There were plenty of free forum hosts back in the day. (edit: just did a search and there are still free forum hosts)

But then social media came out, and everyone got addicted to the gamified dopamine mechanics like upvotes and shit. So now everything has to have upvotes, or likes, or whatever other stupid bullshit shit that has absolutely ruined human interaction and discourse and is single handedly to blame for the extremity in modern discourse, because the need to drive clicks and upvotes leads to extreme polarization where no common sense, honest discussion can be held.

because you either 100% agree with me (upvote) or you are a baby killing bastard who disagrees with me (downvote), and there can be no middle ground! /s

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I am not gifted enough to be on a donkeys level.

Maybe, maybe Tardigrad with an OD of little blue pills.

Sun is almost directly over head, Intellectually, I know that.

But still, seeing these pictures hurts my brain down on the primal monkey/lizard level.

Its genuinely scary how close we’ve come to the brink on so many instances, though.

Like, there was concern that an atom bomb could set the entire atmosphere on fire by some of the scientists on the Manhattan Project.

Or the fact that we are not currently living out a nuclear holocaust survival fantasy due to the common sense of one soviet early warning radar operator.

the only thing more terrifying than how many times we’ve actually been on a legitimate brink, is how blase people are about dismissing it cause “bad things always happen, and then get better. no big whoop”

bro, it was not the openness, it was the gleeful aplomb.

Like, imagine a 7 year old telling a story about their first trip across country to a major theme park, where they got to spend a day with their favorite princess, and how, even 40 years later, thats a story they tell with great joy, and a big smile?

Only replace the trip and princess with what she said her dad did.

It was fucking unsettlingly creepy.

five minutes after meeting her, she went into a graphically detailed spiel about how her father sexually abused her as a child. and she was very upbeat, happy, and smiling as if it was a delightfully fond memory the entire time.

I dont know what the end of the story is because by the time she got about, what i hope, was a quarter of the tway through, I had already been so completely creeped and skeezed out that I had developed a cold sweat, and I just got up from the table, said nope, and walked away.

I was kinda fucked up for a short while afterwards.

This.

I am so sick of that goddamn song.

so what you’re saying is the library IS tracking everything she reads conspiracy music intensifies

Breaking out the alts now, huh?

If I answer that, then you’ll find all the other ones.

Seem to care an awful lot, since you are still here being a pissy asshole.

Just cant resist provoking hostility to feed that persecution complex, can you.

Yes yes.

Everyone is the enemy, even if they’ve no hate or hostility, and have provided nothing but calm and rational discourse… you won’t let that stop you from imagining what they said, so you can be upset about that instead.

Because you must justify being an obnoxious ass about everything, and to everyone, to try and artificially elevate respectful discourse into screaming and skreeeeee-ing, because its the only way you can sustain your perpetual victim complex to justify yourself. Its why you do abhorrent shit like equate basic internet safety that an alarming majority of people don’t know or realize in this day and age to rape. Because using rape in this way is a great way to provoke all sorts of responses that you can self-victimize yourself with, over and over again, to wallow in your euphoria of imagined persecution.

Yes. your comment set me off so much that I made a calm, rational response about the dangers of posting online and the lack of control you have over it.

God, someone stop me. Won’t someone think of the children?

“I don’t care what some rando has to say, now let me go back to posting on the site full of randos talking to eachother. BUT THEY BETTER NOT REPLY TO ME!”

If you don’t want people spreading your images, wanking to your images, making crude comment about your images, oogling your images, etc etc. And I don’t mean just nudes, I mean any picture you post…

Then don’t post them online.

because once they hit the internet, in any capacity, you’ve lost all control of them, forever. They will still be there to be discovered when you are lying in a nursing home at 104 years old, Your descendants so far removed that they dont even know your name will still be at risk of stumbling upon them. People on the other side of the planet might use it in advertising or virtual sex dolls without you ever knowing.

You might not like it, you might not want it, you might not consent to it, but its still going to happen.

And if you want it to not happen, don’t post things online. Because not posting is the only control you’ll ever be able to exert over them.

That my family cared about me and supported me.

The main argument is that the means dictates the ends, so if we want a non violent (and non opressing) society, punching people won’t help.

And this failed logic is exactly why we are where we at right now, on the brink of the Fourth Reich rising across the US and Europe.

Because tolerant people have forgotten the most important thing about a tolerant society.

That it must be rigorously and viciously defended from those who seek to exploit the social contract to elevate their attacks on it, and it requires far more than words and wind to achieve that… again, as evidence of where we are now as a society. Because their ultimate goal is to undo the society we love, and replace it with oppression, fear, and hatred.

I lost a tooth to one of these things.

To be fair, a bunch of teenagers were also involved, making it spin at about mach 87 before it smashed into my mouth.

the tape spooled up on the reel inside a VHS looks like a thi(c/k) dis(c/k)