so my eldest brother, who is a moron, has been playing soldier with his moron friends in the deserts of texas for the last year preparing for the collapse of civilization if biden won (lol). they were burying food and ammo stashes out in the desert, running drills, crazy stuff
this included getting a cb license so he could be their lifeline to other groups of white idiots when the cell towers all went offline. wouldn't want to violate federal law while communicating with your resistance groups after the fall of the federal government i guess.
anyways, you would assume given that they've been prepping for the end of the world for at least a year they're well situated to ride out the rolling blackouts right?
wellll
their plan for cooking and heating during an extended power outage was natural gas, but like a lot of homes their gas service is out. the food in their freezer and fridge is already toast due to the power outrages, so they're down to canned stuff, but there's a catch.
they can get into the pull top cans just fine, but the ones that require an opener? their only can opener is electric. so a good 3/4 of his canned food store is inaccessible to him unless he goes after it with a knife, which i sincerely hope he does.
so captain survival was eating unheated ravioli out of a can yesterday because i guess he doesn't know how to start a fire? they have a fire pit but it too is gas fired.
he told my mom they're probably going to break into the survival buckets soon. i'm sure that's great food.
he told my mom that the blackout is due to texas switching everything to "wind power" but that he didn't discount that the government was doing this on purpose. if you can figure out why they'd arbitrarily freeze out a giant state hey points to you.
the saving grace in all this is he's having to ration his phone usage so he can't sit on the phone with my mom for hours crying about it. he's forced to sit there and talk to his wife, who is almost as dumb as he is.
presumably he's sitting there shivering, ranting about libs while he sucks down cold beefaroni. what a life.
he's tried contacting his best friend in his little larping group, but he's gone to ground. i sincerely hope that means he thinks this is the start of the great purge or whatever and he's disappeared to the mountains to evade fema and child support bailiffs
i'm trying to get more details from my mom but i have to play it cool. if i laugh she'll stop telling me about it, so i have to pretend this is very serious and i'm concerned for his safety while i'm imagining him hitting a can of baked beans with a screwdriver repeatedly
on the plus side they've got plenty of guns and ammo, so they can shoot the shit out of the snow.
locking two people with marital strife in a house with no supplies, no access to power, but plenty of access to guns and ammo seems like a great idea. i think this should work out great.
just to give you all some additional comfort: his wife is part of the group who helps select the textbooks texas buys every year, just in case you're wondering about the kind of people that make those decisions.
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He was a master craftsman in Norway who had reached the age of retirement, but decided to move his whole family to America because poverty was so bad and there were no prospects for his kids.
He was an incredibly inventive man who loved new technology. His furniture often included mechanical traps and hidden compartments.
Their first winter in America they lived in an earthen dugout. That dugout became the basement of the Norwegian craftsman style house he built. On the first floor. The second floor he made totally different. Modern American. Why? Probably boredom.
What depresses me about Picard is how cynical the whole thing is. It’s not that shows like TNG or DS9 didn’t want to be successful, of course they did, but fundamentally they had stories they wanted to tell and themes they wanted to explore.
Picard has nothing to say. It’s hollow. Empty. It’s inviting you to remember how you felt when you watched earlier shows. I’m kinda tired of companies having contempt for me. I get enough of that from Apple, I don’t need it from Paramount too.
I just don’t see the value in going back and revisiting old characters. Move on. If I want to see Picard or Kirk or whoever I can do that. Those shows still exist. Don’t smother writers by making them retell the same stuff with the same characters.
Strange moments early in today’s arraignment as the former President opened a briefcase filled with loose pizza slices. Judge Merchan asked a bailiff to remove the pizza, causing the former president to strip down to the waist and scream about George Sosros.
Shortly thereafter a man dressed as a patriotic clown burst into the courtroom and made a dash for the former president. Judge Merchan demanded the clown to be taken into custody, with predictable results.
Once order was restored, a weeping Trump explained at length why he couldn’t have pushed his ex wife Ivanna to her death. To which a baffled Judge Merchan said “Sir, the question was is this your handwriting.”
Re: Fetterman. Depression is a thief, a liar, a tormenter. It doesn't care how tough you are, how smart you are, how successful you are, or how loved you are. It tells you that you're worthless, that people hate you, that everyone in your life would be better if you were dead.
It makes everything harder, even the simplest things. It makes interacting with people difficult. It makes you want to hide away from the world. It's brutal. And a big chunk of the population will still tell you to suck it up and go for a walk, get a little sun.
Everyone has sad moments. Depression is different. It's like a pall hanging over everything, sucking the color and joy out of every aspect of life. Imagine a world where nothing is fun, nothing is pleasurable, nothing tastes good. Just day after day of fucking gray.
I guess tonight is the fourth anniversary of my dad’s death. Hard to believe. I still expect him to show up unannounced with some weird scheme. The kind of thing that exhausted me at the time but now I miss. It was always something weird and just barely legal. Not in a Gaetz way.
From the time I turned about 19 my dad spent his life struggling. He made a ton of money in the 80s and 90s, but he both spent bit and gave big. He was always helping people with problems big and small.
He went from being a head of sales who flew all around the world dealing with suppliers to doing a little bit of everything to scrape by. Even when he had no money he spent most of his energy trying to help others. Everywhere we went people loved him.