Like come on bro. I don't like other uni students at my university so I think I project my hatred and insecurities onto the subreddit.

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lonelyheartz · 7 days

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Lowkey feeling like a hater today so here is a list of things I HATE

My dad

My brother

Mondays

Tuesdays

Wednesdays

Thursdays

Friday mornings/afternoons

Sunday nights

Cycyling in freezing temperatures every morning

School

Math Chemistry

People who vent 24/7

People who pretend to be mentally ill for attention

People who don't need it getting the help that I've been wanting for years.

Homophobia, transphobia, racism, abelism, sexism, etc.

People who are afraid to be themselves and turn into basic hoes and make fun of introverted people just to fit in

Teenage boys who make fun of someone for existing

Teenage boys in general

Moments when I realize that I'll never be able to fit in and be "normal"

Bad hair days

School air

When a childhood friend suddenly becomes really toxic

Zionists

Fast fashion

Eating way too much food before instantly regretting it

Getting ghosted

Not being understood

When my only friend is sick and I'm alone all day long in school

When Lana Del Rey features men in her songs

When a cat walks away as I try to get it's attention

Billionares

People who just make anything about themselves

Getting yelled at

Crying infront of others

Feeling miserable even after I get home

Being tired all day, despite getting plenty of sleep

The color orange

Like 90% of the food I've eaten

How I used to look

How I look rn

Birthdays

Too hot weathers

Too cold weathers

When my family makes me eat stuff I don't like (why do they still do this oml)

Not being left alone when I want to

My phone not charging probably

Phone ban in school

Not being able to get a cigarette when I want to get one

TikTok (I'm on it myself, but I still hate it)

When chocolate is on sale at my local supermarket (I always buy way too much of it)

Having to work the same job for like over 50 years straight

The idea of being an adult in general

The fact that I'm attracted to men

Not feeling motivated to even do the things I really want to do

Being talked over by someone else

Dying someday

Being born

Feeling suicidal

Giving up on everything

Feeling like I'm not able to stick into a single aesthetic, which ends up making my closet an absolute mess that I can't organize

Not being able to wear the things I want to wear to school without getting bullied

My laptop lagging when I just want to play DTI

When I run out of cereal and refuse to eat any other breakfast

When people shout really fucking loud for no reason (targeted at someone) When I suddenly get disgusted by the idea of eating

Running out of money

Sleeping

Waking up

Being awake

Thinking too much

Being forced to stay quiet

Getting a school mark

Not being perfect

If you read through all of this I love you and I hope you'll have an amazing day! :)

#girl blogger #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #femcel #i hate it here #hater #girl rotting #kms

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antihibikase2 · 9 months

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Request a drabble using this prompt list!

"I swear, it's like he has eyes everywhere. I can't even buy a lump of cheese and a loaf of bread without him breathing down my neck."

Mumbles Piper, taking a swig out of his mug of Moomoo Milk before slamming it on the counter.

"Every piece of gold, every purchase we make-"

"All is accounted for, he's quite good at what he does. He's always been like that, even back at Mistralton."

Antoniou muses, swirling a mixing stick into his cup of coffee. Compared to the rest of the party, concerned at best, annoyed at worst, he was glowing with pride.

"It is quite impressive, actually. A true student of the Mistralton branch."

"Impressive?! It's creepy!"

Kurusu glances from the other end of the counter, fist clenching into a cup of hot cocoa.

"I make one purchase at some small store downtown and he's on my case all night about it! How is a chocolate bar going to 'financially murder the entire party', and how is it my fault entirely?!"

"A chocolate bar is nothing,"

Abbot laughs- he's the man behind the counter, the one preparing the party's drinks.

"I was in a rush to buy herbs and medicines- you know, so I could do my job as an apothecary; next thing I know, I've built up quite a tab in the store. No problem, I think, I'll pay it all of- but since Ohashi hasn't heard of these purchases, and I've amassed quite a debt, well,"

He pours a questionable liquid into a mug, a murky, sparkling gray.

"I learned my lesson- though I'm not allowed to experiment any new formulas for the time being, on account of Ohashi banning me from using the party's funds."

"Serves you Right,"

Abbot glares, but doesn't argue.

Lobanov takes the curious concoction, swirling it in his hands.

