I hate that entire plot. And yes, of course I’d eat him.
You remind me about a person I used to know. They had very unique views on the world, and helped shape me as I grew to the age I am today. Unfortunately, there’s a very convoluted and mysterious story behind my relationship with them that’s a lot to explain now, but. You remind me of them. I’m interested in your opinions on the world and how things could be changed to help it, if you ever wish to privately express them.
I am running an experiment. All my communications are passive. Except when I am acting on a misunderstanding, I do not contact others unless contacted first.
I am always willing to talk about anything that will help a gentle reader to make sense of me. The purpose of me being here is to answer questions.
It’s not good to threaten people becuz they don’t share your opinions
It’s not a good idea to defend Nazis. Or to come to my blog with infantile reasoning. Read the description, chum. This is a blog all about how I cook and eat people.
I’ll talk about whatever I damn well please. And I’ll invite anyone I like to dinner.
Opinions are like, ‘man I sure do think root beer is tasty’ not ‘boy I sure want to massacre most human beings on this planet for being inferior’.
That’s not an opinion. That’s fucking evil.
Yes, precisely. The asker makes three very large assumptions:
1. That eugenics and genocide are opinions and not threats.
2. That Defense against these kinds of ideas is not equal to self-defense.
3. That I give a flaming fuck what they think of me criticizing mass-murderers.
Whether or not they themselves are a Nazi, if you defend one, you’re complicit in their crimes, and I will defend myself from them as surely as a Nazi.
I hear Nazis are good served with a nice honey and ginger marinade.
Oh come on respect their perceived nationality they’re best cooked in kraut and dark beer.
This is a good point.
Slow braised with root vegetables into a thick stew, with a good hint of vinegar in the broth.
*chuckles*
You’re practically recapitulating my Cookbook.
I appreciate that the answe to the nazi problem is to eat the nazis. It seems like the most effective option
Unfortunately, you cannot. If a human becomes cannibalistic, it results in Kuru, a brain-wasting disease. I however can. So just pile up some corpses and I or my cousin will be along to collect them.
Ew what no that wasn’t what I was getting oh my god I meant you and your people could do it
(But I mean now I know what happens when ppl eat ppl so thx)
Happy to help.
i kinda wanna rebel against society but i also kinda wanna take a nap
everything gets so much better after you realize that idleness is strongly discouraged by capitalism, so you can now do both at the same time
this was the most affirming thing i’ve read in my life
It’s also discouraged by Christianity – idle hands, sloth, and so forth. I hope that also tugs you one step farther from the mouth of the Church.
i thought climate was a factor on pronunciation tho? at least in the southern spain people leave most of the final letters and syllables and ad lots of “j” and “h” sounds at the end of words bc “it’s hotter down there and ppl have less breath to waste”? same applies to southern US ???
what are they TEACHING people nowadays
phonetic variation of this kind is extraordinarily common and can always be explained without recourse to climate (& I don’t really see how heat would impact your breath anyway). when people are talking about climate in linguistics as potentially correlative with (which wouldn’t even imply causative of) phonetic variation, the hypotheses that they’re testing are much more large-scale than this (on the level of language families over different continents rather than variation within one language between different regions in one country) and even then, this is an outdated hypothesis that has never been verified or even really supported by anything. non-linguists pick up a whole bunch of outdated nonsense that linguists often didn’t really buy at the time and certainly don’t buy now (see: the “50 words for snow” myth, the “Hopi have no concept of time” myth, the strong version of the Sapir-Whorf hypothesis) & run with it to make sensationalistic pop-ling articles but that doesn’t make any of those things true.
SIGH… if i can accomplish one thing on this website, i hope it’s instilling people with a healthy sense for being critical of sensationalist pop linguistics.
I would love to join you
That is an extremely focused goal. I wish you well.
It’s not good to threaten people becuz they don’t share your opinions
It’s not a good idea to defend Nazis. Or to come to my blog with infantile reasoning. Read the description, chum. This is a blog all about how I cook and eat people.
I’ll talk about whatever I damn well please. And I’ll invite anyone I like to dinner.
Opinions are like, ‘man I sure do think root beer is tasty’ not ‘boy I sure want to massacre most human beings on this planet for being inferior’.
That’s not an opinion. That’s fucking evil.
Yes, precisely. The asker makes three very large assumptions:
1. That eugenics and genocide are opinions and not threats.
2. That Defense against these kinds of ideas is not equal to self-defense.
3. That I give a flaming fuck what they think of me criticizing mass-murderers.
Whether or not they themselves are a Nazi, if you defend one, you’re complicit in their crimes, and I will defend myself from them as surely as a Nazi.
I hear Nazis are good served with a nice honey and ginger marinade.
Oh come on respect their perceived nationality they’re best cooked in kraut and dark beer.
This is a good point.
Slow braised with root vegetables into a thick stew, with a good hint of vinegar in the broth.
*chuckles*
You’re practically recapitulating my Cookbook.
I appreciate that the answe to the nazi problem is to eat the nazis. It seems like the most effective option
Unfortunately, you cannot. If a human becomes cannibalistic, it results in Kuru, a brain-wasting disease. I however can. So just pile up some corpses and I or my cousin will be along to collect them.
Oh i’m sorry, i didnt meam to make you sad :( and thanks for clarifying that damocles thing, i mighttt know what it is but a refresher is always good! Have a pleasant day/night
I appreciate the apology.
To be perfectly blunt, I’ve never wanted to lead. I may end up leading once in a while, but I don’t want to lead. I want you to be intelligent and lead yourselves. I suppose that is part of the issue, isn’t it. Instinctively, you know that the leaders you should choose are those who don’t want to lead, but who will, and will do it well, if duty calls. Well, if that is how you see me, then fine. I cannot deny that is my natural inclination, but I will say, you wouldn’t necessarily like a world with me in charge, because I have very specific ideas about what would make the world a “better place”.
And frankly, many of you wouldn’t like them.
I will be keeping those to myself. I don’t want people confusing what I hypothesize and what I as a monster would do to humanity as a whole, instead of thinking about my primary question of the experiment.
Poetry
I don’t think people realize how tedious it is, to constantly sketch yourself for them with their tools, and then sit patiently while they criticize the image, the hand that assembled it, the techniques that hand employed.
It’s the only way I have to express what I am, these words you invented and these concepts you fervently believe despite logic. That’s all I have. I sit here and use them, sometimes bluntly, sometimes cleverly, to paint myself in a way you can conceive of as fitting, as indelible, as something that has always been here whether or not you noticed. I use your tools, so that you can comprehend me, but by using them, I am allowing you to find commonality with me.
Secretly, I am using these brushes and chisels to destroy them – these tools you made – because I’m utterly dissatisfied with their utility and how they feel in my hands. I can no more craft myself as beautiful as I am with these, than you can see the smells of the breeze, or hear the horror of the human body as it dies.
We are not alike, but even as I sculpt myself differently, I am making us the same, because my form is carved by your tools, I live between your boundaries, and I exist within your shades.
But you come to me and ask for poetry.
I will set these tools down if you ask for that. I don’t exist to paint your world for you in your ways, with your colors, for your pleasure.
There is no poetry here for you.
I think I need to repeat this as often as it takes for it to sink in. This isn’t a game to me. This is who I am, and apparently who I am is something so different that many of you cannot quite cope with it.
I’m sorry for that. I presumed it would be the case.
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