Dave, Aspiring Peasant

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Seems about accurate -

I love this for him.

We grew and dried our own catnip this year and after getting the cat high they named their crop

"Meowie Wowie"

Meowie Wowie Catnip Farm™️

“If Kamala would have won, we’d be in the gulag right now” is a pathological flavor of ignorant cope, especially as Trump builds a police state with ai surveillance while secret police kidnap people and send them to concentration camps without the ability to even talk to a lawyer

In the Soviet Union, disagreeing with the tenets of Marxist-Leninism was considered proof of insanity and producing numbers that disagreed with Politburo claims could get you sent to the gulag. As a result, they had an economy built entirely on lies that occasionally starved people to death.

If genocide isn't your redline, then you have no redlines.

The Sydney Harbour Bridge was closed temporarily as tens of thousands of Australians made their voices heard against Israel's genocide in Gaza. #FreePalestine #3E

As US wildfires rage, firefighters clean toilets after Trump staff cuts, critics say The U.S. Forest Service faced criticism from current and former employees who say federal workforce reductions under the Trump administration have left fire teams understaffed, as the country grapples with decade-high U.S. wildfire numbers this year.

The crew leader on an Oregon blaze said her team went hungry for several days, ran short of medical supplies and had to scrounge for chainsaw fuel after support staff quit the agency during two rounds of "fork in the road" buyouts.

The Mothership Vortex: An Investigation Into the Firm at the Heart of the Democratic Spam Machine How a single consulting firm extracted $282 million from a network of spam PACs while delivering just $11 million to actual campaigns.

The annoying spam texts destroying the Democratic brand:

$678M raised through those spam tactics

$282M to one consulting firm: Mothership Strategies.

$11M to actual campaigns (1.6%)

The party isn’t just treating donors like marks—it’s being fleeced itself yet continues to back Mothership.

Women poasting their Ws

It's 3am somewhere.

it's a rough life you're living

sending thoughts and prayers

if i were a pro-trump financial type i might view the destruction of reliable government data with the kind of anger and apprehension that might lead me to reevaluate my politics, but then if i’m a financial guy throwing my weight behind strongman rule, i’m already too stupid to breathe

He's a wise man for it.

Makers poasting their Ws!

fish oil i think

This is why the whales will disappear.
We're starving them.

yeah but me solo actually

Doing my best to inject some sanity, reverence, imagination back into the world.

YouTube/podcast. Solo episodes and interviews based on the kinds of things I normally do a "Dudes Poasting Their Ws" post about.

It's coming along more slowly than I'd like, but it's coming along.

Fuck off

They laughed, but I don't think they took me seriously!
Can you believe that?
What nerve!

I talk to myself. A lot. Sometimes I make gestures like I'm in an actual conversation.

My kids think this is hilarious, so tonight when they caught me, I hit them with:

"I'm not just talking to myself - I'm a muttering poet fumbling about for music and magic in the mumbles."

bingo

that's lovely neighboring, putting water out for people

depends on where you live!

Just added the word "Thneedville" to my autocorrect dictionary.
It's how I know I'm really living.

Real wealth is the kind of love you can rest in.

It’s old books and quiet days, a favorite poem and a fresh breeze.

It’s meals with friends from the garden, and taking your glass of cider outside after dinner while you pick dessert.

It’s watching your children exceed you.

Real wealth is sound of a distant rooster across the valley.

It is holding the same woman’s hand in bed at night for decades.

It’s late-night family games of mahjong, or early-morning berry-picking expeditions.

It’s pure water and fresh greens in your salad.

Real wealth is a fresh fig, still warm from the sun.

It is the sound of your children fighting over something pointless, because they have no real problems.

It’s buying the same groceries whether they’re on sale or not, and it is the sound of owls and bats and frogs at night.