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Remember isnt the word for it but they will probably have some vague allusion to the depravity and unbridled hubirus of the flesh times.
THE LARGEST MOST COMMONLY WATCHED BEST FUNDED MEDIA OUTLET ISNT MAINSTREAM MEDIA!!1!
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No I would be killed by a subordinate who wouldn’t be.
Lol remember when a tanky employed the pied Piper strategy to get Donald Trump nominated?
There’s a concerted effort by a group of trolls/facists to scrape the web then doxx the commenters and have meemaw and pop pop call customer service crying.
Or to directly contact C suite in cases where that’s possible.
Why would I want to impose painless death?
Woodchippers are ubiquitous. Just spray these facists into a field.
In 2011, Chevron filed a civil RICO (Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations Act) suit against Donziger in New York City, accusing him of bribing an Ecuadorean judge, ghostwriting the damages judgment against it, and “fixing” scientific studies.[34][22][26] Chevron’s civil suit initially sought $60 billion in damages which would have required a trial by jury. Chevron removed the request for damages two weeks prior to trial, allowing the case to be tried by judge alone. Chevron stated that it wanted to focus “the RICO case on obtaining injunctive relief against the furtherance of Donziger’s extortionate scheme against the company”. US District Judge Lewis A. Kaplan was assigned as the judge.[22]
We live in a cyberpunk world already.
Doesn’t seem to contradict the post.
How do you square the very concept of murder with your statement?
I dearly regret Charlies tragic passing.
When I initially heard the news I was hoping he was in for a half a century of quadriplegia with destroyed vocal cords.
Human history is nothing but a series of people figuring out how to get along with eachother.
I loled.
Looks deeply into the eyes of 226 years of immunology.
“Friends, yes. Just… friends.”
MyOtherHandleIsOnLinux
PotEoZ was published in1903 (yes as propaganda.)
Anyone who is still falling for it is beyond help.
“Not bad.” He burped, burped again. “Fizzy, though?”
“Because it’s fast acting. It was ditch water an hour ago. We sieved it, brought it up to room temp, dumped in the culture. It’s live, too—add some precursor, it’ll come back. Survives in your urine. Just save some, you want to make more.”
“Communist beer?” Hubert, Etc said. The best bon mot he could scrounge.
He was better when he had time to think.
“Nazdarovya.” She clicked her cup against his and drained it, loosing a bone rattling belch when she finished. She gave her chest a thump and scared out smaller burps, refilled the glass.
“If it comes out in pee,” Hubert, Etc said, “what happens if someone adds the precursor to the sewers? Will it turn to beer?”
She gave him a look of adolescent scorn. “That would be stupid. Once it’s diluted it can’t metabolize precursor. Flush and it’s just pee. The critters die in an hour or two, so a latrine won’t turn into a reservoir of long lived existential threats to the water supply. It’s just beer.” Burp. “Fizzy beer.”
Hubert, Etc sipped. It was really good. Didn’t taste like piss at all. “All beer is rented, right?” he said.
“Most beer is rented. This is free. You know: ‘free as in free beer.’” She drank half the cup, spilling into her beard. It beaded on the crinkly refugee stuff. “You don’t come to a lot of Communist parties.”
Excerpt from “Walkaway” - Cory Doctorow
There’s an electronic drum and bass song called “Ford Fiesta” don’t remember the artist.
It’s a bit of a loaded search term