I'd fight the shit out of you but I am afraid you are just too well hydrated and I stand no chance.

Growing up weird and poor in a very conservative and arrogant part of the prairies, I was bullied relentlessly. The teachers never did anything unless it was me fighting back, to which it was suspension and I was a bad kid.

As high school came along, I grew more and more violent to the point I wasn't a loser or a tough guy, but a snap case. The other kids thought I was edgy, the parents thought I was bound for prison, and the teachers probably had a beer when I dropped out.

My mom didn't know what to do. And this was in a time where if your kid was in therapy, it's was your failure as a parent. Combined with my disgust at the idea that I was what was broken, it was off the table. It wasn't until I was in my twenties that I went for psychological help.

By then, I was so suicidal and gone that I wouldn't be near ok until my late thirties. In my mid forties now, I look back and see myself as the potential shooter. I'm holding back my emotions right now, thinking of it. Fortunately, there were no guns at my disposal back, back then is how I feel looking back. I don't know if I'd be able to hurt anyone like that, but I'd fuck myself up.

I lay a lot of blame on a system that allowed it to happen. In a community where open racism and homophobic views were the norm at the time, teachers were as judgmental as the students in some situations. Now maybe if I were white, it'd be easier, but even the broke white kids didn't get any breaks. Especially from the teachers.

Look at me go, a meme has me fucked up thinking back and dumping online. But yeah, there it is.

I'd like to close by saying the town I grew up in is a far different place now. I've moved back and feel good here. I see teachers and bullies who don't make eye contact, will not recognize me at all (which is my favorite) and the occasional happy to see you moments. I don't communicate well in public these days, so it makes it ultra awkward, much like being in high school, talking to students you barely know.

Alright Ivanka. This... THIS is your time to fucking shine.

Step up, be brutally honest. Sell that fucker out. Make a few clever remarks about him being a person who's too stupid to zip tie themselves and apologize for ever being near him.

Save yourself. Go full scorched earth on his ass.

Pretty new to the lemmy thing. Learning the do not and safe zones of the federation.

Lemmygrad is a bit of a rabbit hole from the outside view. Like, holy shit. That place got wicked dark super fast.

I only have one.

What's it like to be the Centaur of attention?

Annnnnnd I've been invited to be flung out of a trebuchet.

As a dude, if a woman listens to Joe Rogan, it's a red flag.

No, Elon. It's because you're a piece of shit. Ya lost your fucking mind, are a total fucking drug addled cock puppet I'm sure and you likely treat your kids like absolute shit.

Let's start there.

Finally a relatable comic that offers a true look into the home of your standard antifa, or uppity lib.

Why just the other day I found a baptism certificate in my daughters backpack.

Well that was three abortions and the gender reassignment is booked for next year.

Seriously though, holy fuck. How does someone come up with that nonsense and actually believe that?

There is only one this Maga needs to understand.

Hunter is the presidential kid. There hasn't been any talk of pardons from his dad, government, or otherwise.

Trumps team has at large all asked for pardons. From charities fraud to pedophilisim.

You'd think just the two facts here would be enough to strike a chord. The president isn't pardoning his own kid. Trump is rallying to pardon those who willingly and with great effort actively attempt to destroy the idea of government in America.

Gonna take one fucking amazing d-brand wrap to make this shit look good.

"The complaint said Robertson came to the attention of federal agents in March after he posted a threat against Mr Bragg on Truth Social, the social network owned by Mr Trump. The company alerted the FBI's National Threat Operations Center.

FBI agents then visited the suspect, who told them that the post was a "dream" and ended the conversation by saying: "We're done here! Don't return without a warrant!""

Not only does Truth Social narc on him, but the "dreams" defense was a true sign of just how far gone that asshole was.

I always loved it when metal shows would come to the bars I worked at.

Not like, here's some disturbed MU-WHA-HA-HA or anything on the radio, but Black/Doom/War/Poli/Sludge/Thrash really subculture shit. As someone who played a lot of punk music in life, I always could appreciate metal like that. The scene, talent, devotion and in some cases being fucking out there nuts, was always rad. Played tons of cross over shows, too. Made great friends.

That years later, can still bring a tear to my eye every time I think of the "tiny thank you's"

Like the singer is guttural as fuck. Blood is coming off the finger tips of the guitar players as he's hitting the reverb tank for nightmare juice, the drummer is fucking sober and the perfect specimen of what the ideal metal killing machine would be and the bass player is still like, "yeah, i'm in a metal band making the bass go brrrrrr" and being all bass player.

Ten minute wall of metal pounds those in front like an assault. Every long hair looks like a hair dye commercial as their locks and beards are sonic-ally blown behind them as the final verses come to an almost shit educing growl at the end being forced from the most darkest evil parts of the bowl that makes women inexplicably become 6 months 6 days and 6 fucking hours pregnant. And the loser boyfriend who wasn't even there is still the daddy.

As you see the titans of rage and petulance gather themselves back to gather, the nineteen foot tall product of satanic science, his demon parents fucking and hard fucking drugs brings the mic to his mouth and says...... in a very well mannered, often kinda high pitched and nerdy toned voice waving and pointing at people smiling all big a dumb.... he squeeks....

^ Hey guys, thansk everyone for coming out. it's been great. Shout out to milos dad and uncle for making it out. Super cool guys. So uhhhhhh, agin, we're ILLITERATE GOAT PORNOGRAPHERS OF PLANET FUCKING DEATH and this song is called "We gotta nuke something. thanks again everyone! babe, grab me a beer ^ ONE TWO THREE FOUR and back into the face melting talents i will never in my life posses.

But going from apocalypse to accountant thanking the fam back to doom train always had me laughing endlessly. Even knowing it was coming, it will still make me giggle. What they do is professionalism and courteous.

Fucking Metal.

Youtube the death metal vocal trainer. the videos with the old woman and Devin Townsend caliber singers makes it all come together.

Now babble like a moron super power deactivate