Chapotraphouse

pictured: me on the right after a week of working out, ready to row The People's Galley according to my ability

I haven’t received any support for 7 days, me and my family. Please, friends, help us 😥

In this essay I will prove that Saturn was actually a good father who wanted the best for his family and that his remaining children have NO right to avoid replying to his texts.

My family and I have not received any donations for more than 7 days. We are still in urgent need of your support. Every single donation, no matter how small, can help save us and keep us alive. Please don’t forget us — your support means survival, warmth, and hope. https://gofund.me/00439328

cross-posted from: https://hexbear.net/post/7023275

Around the fire, we try to keep warm in the harsh cold. Our family actually does not have our own tent; we live with another family in their tent and only sleep there, while the rest of the day we spend outside.

Every moment in the cold and rain reflects the hardship we are going through, and we hope to find a small shelter for our family.

Any help or donation would be a true treasure for us, enabling us to buy a tent to protect us from the cold and rain. From the heart, thank you to everyone who extends a helping hand🙏🏽🙏🏽💔

https://www.gofundme.com/f/surviving-an-onslaught/cl/s?utm_campaign=fp_sharesheet&utm_medium=customer&utm_source=copy_link&lang=en_GB

The internet has become 3 massive multi-user blogs, each largely consisting of screenshots taken of the other two. This kind of blows, and not just for the usual reasons that may spring to mind.

Images are a terrible medium for online communication! Not everyone online uses a monitor. Any messages contained in a picture is straight up unacceptable without alt-text. It also makes it harder to find and fact check sources, or to spread a thought or idea further than yet another image upload. Copy/pasting text is just plain easier than downloading and uploading.

If you're going through the trouble of creating an image post, take an extra minuite to copy/past (or even transcribe) the source text into the alt-text submission. It's not much, but it goes a ways to improving how we use this blasted network!

That's the rules.

Good Friday, 2033

It was Friday, March 29th 2033, Good Friday, and the nation's picnic parks and beaches and shopping malls were jammed with sweaty vibrant Americans all celebrating the 2000th anniversary of Christ's death on the cross.

There were balloons and hot dogs and cotton candy and carnival rides and warm, sweet apple cider.

Parents enjoyed the spring weather with tiny toddlers swinging from their shoulders and everyone wore loose and colorful clothing.

In Washington DC the president, an enormous lumbering man ravaged by various degenerative skin diseases, paced circles into the maroon carpet of the oval office.

Vice president Friend the Robot sat nearby, silent, watching, tapping his metal fingers on the presidential coffee table.

Earlier, the president had spent most of the morning in the men's room passing sperm and snorting a fine white powder which he thought was drugs but which later turned out to be ground up human skull.

Now, the tension in the forehead was forcing tiny beads of sweat out of his pale white scalp and down the back his neck.

His hands wobbled in his pockets.

At precisely 5 o'clock the sound of tolling bells spilled across the White House lawn and in through the open window.

The president spun sharply on his heels and Friend tilted his head slightly and began to rise from his seat.

Outside they could hear the sound of a seething, expectant, happy nation.

The president shot a glance towards Friend's sidearm, holstered to his hip and, for a brief moment felt he was going to vomit and crash into the floor.

The curtains drew in a tiny breeze from the west and Friend ushered him towards the balcony.

He walked out slowly and deliberately, head hung low and over towards the parapet.

A special podium had been installed here just for this occasion and weakly now he climbed its two wooden stairs, stopping for a moment to deliver some husky phlegm into a presidential hanky he carried at all times.

Then, he stood a second, eyes closed, running several thick, fat fingers through his tight and dirty hair.

When he opened his eyes again he surveyed the endless sea of fresh young faces in front of him spilling out over the lawn and down either way on Pennsylvania avenue.

He glanced over at the vice president, now with metal fingers hovering over the side holster, ready to draw at a split second's indecision.

The president grasped the microphone in front of him like an asp.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he wheezed, turning now for the first time to face an enormous fleshy rendering of Jesus directly above and behind him, dripping as it was with the blood and ooze of 2000 years of nail wounds.

"You filthy dogshit liar. You filthy fucking dogshit liar!"

And the applause rolled in like cloudbursts.

And after all was said and done, after everyone had left the public areas to return home and eat pie, Friend placed a knowing electronic hand on the president's shoulder and the two of them returned indoors to make love.

The End

So many people are saying my ASMR is the BEST. Incredible whispers. Tremendous tapping. Sleep experts can’t believe it. We tried microphones from China - terrible - so we use the BEST American microphones. Very soothing, very powerful.

The year is now 2025 A.C.

Serbia's neoliberal comprador government sold out to the Germans and Western Europeans. 90% of Serbian industry is owned by German corporations. Fuck.

Apparently this is happening to a lot of people who just interact with a certain game and then get ownership, and the ability to claim and copyright strike other videos for showing that game.

But it's fine, because the line must go up.

cross-posted from: https://lemmy.ml/post/40318843

How much is that worth now?

Source: Explanation of Vote on the Resolution Titled “Safety and Security of Humanitarian Personnel and Protection of United Nations Personnel - United States Mission to the United Nations

Someone please put this Satanic empire out of its misery.

Pay us thousands of dollars for the shittiest tickets, also, please give us all your social media and fking dna for immigration too, also we might just fucking deport you because you're too brown lol lmao

cross-posted from: https://hexbear.net/post/7023275

Around the fire, we try to keep warm in the harsh cold. Our family actually does not have our own tent; we live with another family in their tent and only sleep there, while the rest of the day we spend outside.

Every moment in the cold and rain reflects the hardship we are going through, and we hope to find a small shelter for our family.

Any help or donation would be a true treasure for us, enabling us to buy a tent to protect us from the cold and rain. From the heart, thank you to everyone who extends a helping hand🙏🏽🙏🏽💔

https://www.gofundme.com/f/surviving-an-onslaught/cl/s?utm_campaign=fp_sharesheet&utm_medium=customer&utm_source=copy_link&lang=en_GB

The black-footed cat (Felis nigripes), also called the small-spotted cat, is the smallest wild cat in Africa, having a head-and-body length of 35–52 cm (14–20 in). Despite its name, only the soles of its feet are black or dark brown. With its bold small spots and stripes on the tawny fur, it is well camouflaged, especially on moonlit nights. It bears black streaks running from the corners of the eyes along the cheeks, and its banded tail has a black tip.

The first black-footed cat known to science was discovered in the northern Karoo of South Africa and described in 1824. It is endemic to the arid steppes and grassland savannas of Southern Africa. It was recorded in southern Botswana, but only a few authentic records exist in Namibia, in southern Angola and in southern Zimbabwe. Due to its restricted distribution, it has been listed as a vulnerable species on the IUCN Red List since 2002. The population is suspected to be declining due to poaching of prey species for human consumption as bushmeat, persecution, traffic accidents, and predation by herding dogs.

The black-footed cat has been studied using radio telemetry since 1993. This research allowed direct observation of its behaviour in its natural habitat. It usually rests in burrows during the day and hunts at night. It moves between 5 and 16 km (3 and 10 mi) on average in search of small rodents and birds. It feeds on 40 different vertebrates and kills up to 14 small animals per night. It can catch birds in flight, jumping up to 1.4 m (5 ft) high, and also attacks mammals and birds much heavier than itself. A female usually gives birth to two kittens during the Southern Hemisphere summer between October and March. They are weaned at the age of two months and become independent after four months of age at the latest.

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