"He's a Little Debt Collector, That one. Very Terrifying- but What do you Expect, he is a Merchant of Plasma Harmonia Academia."

"I think he's doing a really good job then,"

Grumbles Descante- his own choice of drink was a simple, freshly squeezed lemonade; and he hoped Abbot didn't add anything to it.

"Representing the academy's business majors, I mean. Don't we have to pay him three pieces of gold daily?"

"The staff at Aspertia would put down donation boxes,"

Slater whispers under his breath, lips pressed against the rim of his teacup- his choice of drink was Pecha tea with coconut milk.

"It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't, um, mandatory."

"Little bloodsucking parasites,"

Technamare puts up his smoothie for Aibert to drink from- clearly annoyed at the mention of collecting fees.

"Opelucid wasn't any better- an entrance fee for the exams, the tuition, they didn't even offer scholarships, when they're the branch that'd benefit from having one!"

"Nice to know that, aside from running cults, planning deaths, masterminding this whole ordeal while carrying out this so-called god's will-"

Abbot slides Kurosawa his drink- a cup of Iapapa berry juice.

"-they're also stealing money from us."

Piper rolls his eyes. "And you guys say I'm the traitor-"

Technamare immediately looks at the thief. "You literally are-"

Piper waves his hand dismissively. "Yeah, fine, it was a one time thing-"

Descante, furrowed eyebrows, speaks up next. "You tried to kill Slater-"

"Well, I stopped doing that! Unlike Ohashi who bleeds us dry every time!"

"Who's bleeding who dry?"

The rest of the party goes quiet.

Stepping inside Abbot's private bar, Ohashi steps in with the sound of his wares jingling inside his backpack- as a merchant, he carried business as usual even as the party were labeled fugitives and heretics by the rest of the world, and maintained steady connections.

Out of all of them, it was no doubt Ohashi worked the hardest.

Yet.

Everyone turns away- completely unwilling to fess up.

Ohashi needs no confirmation, however.

"I take it the ingredients used for everyone's drinks were part of yesterday's trip to the market, Abbaticcio?"

"Right," There's a peaceful smile as he wipes a glass- it's hard to tell if it was fake or not. "No need to worry about that."

"Hmph. You say that,"

He glances at everyone.

He must have some sort of innate magic ability, Piper thought, because his glare was the iciest it's ever been- and the way it quickly melts into something, one of seething rage-

"-but while you lot were here gossiping amongst yourselves, I've observed there's been discrepancies between the reported expenses and our current budget."

Uh-oh.

"Kurosawa, Piper, Kurusu, Lobanov-"

The rest unmentioned quickly rose to their feet, scampering upstairs. Abbot hastily throws the last of the cleaned glasses into the shelf and makes a run for it.

"-meet me outside. We need to talk."

Kurusu looks like he wants to argue- but shrinks back when Ohashi stares into his exposed eye.

With a shrug, Lobanov takes one last sip of Abbot's strange drink, stretching his muscles and walking outside with Kurusu clinging to his coat.

"What did you buy?" Kurosawa asked. "You're the one always in trouble with him."

"You're in his bad books too!"

"It was probably some bandages I brought in a rush!"

"Like hell it was!"

"Both of you,"

Placing gloved hands on their shoulders, Ohashi leans close.

"Like it or not, I'll never part from your side,"

It was less of a reassurance- especially with how tightly he squeezed.

"So while I'm around, you better pay your dues. Otherwise,"

Somehow, out of everything we've encountered so far-

"You'll know why they warn you about making a deal with the devil."

-why is Ohashi the scariest?!

