everybody wants to be able to get pussy from a crazy woman without having the woman be crazy. this is folly. true dykes understand. when you're BOTH crazy women it gets tricky because of the aforementioned crazy, so you have to acknowledge and internalize crazy-reciprocity that sometimes the other will be the way that she is, and if you can't do that it's fine and even situationally fair, but also you can't credibly claim to be surprised because you knew she was crazy, and that is why you wanted her, because so are you. this is dykealectics
girl talking about her husband: he's such a great man...
me, principled marxist: *shaking my head* it was the broader economic conditions that made you cum last night
Saw someone lie to a beautiful woman and a sickly ulcerated tree immediately sprouted from the liar's chest and produced a single perfect peach
In late January 2025, 10 days after Donald Trump was sworn in for a second time as president of the United States, an economic conference in Brussels brought together several officials from the recently deposed Biden administration for a discussion about the global economy. “We did not go gently into that good night,” Katherine Tai, who served as Biden’s US trade representative, said from the stage. [...] Adam Tooze didn’t waste much time before stating flatly that the Biden team had “failed in its absolutely central mission, which was to prevent a second Trump administration”. Not only that, he argued, but the dismantling of the liberal world order – something discussed with much rueful lamentation at the conference – had been hastened, not hindered, by the Biden veterans on stage. As he’d written a few months earlier, Tooze saw Biden no less than Trump aiming “to ensure by any means necessary” – including strong-arming allies – “that China is held back and the US preserves its decisive edge”. “I feel the need to say something,” Tai said, when Tooze was finished. She recalled a parable Martin Sheen had delivered in front of the White House during the 25th anniversary celebration of The West Wing, the haute-liberal political fantasia that remains a touchstone for professional Democrats. Sheen’s story concerned a man who shows up at the gates of heaven and earns an admonishment from St Peter for his lack of scars. “Was there nothing worth fighting for?” St Peter asked the man. Tai turned the question on Tooze: “Where are your scars, Adam? I can show you mine.” Recalling this exchange several months later, Tooze was still flabbergasted. “I’d be silly if I didn’t admit that it was a bruising encounter,” he told me recently, in one of three long conversations we had over the past year. Nevertheless, he said, “it confirmed my underlying theory about what was going on. These were a group of entirely self-satisfied American liberal elites who were enacting a morality tale in which Sheen and The West Wing and that whole highly sentimental vision of power and politics is a central device. She says this, I think, meaning to sound tough, like, ‘I’m the warrior. Who are you? You’re just some desktop guy.’ Which just shows how little she understands what I’m saying, which is: ‘You people are a bunch of sentimental schmucks who don’t understand that you lost. If you had any self-respect, you would not be on any podium again, ever, sounding off about anything. Because comrades, if we were in the 30s, I would have taken you out and shot you. You fail like this, you don’t get to come back and show off your wounds.’”
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Im seriously repulsed by every thing that exists And i want it all to freeze over! Heat death now! *Lunges for the revolver on your hip, you quickly draw and blow my head off*
elevator pitch for my book is: many would prefer the superficial certainty and security of authoritarianism to the hypothetical uncertainty of civil war/“a revolutionary scenario.” ("not every man would rather be dead than in chains.") I think that’s a poorly conceived belief, but it’s a tough belief to crack because it’s the foundational structural assumption of modern politics. so we better figure something out
EDIT: On the advice of my legal department, I would like to formally apologize to the elderly woman I called a "beta". I was not aware that she was the goddess Athena in disguise.
Okay don't laugh.
Im something called a stink turkey okay
(snuggling after having sex) she's probably only Pretending to like me
(at my own wedding, foot hovering over the wine glass) she's probably only Pretending to want to spend the rest of her life with me
(driving thirty miles out of town with a body in the trunk and two shovels in the back seat) she's probably only my accomplice because she Pities me




