A man with a beard, face lit by his screen held in his hands, lounges on a porch with mountains in the bright evening sun distance while a small chicken roosts in his hair.
Good night. May your chickens roost as well as mine.
I never looked so good doing it.
Truly they barely deserve your decorum, yet you keep serving it and winning. But seeing you like this just shows the grit, the strength the moral courage to be outraged. Keep it up, it is me.
Which would be correct and principled position in another timeline. Not this year.
BREAKING: YES! Decision Desk calls it.
What made the jet stream change, Chris?
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Build your false narrative and pay no attention to the women who made you possible, Ozmandias. We will birth your successors as easily as your rivals.
Good. He was equally challenging to the tired beliefs of small men.
Havenât impugned character once, only spouted opposition to the lament that once again a system of men fails analysis because it was based on control of the part of humanity that creates, which it inherently canât control. I will respond as I want. Thank you for your concern.
Donât need your permission to talk*
Weâre on Bluesky. Twitter is dead. Life renews, thank you for ironically contributing to my ted talk.
Life will renew despite what you write about it or what you call it. It will go on despite the prevailing philosophy. The news about the decline is exaggerated for your attention, and youâre confused so will attack what you donât understand (me.) Move along. Youâll get itâŚtoo late.
The crazy smear always the handy weapon of the apoplectic.
First year human better than graduate apologist for the nothing better to offer crowd.
Walter Whiteâs Odysseus journey explains to the male what women already know. Bulletin at eleven.
Whoâs high thinking Iâm defending capitalism? Thinking humans can be controlled is an act of deific hubris. And thinking anything will lead to our demise is ignoring lifeâs constant rebirth.
Until you realize the renewal.
The fear of the all consuming machine we created cannot be separated from the reality we created it.
A fear every human creating machine realizes every day has now dawned on the male ego, let us revere.
Yes, please wait until the house burning down has cooled before investigating what the accelerant was. Very 21st century.
I also donât know what to do with the accusation of being an AI. Is that an honor because my language exceeded your artificial screen? Or a shame because my peer couldnât tell the difference.
See: ontology recapitulates phylogeny for a discredited analogy.
The actual endowment of creation requires an element most sterile systems are unfamiliar with: a female.
- my best Dungeon Crawler Princess Donut imitation voice - âI have a pretty ring and a trophy, I should rule things.â
Capitulation to the theory of inevitable decay is hallmark of a coward; I would counter every spring, every birth, every life exists to resist this counter factual gloom. Every weed in every pavement crack refutes this nonsense, that somehow a higher powerâs permission is needed to survive.
Easter island pic shared by a friend
My daughterâs constant travels baby on Napoleonâs cannon.
Whatâs up? Chicken butt.
My love taking a pic of his male chicken pet bathing in the spring sun; not to be confused with my guy taking a pic of his cock in good light.
You never know what life has to show you next.
The shame stench that it takes a quorum of credible accusers âif womenâ should hang in the room a bit, but dealing with predators in the room quickly should be a strength advertised not avoided.
They are deep and wide and so good.
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