#jrpg au #request

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L + don’t care + didn’t ask + cry about it + who asked + stay mad + get real + bleed + mald seethe cope harder + dilate + incorrect + hoes mad + pound sand + basic skill issue + typo + ur dad left + you fell off + no u + the audacity + triggered + repelled + ur a minor + k. + any askers + get a life + ok and? + cringe + copium + go outside + touch grass + kick rocks + quote tweet + think again + not based + not funny didn’t laugh + social credits -999, 999, 999, 999 + get good + reported + ad hominem + ok boomer + small pp + ur allergic to sunlight + GG! + get rekt + trolled + your loss + muted + banned + kicked + permaban + useless + i slept with ur mom + yo momma + yo momma so fat + redpilled + no bitches allowed + i said it better + tiktok fan + get a life + unsubscribed + plundered + go tell reddit + donowalled + simp + get sticked bug LOL + talk nonsense + trump supporter + your’re a full time discord mod + you’re* + grammar issue + nerd + get clapped + kys + lorem ipsum dolor sit amet + go outside + bleach + lol + gay + retard + autistic + reported + ask deez + ez clap + straight cash + idgaf + ratio again + stay mad + read FAQ + youre lost + you “re” + stay pressed + reverse double take back + pedophile + cancelled + done for + don't give a damn + get a job + sus + baka + sussy baka + get blocked + mad free + freer than air + furry + rip bozo + you're a (insert stereotype) + slight_smile + aired + cringe again + Super Idol的笑容 + mad cuz bad + my pronouns are xe, xem & xyr + irrelevant + deal with it + screencapped your bio + karen/kyle + jealous + you're deaf + balls + i'll be right back + go ahead whine about it + not straight + eat paper + you lose + count to three + your problem + no one cares + log off + don't care even more + sex offender + sex defender + get religion + not okay + glhf + NFT owner + you make bad memes + problematic + fall in line + dog water + you look like a wall + you don’t know 2 + 2 with yo head ass + you are going to my cringe compilation + you can’t count to five + try again + you failed kindergarten + rickrolled + no lifer + guten freunden schickt man einen deutschen panzer + you have a anime profile picture + an* + fatherless + motherless + sisterless + brotherless + orphan + you can't catch this ratio + catch some bitches + I don't care about your opinion + genshin player + you dress like garbage + 日本語がお上手ですね + get fucked + you can’t understand what the word intelligence means with your dumb ass + you have hair + queued + put some thought into what you're going to do with that + stfu + go to bed + yes, i'm taller than you + i think your joke is funny + i rejected your mother's advances + marooned + you can’t read + I win + final ratio

I just squashed my bitty from how mad I am.

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mishimaflatulence · 1 year

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I'm logging off of this account I can't do this.

-Kai

#rp blog #yttd #your turn to die

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tricky-pockets · 1 year

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If your job involves repetitive monotonous work, you should be allowed to wear headphones and listen to music or audiobooks or whatever. So that your brain doesn't, y'know, start trying to eat itself.

And this is not a new thought. Factory workers used to sometimes hire a lector - someone who would read novels or newspaper articles aloud to them during monotonous work. Often (usually?) this was just one of the people working there, or a few who took turns, and their coworkers chipped in to compensate them for the lost wages. Then people started voting for more political material (pro-union) for the lectors to read, which helped galvanize strikes and so on. And lectors started getting banned.

My job involves sitting silently in a box and sticking Widget A into Widget B a thousand times a day. I can't wear headphones. I'm not even supposed to talk to the people working beside me because they don't want us to be "distracted". They play the easy-listening radio station that everyone - everyone - hates.

This isn't okay. I could tolerate monotonous work if I was allowed to use my brain for something else while I'm doing it, if I could at least listen to a book and learn something or feel something. None of this is okay and I have to say it somewhere or I'll explode. This is bad for humans and it hurts the whole time. This crushes the soul.

#sam tag 🌌

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cakeinthevoid · 1 year

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Forget It

Whumptober No. 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”

Thermometer | Delirium | “They don't care about you.” —— (1, 2, 3)

Content: War time setting, Reluctant Caretaker, unnamed casualty, fever, unreliable (caretaker) POV, mentioned/implied near death experience

Not usually crazy about military scenarios but for some reason it's the only one that came to mind with these prompts! Enjoy :) In advance: Yes, Capn is the name of their Leader. If you've been on my blog you know 9/10 times I'm lazy with names lmao

Mags was getting real sick of their new captive. They hadn’t even wanted to pick her off the field. For starters, she was Rithkusen. Second, keeping prisoners of war alive was more effort than it was worth.

As proven by the fact that the girl they picked up was now running a high fever. Worse yet, Capn decided Mags had to treat it because their medic was tending to their own casualties. Mags was just getting a terrible coffee and Capn snagged them away before the old machine could finish its job. A terrible case of bad place bad time that Mags was becoming known for.

