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I snort-laughed.

We found a box turtle walking across the road in the suburbs one day with a group of children gathered around and decided to turn it into a lesson on why they needed to leave they turtle alone (or at least if they were moving him off the road, to move him in the direction he was going.)

They’re awesome looking turtles. I wouldn’t think if owning one or eating one. Not my idea of cuddly or… food.

I, too, wish to know where I can purchase a spaghetti bush.

You’ll definitely experience anxiety though.

Or maybe deep dread.

You call to mind MLK Jr’s talk of moderates. “I agree with the goals you seek, but I can’t agree with your methods of direct action.”

If you’re criticizing a movement based on whether or not you feel it will be effective, you’re ultimately only helping those who disagree.

I take exception to the argument that people shouldn’t do what they think is right, because odds are stacked against them.

ESL makes perfect sense!

I’ve adjusted how I read your comments with that knowledge.

“Be at peace” in English is considered an order, and isn’t usually said out of kindness (at least not in America). Here, it can be read as a threat. Which I now know you didn’t mean.

Have a lovely day, friend.

You should get a couple more just in case.

Water, mostly.

I have a ton I believe in.

I believe in being kind, I believe in helping others, I believe in the hardworking men and women in medicine. There’s so many things I believe in that it would take forever to list it all.

I also believe that telling other people sanctimonious things like “Be at peace with your natural choices. There will always be a cost” is not only off-putting and self-aggrandizing, but exactly the kind of crap the Bible tells you not to do.

I’ll leave you with some advice my favorite nun gave me when I was 12. No one left alive hasn’t heard the message of Jesus Christ. There’s no one left. So proselytizing the way the Bible commands you to do is almost impossible. Since you can reasonably assume most people who aren’t Christian have reason not to be, the best way to reach them isn’t by being a holier-than-thou preacher, it’s by living the light of the word and showing non-Christians what that means. “Live by example, what Christ has done for you.”

Because one of the other things I believe, is that genuine Christians, who follow their book, are some of the best people on Earth. But for every one of them, with a kind heart and forgiving words and judge-not-lest-ye-be-judged stamped on their lips, there’s about three hundred assholes saying vaguely judgemental shit on the internet and to one another behind closed doors. The “cost” of which only serves to help close those hearts and minds further to any positive message the Bible encourages you to spread.

This sort of thing is so… annoying.

An art exhibition of a fake person having a breakdown who has imposter syndrome that itself proves the depression isn’t art to me. It doesn’t make me consider the world, or my place in it. It doesn’t evoke nihilism or humility or philosophy. It’s just… annoying. Marketing depression. Dishonestly.

I say this as someone with treatment resistant chronic major depressive disease. As someone who was first hospitalized for suicide in middle school.

Compare this garbage with hyperbole and a half and their honesty and their struggles and their openness and it’s…

Burning a copy of a book you sold to someone when they dare to email you asking for it? Fuck that.

Oh, right. The obedience only matters if you have to make yourself do it. It doesn’t count if it’s natural and painless and costs you nothing. Can’t believe I forgot about that?

It’s 2024 goddammit!!!

Being that it’s cards against humanity, I expected them to email a disapproving message to your mother.

If an all-knowing creator didn’t want humans to eat fruit from a specific tree, he shouldn’t have grown that tree in the only garden he had humans in.

Also Black Wall Street got hate crimed off the face of the earth, so I’d say “white capitalism” is fair enough.

You can make toothpicks out of anything if you’re willing to find a hard bit in it that can be sharpened or whittled.

Holds up a chicken. Behold! A tree!

Bob Dole needs an electric car, but I would also accept the head of Bob Dole riding a little saucer with a cool cape (as befitting the first emperor of the moon.)

My cat has like ten games that all involve hiding somewhere in the house he knows I will walk past, and ambushing me and biting me. And then running away.

He is not understimulated. He requires a minimum of 30 minutes of uninterrupted fetch a day, and frequently gets hours of it. He’s just an asshole. A hilarious asshole.

I have yet to put a hat on him but if I did he would absolutely deserve it. It would probably be a sombrero with the word “dickhead” written on it.

Can you imagine if she had rejected him? She could’ve killed him!