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Cake day: July 22nd, 2023

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  • You think a shelter is going to take a mad dog when the police refuse to intervene?! Shelters are automatic, “kill all pits” crematoriums. Man the fuck up and handle it yourself if the authorities refuse.

    Had to shoot a wild pig tearing up my yard and terrorizing my pet pig. Called the Humane Society, local pig shelter, cops (twice), animal control (twice), “We don’t handle feral pigs.” Cops: “It’s up to the home owner to handle the situation as he sees fit.” Fuck me. Had to shotgun and bury her and I fucking hated doing so. Still tears me up at times. What else was I to do?

    LOL, libs can be Karens all day. “Gosh! Call the authorities! I pay my taxes so someone else will handle the ugly parts of life!” Well Karen, sometimes you have to grow a pair and deal with life and death. And most often, it sucks doing so.












  • “Fifty thousand years ago there were these three guys spread out across the plain and they each heard something rustling in the grass. The first one thought it was a tiger, and he ran like hell, and it was a tiger but the guy got away. The second one thought the rustling was a tiger and he ran like hell, but it was only the wind and his friends all laughed at him for being such a chickenshit. But the third guy thought it was only the wind, so he shrugged it off and the tiger had him for dinner. And the same thing happened a million times across ten thousand generations - and after a while everyone was seeing tigers in the grass even when there weren`t any tigers, because even chickenshits have more kids than corpses do. And from those humble beginnings we learn to see faces in the clouds and portents in the stars, to see agency in randomness, because natural selection favours the paranoid. Even here in the 21st century we can make people more honest just by scribbling a pair of eyes on the wall with a Sharpie. Even now we are wired to believe that unseen things are watching us.”

    ― Peter Watts, Echopraxia