Speaking of bad place—the prisoner brig was disgusting. The girl wasn’t their only prisoner and Mags had to walk through a dozen other grimy cells to reach her room. Why Capn wanted her in the room, Mags didn’t know. Couldn’t be because she was on the younger side—there was another prisoner who looked her age down the dark hall.

“What are you waiting for? Can’t come up with a killer line for your entrance?” Speak of the devil.

Mags was standing in front of the room, key and med kit in one hand. Worst part was, the kid was right, in a way. Mags had no clue what to say to the girl.

Luckily the kid’s words solved the issue; Mags would say nothing at all. Nothing meaningful, anyway.

And so they didn’t even reply as they unlocked the heavy door and stepped in.

Mags squinted at the overly bright lights. Going from the dim and dank hall to glaring white walls was jarring enough. They shut the door behind them, and in a few blinks they could see the girl curled up on the slab jutting out of the wall.

She was still in Rithkusen frontline uniform; Deep maroons and browns, stained with varying shades of maroons and browns—blood and dirt. Mags always thought that was a silly uniform to have. Then again, their side of the fight wore white and green, which could stick out like a sore thumb at times.

Despite that, the Vanctan were winning, so Mags had no real reason to judge war time fashion. Especially when the war would be over soon. They were going to win.

Which is also why Mags saw no purpose to racking up POWs.

Mags approached the bed and set their kit at the foot of it. The girl hardly filled up half, shivering with the blanket over her head.

Mags took out a thermometer—it was one of the newer versions that just had to be held to the forehead for a reading. They came up to the head of the bed and pulled off the blanket so they could access the face.

They expected at least some resistance, but the girl just let out a whine and curled up tighter, scrunching her eyes.

Mags tried to do their job dispassionately, but the girl really was young. They weren’t an extremist, but sometimes they thought kids should be banned from the effort.

The girl was running a fever high enough to warrant those special pills, instead of the cheaper ones given out on the frontlines. Mags wanted to give her the cheap ones, but Capn clearly wanted the girl alive and it would be wise not to invoke his wrath.

They rummaged for the bottle and took out a single pill. How to make her take it was beyond them.

They tried taking her hand to put the pill between her fingers. The girl gripped their hand in return.

“Hey—“ Mags tried to pull back, but the hold was tight. “Let go and take the pill, girl.”

As if Mags needed more proof the girl was ill, she started spouting nonsense.

“Keal, Keal, Keal—I knew it, I was right! We can do it, I can prove it—“ she wheezed before devolving into a coughing fit. “The crater—exists,” she choked out.

Mags pulled back sharply and successfully. She had to report that. If the crater existed… Maybe Capn already knew—that’s why he kept the girl. But how did she know? Why wasn’t there more security around her? She was found dying on the field—she would have—should have died.

“K-Keal?” she coughed out.

“They don’t care about you,” Mags said, mostly to themself in realization. “They left you to die when you could have changed everything,” they said in a hollow voice.

“Keal—what are you t—turn off the lights, I can’t see—“

“I’m not Keal, girl.”

“Where is everyone? Keal, please…”

Mags needed to report. They also needed the girl to take the damn pill. Desperate times, desperate measure and all that…

Mags grabbed the girls hair with one hand—when her mouth opened in pain and shock, Mags popped in the pill and shut her jaw with their free hand.

Finally, the girl’s eyes shot open. They were wide with terror, but they weren’t seeing.

“Mm—“

“This is a pill. To help you. Swallow it now.”

She shook her head vigorously. At least she could hear.

“I’m not asking. You’re going to swallow or suffocate.” In a quick move, Mags changed their hold to pin her arms down with a knee and one hand, and keep her mouth shut and nose plugged with the other.

The girl twisted, but Mags was much stronger. It was hardly a fight.

“Take the blasted pill or die!”

Mags saw her swallow and let go. The girl took in a desperate breath of air before Mags took hold of her jaw again to inspect. The pill was swallowed. They weren’t sure that would actually work.

They let go for a final time and stepped back, picking up the first aid kit on their way out.

The girl was sobbing.

At least the war would be over soon.

