No. Go big or go home.

Please don’t tell Robespierre

make your own point

copying your thoughts

Brother. This is Orwell’s biography. It’s not a “point”. It’s how he lived his life.

I’ve seen your posting history. Being this horny is political.

Damn. Beginning to think race might be some kind of socio-economic construct used to mystify material conditions of the proletariat.

CCP incel

Can’t count the number of times I’ve seen “You’re a secret agent of an enemy government!” in a shit flinging fight between two assholes on Reddit Lemmy.

Read it again. Think harder.

He hated his time with the police force, hated the British empire, and called imperialism “an evil thing.”

Incredibly, the man once accused of communist tendencies and the creator of Big Brother, was by 1949 surreptitiously working for British intelligence. He drew up a list of names of crypto-communists for Britain’s Foreign Office Information Research Department, the spies who led the UK propaganda war.

Orwell’s contact was Celia Kirwan, a former flame who visited the author while he battled tuberculosis at a sanatorium in England. Orwell had proposed to her years earlier but they were simply friends at that point - friends in high places. During her visit, Celia and Orwell discussed the secretive projects the IRD was doing “in great confidence, and he was delighted to learn of them, and expressed his wholehearted and enthusiastic approval of our aims,” according to Britain’s National Archives and Foreign Office records.

Orwell listed the names of suspected communists who might betray Britain if they were hired to work as writers in the propaganda unit. In his now-famous letter dated April 6, 1949, Orwell writes: “I could also, if it is of value, give you a list of crypto-communists, fellow-travelers or inclined that way and should not be trusted as propagandists.”

Orwell wanted his list to be ‘strictly confidential’. It includes dozens of literary luminaries of the ‘40s including J. B. Priestley, the novelist and playwright, and Manchester Guardian industrial correspondent John Anderson, described by Orwell as: “Probably sympathizer only. Good reporter. Stupid.”

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Orwell collapsed with tuberculosis after writing the first draft of Nineteen Eighty-Four and typed the second version of his novel while recovering in bed. He collapsed again when he had finished and died on January 21, 1950. The CIA, US Army, and British spies began courting his young widow, his second wife Celia, almost immediately hoping to buy the firm rights to Animal Farm. The CIA closed the deal with a promise of cash and an introduction to Hollywood movie star Clarke Gable. The Brits settled for the rights to turn Animal Farm into a comic strip.

The scarf has higher requirements for precision and a more constant overhead than a one-off giant summon.

I mean, there’s a scarf.

And then there’s a scarf

You could make them go “oof” on the summon if you added a requirement that the lava properly flow along the ground and interact with all characters near the event.

I think the better question is “How many polygons do you want and what do you want them to do?”

Can’t not read that in his voice.

~ Unironic Steven Crowder

Wait, but if the second part is true then… omg, I’m gay.

Oh no. Are you telling me that only Sony products will have this feature? Damn, sucks. Now what will I do?

If it is publicly-traded, it will be enshittified.

Well, thank goodness Elon Musk took Twitter private, amirite?

It always just strikes me as immaturity. People with a physiological demand for sex reaching for what they can’t have in polite society, then letting out their rage and humiliation on people lower than them on the pole, because they never learned how to process their emotions.

In my experience, having grown up in an upper-middle class neighborhood with a mixed bag of people who all went different directions…

It’s not the lack of a conscience that makes you rich. It’s the wealth that degrades your morality.

“I’m going to be an asshole in order to get rich” has not - in my experience - produced my success. I know plenty of shitheads who squandered their family fortunes and ended up doing shit work for shit pay. On the flip side, a few friends and acquaintances who did go on to be successful turned increasingly toxic and miserable as their stars climbed.

I’m a Virgo

It’s a superhero TV show from the perspective of a kid growing up in the hood who is just a really big guy.

I started watching a lot of home-improvement type videos on YouTube, and suddenly since then all the ads now assume my dick is horribly bent and doesn’t work, and that I uncontrollably shit and piss myself.

I will trade all the dumb chuds in the world for another November Kelly podcast. If this is the price we have to pay, I will simply live with the knowledge that these dipshits exist and settle in for another six hours of WTYP.