Victims are too white…

Oh I completely agree, can’t tell you how many times I’ve been screamed at on behalf of a corporation that values my labor at ‘‘can’t we charge him to work here instead’’ levels.

Doors can be replaced, dignity cannot.

The professionals use a potato ricer. Very fast, no lumps, and no risk of accidently making a glue, but you have to buy a potato rice, and change is scary.

This post has made me ask, why don’t we just put this shit in a different place?

You’d survive with enough other humans around, that’s kind of our thing as both apes and humans, we get all protective when threatened, we carry around our sick and broken until they aren’t, or they die. Neanderthals carried around a very old man with no teeth and functionless legs for like YEARS. That’s behavior outside any other species.

I’ve been in these meetings, they call this “training the customer” that’s literally what they are telling workers to do, train the customers to self check and stop asking for pos service.

They are HUGELY advantageous to shoplifters. My local grocery store did it for a few years and stopped all together.

It’s more like, they keep doing the genocide.

Cops make a surprisingly high amount of money.

Tis a sin to spill thine seed on the ground, thou must forever diligently rawdog thine brother’s wife. To please the lord.

But see, now she doesn’t have time to organize or even attend a Revolutionary action of any kind!

There’s one in my small town too! It looks very cozy.

When you gonna sign 20 things a day your style gets real poetic.

I once asked an exterminator I hired at a job site what a particular bug was called, as I only knew them as ‘blood suckers’ growing up. He then huckled at me and said ‘‘I call em dead after I get through with em’’ and I realized Dale Gribble was a cartoon character who wasn’t based on a true story.

Oh yeah, the other side is just the info on who put the tag in, and identifying the equipment so people don’t rotate the same tags to other equipment.

I used to put these on broken equipment, intensely fucking annoying job, had my boss cut one off, plug back in the unit, call me into his office to chew me out for DARING to lock out tag out a working unit, and then the fire alarm goes off. Guess what started the fire? I couldn’t quit fast enough.

A lady asked me how to get service on her landline phone. At the department store I was working at. It was very confusing, I did actually give her info on a local service that ensures the elderly on fixed incomes always have service, at no ongoing cost at least. She just RAGED at me for being so incompetent I couldn’t turn on her phone service from the department store, or wouldn’t personally go out and install it. I’ve never been called so many names in my life. And yet I still feel sorry for her. Customer service really is a constant exercise in empathy and checked projection, you can’t get mad at customer 6 just because customer 5 was a horrorshow lunatic.

Wow it’s really hard to pin down a definition of Nihilism. Anyway, I always saw Nihilism as a view that nothing is meaningful, that everything means nothing. But not that nothing matters. If you have no meaning to ascribe value to anything or anyone, you wouldn’t find meaning in unnecessary harm or discomfort to others, in a harm reduction mindset.

Opps, my huge gun was off target due to my magnum dong.