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natickpolycule · 1 year

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I closed my laptop and sighed heavily. I'd just run the numbers on my Natick Mall location and it was certain--I'd have to close up shop. It had been a good run for me, the Wegmans in the Natick Mall, but I suppose all good things must have come to an end.

"You should have made more donations to charity," said my assistant Lush. They were usually right about this sort of thing. Damnit. They didn't have a successful cosmetics location in this mall for no reason, now did they.

"I'll take that as a note for next time," I uttered offhand. I had more important things to think about, like what the Natick Moms Group would think about me having to close.

And then, it came. A heavy knock on the door.

Was it the South Natick Dam? No, they were too busy making shit up about underwear at Town Meeting.

The voice was crisp and unwavering. "I know you're in there, Weggy."

The piercing shriek of the Natick Moms Group was unmistakable.

I opened the door and let her in.

Strangely, I was excited to see her. She had her hair in a bob, dyed blonde. It was clearly a box dye job, probably bought from my own damn store, but it looked good somehow. She matched it with a bright purple business suit, a pencil skirt that finished just above her knees, and strangely identically matching purple flats. This was, embarrassingly, the look in which I'd always fantasized about her.

I was glad I'd put some thought into my appearance this morning. I'd chosen the fitted gray sweatpants which subtly enhanced my bulge without me having to do anything about it. I'd paired it with a gray skintight athletic tee and the latest trendy flannel whateverthefuck that the nice human at Express Men had sold me during their semi annual sale. My shoes were, per usual, crocs, because you'll never pry those off my cold manly feet. They were incredibly comfortable and fashionable if you didn't look too closely.

"Sit. Let's talk." I ushered the Natick Moms Group to my guest chair.

"Look, Weggy, I'll cut to the chase. I'm DEVASTATED that you had to close. My kids will ONLY eat your store brand products and now I just don't know what to do."

I sighed and uncrossed my legs, leaning in closer. I knew this was going to be an uncomfortable converstation.

"I know, sweetheart. I know. I'm devastated, too. Our store brand is so much better than Stop & Shop and it really pains me to see us close up shop. It's just that Natick residents weren't spending enough in this non-traditional location, and the town's taxes were just too high. Probably to pay for restoring the Dam to its natural state. Fucking government overreach into South Natick property values."

The Natick Moms Group nodded in agreement. I could tell that, even though she didn't like the news, she at least understood. I suppose we can both agree on what's really important to the town, evidently, and that's sticking it to the South Natick property owners.

"Look, I get it. You're a business and you have to do what you have to do. I have to ask, though, is there anything I can do?" NMG asked reasonably.

I thought about it for a moment. "Well, we really just needed more customers in the store. What if you banned posts about coyotes and plane flyovers in your group and made it a requirement that every post has to be about how bad the other grocery stores in Natick are?"

NMG considered this. "That's not a bad idea, to be honest. We already have a lot of ridiculous rules so what's one more? I dunno, though, I'm not convinced that alone would fix the 6.3M shortfall in your books. We're a powerful group but not that powerful.

Fair enough.

I paused. Then, it hit me.

There was one more thing.

"There's one more thing."

"What, baby?" NMG panted.

"Our accountant did say we have an investor that will make up the shortfall instantly if you do just one thing for me..."

"What? I'll do anything for you..."

I thought back to two years ago, when I opened my store. NMG was telling the truth. She'd cum through in a pinch, so to speak. Her support had ensured our Grand Opening was open ... wide ...

"They'll make up the shortfall if you let me put a baby in you."

NMG, to her credit, didn't flinch. She'd secretly been wanting another baby, now that her first child the Natick Dads Group was finally doing well on his own. She'd missed being able to take care of someone the way she'd had to babysit the Natick Dads group.

"Okay, on one condition--you give us a 10% off coupon that we can use whenever we want on your store brand products."

My accountant wouldn't like that--our store brand products were the best around--but if that's what it took, I was willing to make it happen.

"Deal." I got up out of my chair, not even bothering to conceal my growing length, and walked over to the passcode near the back of my office. I typed in the code (01760, naturally), revealing the secret entrance.

"Step into my office," I growled, my eyes darkening.

"Yes Daddy," NMG whispered, taking my hand as I led her through the dark tunnels to my office.

It was dimly lit, with a California King bed in one corner and a vertical harness in the other. NMG eagerly trotted over to the bed and got on her knees, waiting for me.

