And even those celebrities might need to watch out, political prosecutions are almost guaranteed in the next few years
Not encouraging in the context of implementing harm reduction in the short time we have left. This stupid old fuck is going to smile and nod his way into the grave while wishing us all the best.
It’s for the good of FICSIT… …and humanity
Machine translation:
In the low-ceilinged canteen, deep underground, the lunch line moved slowly. The room was already full and noisy. Steam from the stew rose from the iron bars on the counter, with a sour, iron smell that was no match for the Victory gin. At the far end of the room there was a little bar, really just a hole in the wall, where you could buy a large glass of gin for a dime.
“That’s exactly what I was looking for,” said someone behind Winston.
He turned round. It was his friend Syme, who worked in the Research Department. Perhaps, to be exact, he could not be called a ‘friend’. There were no friends these days, only comrades. But some comrades were more pleasant to be with than others. Syme was a linguist, a Newspeak expert. In fact, he was one of a large group of experts who were recently compiling the eleventh edition of the Newspeak Dictionary. He was a very small man, smaller than Winston, with dark hair and prominent eyes, which had a look that was at once sad and mocking, and which seemed to be searching your face as he spoke.
“I want to ask you, do you have a razor blade?” he said.
‘Not a single one!’ said Winston hastily, somewhat guiltily. ‘I’ve asked everywhere. They don’t exist any more.’
Everyone asks you for razor blades. In fact, he has saved two unused razor blades. For months, razor blades have been out of stock. At any time, there are always some necessities.
The shops didn’t have any. Sometimes it was buttons, sometimes it was thread, sometimes it was shoelaces; now it was razor blades. You could only get some by sneaking around in the “free” market.
“I’ve had this one for six weeks,” he added untruthfully. The team took another step forward. When they stopped he turned back to Samai. They both took a greasy plate from a pile of iron plates at the counter.
“I have a job,” said Winston coldly. "I think you can see it in the films.
“Didn’t you go to see the hanging of prisoners yesterday?” asked Syme.
“That’s terrible,” said Syme.
His mocking eyes moved from one face to the other.
His eyes seemed to say, "I see through you, I know why you don’t go to the hanging
"For an intellectual, Sai Mai’s ideas were orthodox to the point of being vicious.
The goal is to generate political motive force via frustration. That can come from insecurity (that minority is living a better life than me!) or frustration (sexual repression, lack of an outlet).
As long as someone is able to derive political benefit from repressing the public, it’ll be an active threat that must be defended against.
Huh. I have never intentionally seen an actual photograph of haggis but I always thought it was slightly more… Sausage-y.
Not only can they walk, apparently they have metal dongs
The configuration must grow.
Is it normal to want some way to pressurize extremities e.g. forearms/hands and lower legs/feet?
The universe. What a concept.
Must be nice to live in some kind of heaven where cops don’t mag dump in the presence of a loud noise
Edit: sorry I jumped to conclusions inappropriately
Mortal Engines x Far: Lone Sails x Raft
Hey! This guy’s a phony!!
It’s just a powder if it’s dry then, innit
Furries are literally the backbone of our entire society
The writing and world building in this game is so good!
(The game is Tactical Breach Wizards, if anyone is curious. The beardy guy is a Navy Seal Seer who can see one second into the future and carries an assault wand. One of your nemeses is Steve, a Traffic Warlock.)
Who is doing this?? Granted I am not on Twitter or bsky, but is this really a thing?