I pay for an emby share personally.

I read this as “enby share” and thought, “Is that like a queer polyamorous social group? If so, I want in.”

(BTW I use emby share to pirate too, so no need to explain. My brain just expects the word “enby” first.)

I’m saving your comment because this was my exact experience, too, and I’m glad to see this silver lining occurred for others.

These people truly are mentally children, running around playing grown-up. Meanwhile, when I was an actual child, I was expected to be held to the same standards as grown-ups by Boomer parents (and as you likely know, autism + adults not explaining their social expectations = very difficult childhood.)

It’s been a trip to see high-level government absolutely sucking at skills that I struggled with for ages, skills that I have been made to feel bad about for lacking. I work harder any day that I go out into public, even if it’s my day off, than any of these privileged losers ever seem to. I have to be extremely mindful of myself - my posture, my tone of voice, my volume, my face (can’t have resting bitch face), on top of whatever other tasks I have to do, every second of every minute that I’m around other people. I’m also expected to be aware of and mindful of the feelings of those around me, so I have to also accurately rate their posture, tone, etc. Fail any of these things, and anything I say or do has a chance of being misinterpreted poorly. It’s fucking exhausting, and I wish there were more understanding and acceptance that allowed us to relax.

These are part of a whole set of skills - situational awareness, social awareness, self awareness - that the modern GOP appears to completely lack. They were raised without needing to apply them, and we can see evidence of their privileged backgrounds whenever they pull some tone-deaf stunt and still expect approval. Whenever I’m feeling down, I can remind myself that I may not be perfect, but at least I’m not as out-of-touch as they are.

Getting apologies would be nice, but it starts with acceptance. Right now, if a Trump voter can accept that they messed up or were led astray, and they can be convinced to join the resistance, that’s all I care about. I care less about hearing an “I’m sorry” than I do about having more people on the streets today - actions speak louder than words, and to turn down someone who’s joined our side over something as petty as “Have you apologized yet?” would do little more than push people away.

We need a united front right now, and just as former Trump voters have to suck up the bad feelings of having contributed to this mess, we have to hold off on purity-testing our fellow protesters and accept that to fight the oligarchs, it takes all of us, regardless of our feelings toward each other.

Shortly after entering adulthood, I lost a close friend. He was still in college at the time, a talented, friendly, bright light snuffed far too early. He was well loved and his funeral was so packed that it was standing room only. One attendee described it as “the most depressing class reunion ever.”

His loss has never left me.

Right before I got the phone call telling me the news, I had been feeling extremely down about myself. I was crossing my work parking lot (which I had to do regularly as part of my job) without looking up for moving cars, thinking that if I got hit, it wouldn’t have mattered.

But that same day, my phone rang. It was a mutual friend, and through obvious tears and a quavering voice, she told me, “John is dead!”

With that, everything changed.

I’ll never forget how much it hurt to lose somebody so important to me. The idea of purposely putting my friends through that has kept me going more times than I can count. I have to remind myself, even in my darkest, most self-hating moments, that I’m more important to others than I realize. I can’t imagine John would have known just how much of an impact he had made on others, but I saw the proof. I felt the pain. I love my friends and family too much to entertain the thought of making them attend my funeral. And so I push on, but with one change:

I now make a point to explicitly tell my friends how much they matter to me.

As far as ways to filter for such positions, maybe look for roles that require traveling? At the very least, you’d be in a different location throughout your week.

By this logic, the less predictable your daily life is, the more “alive” you are.

So for a lot of us, to be “alive” is to experience constant anxiety about what’s about to happen.

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Actually, that tracks.

It’s also worth noting that at the time, Samaritans were seen as an enemy. “To the Jews, a Samaritan was more revolting than a Gentile (pagan); Samaritans were half-breeds who defiled the true religion.”

So when it was written that a good Samaritan was an example of a neighbor, it was more impactful than the phrase implies today. Part of the point was to say that even those perceived as “enemies” are ordinary people that should be treated with the same dignity and care given to one’s own tribe.

Not OP, but for me a window popped up and asked for my email, without any button or other option to opt out/make it go away. I got around it by using “Reader” Mode.

The thumbnail above conveniently censors the naughty bits, allowing this article to be SFW.

For real. The fact that all of these are just more Republican lies is extremely disappointing:

“She’s committed to banning fracking, phasing out internal combustion engines, and rolling out the most progressive Green New Deal yet,” another section of the Progress 2028 plan reads.

“will support a nationwide gun buy-back program that will take dangerous weapons off our streets"

“Let’s remove barriers for undocumented immigrants who are undocumented!” one ad states, adding, “Access to affordable housing, driver licenses, and fair wages creates a stronger America for everyone.”

Republicans are so detached from the American people that they think these ideas would scare us. It’s no surprise they suck at parody, but by putting these words into Harris’s mouth they run the ironic risk of pushing undecided Independents or seemingly-ignored Progressives to vote for her.

That is poetry.

It’s definitely possible, I mean…

he told his supporters "to go out and vote on 'January 5th’”

Yes, listen to your dear leader. Mark your calendars and make sure to visit the polls in January. We all know Trump is always right and knows exactly what he’s saying, which is why it’s so important to only follow what he says to do. Don’t listen to any of the liberal lies about when election day supposedly is. They’re just trying to confuse you with more FAKE NEWS.

The poster above you didn’t put the entire article. Their post was merely the snippet from the end of it.

Earlier on, the article stated:

The Atlantic is a heterodox place, staffed by freethinkers, and for some of us, Kamala Harris’s policy views are too centrist, while for others they’re too liberal.

In other words, this endorsement is the decision of more than one person. It isn’t contradictory for different people to want different things. The whole point was that multiple people have found multiple reasons to come to the same conclusion.

But the article isn’t behind a paywall, and the link is right there. In the search to make sense of an extracted quote, the original source is a good place to start.

I noticed that a link to the segment hasn’t been shared yet. For those who want to watch - VP Kamala Harris Shares A Miller High Life With Stephen Colbert

Inb4 “sundowning” is caused by liberal space lasers.

This is the reality with dementia. When a brain loses the ability to encode new memories, every day is the same day.

I’m not expecting to change the minds of adults. But if they’re going to force a bible into childrens’ hands, they better be prepared to address the passages in it that might even make Christians uncomfortable.

It would be fun to get ahold of these bibles before distribution, so we could highlight all the best stories. Like when the daughters of Lot decided to get their dad drunk and have sex with him, or when a prostitute was said to lust after lovers with genitals as large as a donkey’s and emissions like those of a horse.

He’s also increasingly stuck in the past. It takes some serious disconnect to ask a crowd in 2024, if they witnessed Charles Lindburgh in 1927.