"No," I uttered. "I want you in the other corner."

NMG's eyes narrowed. "Okay," she said, with a slight hesitation. She walked over to the harness and awaited my instructions.

I could sense the hesitation, and, though I really wanted my store to stay open, I mostly wanted her to be comfortable. After all, she was the Natick Moms Group, the most powerful group in all of Massachusetts. Plus, my feelings for her were swelling like my huge pants poker.

"I'm going to remove your clothes and strap you to this harness. If you'd rather use the bed, or would rather not do any of this, please use the safe words. The safe word for moving to the bed is 'Trader Joe's' and the safe word for stopping entirely is 'Aldi.' Do you understand?"

"Yes Daddy, I understand. I'll say 'Trader Joe's' for the bed and 'Aldi' if I want you to stop."

This was the good girl I always knew. Obeying my instructions.

I closed the gap between me and her. She smelled like Yankee Candle, an overpowering yet scintillating scent. I removed her pantsuit toot suite.

She was standing before me wearing a strappy purple matching set that she'd clearly bought from Torrid at the Mall. God I love that store, what a great blend of quality and sex. I could almost taste her nipples, erect with anticipation of what a bankrupt store was about to do to her.

I unhooked the bra and lowered her panties to the floor. I could smell her desire. She whimpered as the last of her clothes came off, leaving her naked in front of me.

I tied her to the harness, feeling her warm wrists and ankles into the locks. Her legs were spread for me. I now completely owned her.

"Look at me," I said. "I want to see all of you as I taste all of you." My hands slowly began to glide up and down her body, giving her goosebumps with each light touch.

"Oh daddy," she whimpered. "I need more."

"Not yet," I said. "I'm going to enjoy every moment of this."

I removed my flannel and tee, exposing my own erect nipples and washboard abs. NMG clearly enjoyed the sight of these once again. I took her nipples into my mouth, enjoying each moan of pleasure coming from her with each sucking motion.

Soon, I moved lower, inching my tongue toward tasting all of her. She leaned into me, and soon I was overwhelmed with the sensations of her warmth. She tasted heavenly.

"That's it Daddy," she moaned. "That's what I came here for."

"Is this what you wanted?" I paused briefly to come up for air and ask.

"Yes, you were always a pro at eating the groceries!"

The cleverness of this pun made precum ooze out of my tent pole.

"Enough talking for you. I don't want anything more out of your mouth unless there's something in it. Do you understand?"

"Y-mmmmmm", she caught herself before responding in the affirmative. She nodded and fell quiet.

"Good girl." I commanded, removing my own pants to expose my hard length.

I was ready to get into her checkout line.

I put on a condom and entered her slowly, checking for any sign of hesitation or discomfort. Though I enjoyed domming NMG, I recognized her tendencies toward being a power bottom and respected that dynamic. I didn't want to do anything she didn't explicitly want today, given the transactional nature of our original arrangement.

NMG's eyes told the whole story for me. They were deep, thirsty, powerful eyes that screamed "yes" without disobeying me by speaking.

I began to thrust, slowly at first, then harder. I watched her eyes roll back in her head with pleasure with each thrust. Though last time was slow and romantic, I was not going to make this time anything as such. I had to have her, to use her, and to move on. Now.

NMG seemed to feel the same as I could tell her body was freight training straight toward cum-town. Her insides tightened and she started to shake in the restraints. "Oh daddy please don't stop I'm going to cum I'm going to cum I'm going to-"

"I told you not to speak. There will be consequences. Now cum for me."

"Yes, Daddy oh god I'm cumming I'm-"

I couldn't hear her as my own orgasm rippled through my body, coinciding with hers as we finished in a heap of skin, bones, and appreciation for upscale grocery options.

As we caught our breath, I let her out of the restraints and we both moved to the bed. I let her under the covers and we laid there, spooning, enjoying the moment.

"Daddy, I know I came here to convince you to stay open, and I hope you do, but I wanted to say I really enjoyed that and I hope we can do it again." She said, with less confidence than I was expecting from her given her usual strength.

"I think we can do this again, especially now that I'm going to stay open for you and the rest of the citizens of Natick!"

