Chapotraphouse

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

So I don't think it's unreasonable to say the 2024 maga coalition comprised of Christian Nationalists, People upset over Sleepy Joe's Economy, New American white nationalism (featuring DEI), and Insane right wing conspiracy theorists who ranged from way a bit interested in Epstien to Qanon fanatic.

I watched a vid of Owens reacting to Erica Kirk out of curiosity and jesus its literally just her going after the Admin and mainstream GOP. Shes fairly popular and I think shes representative of how everyone who isn't a GenX or older Christian Nationalist has basically left MAGA.

I really think the pure fucking incompetence of Trump 2 is splitting the base. The economy sucksx, Kash Pattel FBI is making the conspiracy theorists insane with how incompetent it is, no Epstien files, and the deportations are pissing of the racists by not being evil enough.

The only thing holding MAGA together RN is Trump as a figure head to a lot of boomer republicans, and Christian Nationalism to said boomer republicans. The second Trump Dies MAGA falls apart. The rest of the base fucking hates everyone else in the Admin.

They also fucking hate Israel and are now extremely antisemetic (what everyone was saying was going to happen after the genocide started) The thing is, the Owens part of the right won't be let into power once Trump dies because they hate Israel, so MAGA will be Given Vance who they hate and without Trump they'll react incredibly negatively.

I think they think they can unite in a war against venezuela but it won't work. Owens or Fuentes will say the US is invading for Israel and the Jews and the base will hate the war.

I think MAGA has 100% lost control of the base and its gonna be crazy to see what happens when Trump dies. It will be a fascist regime in power which is despised by the left, liberals, and the fucking nazis.

Truly ahead of his time

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.

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.

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!

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

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

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

That's the rules.

Far too many houses too comfortable with ....

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.

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.

How much is that worth now?

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

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

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