There’s so many more 😊 Film Cow is a mad sort of genius.
There’s so many more 😊 Film Cow is a mad sort of genius.
Day one: in the ghost house.
(Oh shiiiiiiii)
My country and now every country around my country has decided they want hardcore extreme right politicians running the country. These politicians are winning on blatant misinformation and unrealistic promises.
I’m literally surrounded by morons.
Aww. Yes, it was. That ol’ spoilsport.
Aw. Can I not hire you to happen to other awful human beings? Is Alex Jones your last one?
Great episode of Knowledge Fight: incoming
I can respect the commitment to the bit that it must have taken to delete criticalthinking.ini entirely from your brain, but I can’t bring myself to respect even an iota of what it’s turned you into. You broke yourself, dude.
Most definitely not a nuclear bomb.
Kingdom Come: Deliverance. Accidentally triggered the Woman’s Lot DLC and now I’m stuck in a stealth section vs a town of angry Cumans that I just cannot figure out.
Infuriating.
The correlation that failed you is the one between your anecdote and the topic of the article 🤣
Ded-a-chek?
It is insane to me how allergic to giving credit and sources some corners of Lemmy can be 🤦🏻♂️
Oof. Spec Ops. “Are we the baddies?”: The Game
Yes. We are very much the baddies.
This is pretty cool, but I’m struggling to find anything else that makes this claim using my Google fu. Can you help point me at something I can read about this?
Where did you get it?
Not arguing, just curious. I don’t understand your comment. Are you saying the AP is more or less biased the robot says it is?
What condescending claptrap. Degrading and demeaning? If you’re always online because you’re disabled and that’s the only way you can interact with people, then you’re not too online, are you?
Verbosity and hair-trigger outrage, however… yup, that smacks a bit of being too online.
Get off OPs back, dingus.
Salitter is my answer to this one every time.
The silence. The salitter drying from the earth. The mudstained shapes of flooded cities burned to the waterline. At a crossroads a ground set with dolmen stones where the spoken bones of oracles lay moldering. No sound but the wind.
Here, also.