"Really Daddy?! That's amazing, thank you so much!!" NMG was clearly excited, not just for the future deals on store brand groceries, but for me leaving the door open for her to enjoy my company in the future.

"Yes, sweetheart, but don't get too excited. Remember I said there will be consequences?"

NMG paused. Oh god.

"What do I need to do?"

"It's not what you need to do, sweetheart. There will be two consequences. First of all, Natick Moms Group people can only get the 10% discount if they promise to post weekly in your group about how they saw a strange man on their Ring security camera and it's totally not racist at all. Second of all, you have to promise to Save The Dam."

"Save The Dam? But that's impossible!! They've already voted to destroy it? Daddy why would you have me do this?" NMG pleaded.

"It is what it is. Consequences of your actions. Get to work."

And so, NMG sighed, pulled on her pantsuit, and left. She knew what she had to do.

She had to, once and for all, Save The Dam.

It wasn't going to be easy. Just like the previous two minutes, it was going to be Very, Very Hard.

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The Morning Briefing: Revisiting the 'Kamala Harris As Sacrificial Lamb' Theory

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Poll Perspective. On August 29, 2016, Hillary Clinton led Donald Trump by 5.9 points in the RealClearPolitics Poll Average.

Happy Thursday, dear Kruiser Morning Briefing friends. Bensallel felt that he could best put his skills to use in a confectionery that appreciated his ability to dazzle all ages with Billy Ray Cyrus chic.

There is just so much to process every day in the substance-free, media driven faux presidential campaign of Kamala Harris. It's like "The Monkees," "The Manchurian Candidate," and "Being There" all rolled into one.

And you're watching it while you have a concussion.

We've spent a lot of time examining the mainstream media hacks' newfound fascination and affection for Harris, a woman they previously treated like a french fry that had found its way underneath a car seat and was forgotten. The prevailing opinion has been that the combination of Trump Derangement Syndrome and relief from Biden Senility Fatigue has made the press minions and some Beltway Dems decide that they might be able to love Harris enough to make her their first ex-wife.

As I've written many times, Democrats are the "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" party, so it's entirely possible that they've forgotten that they never really liked Kamala Harris that much.

Another possibility is that the Dem hierarchy want Harris to lose, but they've got to put on a big show just because they loathe Trump so much. A little plausible deniability never hurts either.

The powers that be in the Democratic party could be thinking that, if Harris wins, they will need another bus under which to throw the head of the party. They can triple the amount of handlers that Biden had and she'll still find a way to muck up the works.

Maybe they are just making room under the bus where President LOLEightyonemillion has been napping and hoping to throw her there in November.

That could be the reason that she isn't getting any pushback from the Democratic National Committee for almost becoming Trump Lite now that she's getting around to pretending to have policy positions. This is from something that my friend and partner in thought crime Stephen Green wrote yesterday:

And that brings us to today's flip-flop, coming close on the heels of Harris doing the Triple Lindy on banning fracking, gun confiscation, decriminalizing illegal border crossings, decreasing funding for the Border Patrol, eliminating private health insurance, Medicare for All, court-packing SCOTUS, defunding police, Green New Deal, EV mandates, and (I'm running out of breath here) a federal jobs guarantee. Harris wants to build the wall. Somebody get her a red MAGA hat, won't you?

The real test of my theory will be if she says something bad about Hamas and the Dem leaders let her slide.

As Mr. Green and I have been saying all year, the Democrats didn't have any choice but to stick with Harris for this election if they wanted to get rid of Joe Biden. That doesn't mean that they want her to hang around for a long time. For most of my many years as a political activist, the Democrats have been brilliant at playing the long game. Their frothing anger over the mere existence of Donald Trump has made them a little shortsighted.

If they are putting on a show right now and hoping to usher Ms. Harris off the stage quickly, it would indicate that they're back on their game.

It's no secret to even casual observers that the Democratic upper crust types have had their eyes on Govs. Gavin Newsom and Gretchen Whitmer for their future plans. One has to wonder if they quickly bowed out of the Kamala Harris veepstakes on their own or if the Democratic power brokers strongly urged them to do so.

The Democratic party elite may just be willing to "endure" four years of peace and prosperity under Trump 47 so they can retool and get back to their assault on the Constitution with players who aren't liabilities every time a camera is on.

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