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- Traegorn
"Don't waste any time mourning. Organize!"
-Joe Hill
My brother texted the family group chat this quote before he went to work today. I'm not in a good place this morning, but we can't lose ourselves to despair. I know I have a lot of anger right now, but getting into whose fault that is won't help anyone.
Dwelling on the people I will never forgive won't help anyone.
I'm not that optimistic, but hope is a choice we can still make. It's a hard one to make this morning, but I'm still going to do my best. We are where we are, and focusing on yesterday won't change that. We can only move forward, and save as many as we can along the way.
There will be a tomorrow because we're going to make sure there's a tomorrow.
Give a dipshiat an inch…
You know, there was a time, maybe 7-10 years ago and before, that I would have dismissed the events in this comic as unlikely. I don’t now.
The funny thing is that the most absurd stuff you couldn’t possibly make up, are in fact the very things that often happen.
Ugh, I come across ‘Dave Peviani’ (and I know who he’s based on) fans in a fandom I’m part of. Some of them are so sure he’s innocent that it’s pathetic, and they go rabidly attack anyone that doesn’t agree with them.
yea anyone who’s even a little into anime or a fan of… “Male Avian Dentistry” know who dave is based on ….he’s a tw@
I have yet to come upon something here that is ‘unrealitistic’ in any light no matter what it is.
But that’s also probably because I’ve experienced some of this shit.
I’ve experienced a lot of it myself, yes. But the level of, “I’m a complete dickhead moron, and Ima gonna get up and yell about it at a public event like this.” that happens now – not so much. Living proof I’m old I guess. Was a time when this kinda shiat would have had the crowd closing in on you with, “Ok you can STFU and leave, or you can get your ass kicked by 12 pixies, 4 Master Chiefs, 2 centaurs, and some dude cosplaying a Khornate Chaos Marine a little too well. Twice.”
MFers used to stay under their rocks where they belonged.