Pack it in guys this is the comment.

Hey now, the felons I work with are all cool dudes just trying to rebuild their lives.

The sons of car dealers are all working in the main office trying to fuck up our lives.

Believe me, we were squarely in the middle. There are a few decent schools, good lock finding them through the thousands of shitty ones

I’d been at it for about 10 years when they hired me, try again.

Fucking hell.

No they don’t.

These are things they try to sell you when you walk in the door. I’ve been a martial arts instructor. It was my first job. The only qualifications for martial arts instructor are a: kinda knows the dance moves good. End of list.

Some of these guys may embody what you’re talking about.

The vast majority are dude bros who think punching is fun, and their particular variety of punching is the best. They’re not mystic monks, gracefully handing down wisdom of the ancients. They’re wannabe tough guys who either bought the lie, or know full well and are willing to sell it to you. It’s no different than any sport, and they won’t actually teach you how to defend yourself. They’ll teach you dance moves and maybe a few of the people that learn them will be good at self defense too.

It’s a joke. It’s all a joke.

It’s a failure on a number of levels, failure to maintain a safe pool, AND failure to maintain a safe working environment.

And honestly the employee refusing to review security footage until the police showed up when a child was missing with the fuck?

I never made it that far. I made it half way through the first season.

Your data isn’t yours to keep. It’s already gone, for sale to the highest bidder for pennies, several times a day.

But it IS yours to spoil. Become unhinged.

SOMEHOW HE RETURNED

I held off on watching that movie for the longest time and knew only that meme about it. I thought it was a joke. It was so fucking stupid it felt right at home with zoomer humor.

Justice League wasn’t as bad. The first season of Discovery wasn’t as bad.

As a man who eats peanuts by the pound, I feel every part of this in my soul.

Anybody see Donald and Dies in the same sentence and before your able to process the whole thing get REAL excited for a fraction of a second before realizing what it actually said?

Like, Donald Sutherland was a legend and I’m sad he’s gone, but for just a moment, a tiny, tiny moment, I knew a kind of happiness I was before unfamiliar with

I will not be fair, the publication isn’t. Why should I?

Their objective is to misinform you so that you do draw that comparison. Even if it’s not conscious, especially if it isn’t conscious. They want to bombard you with a thousand little points, each one drawing a line between unhinged, violent, destructive protest and fossil fuel reform. You’re no more likely to go buy an F150 as a result, but you are more likely to try to distance yourself from fossil fuel reform movements, and that’s all they need you to do to be successful.

Fuck them. They need no sympathy, no advocate. They need to be held accountable.

The deception is the point.

They want you to sympathize with some old fucking rocks more than you want fossil fuel reform.

Do you mean “award them more fat defense contacts??” Cuz that’s what we’re gonna do!

We’ll just do what trains do.

Replace the battery with a massive diesel generator. Run that to get power to the electric motors.

Best of both worlds!

When the punishment is a fine, it’s only a crime for the poor.

The training is a mandatory 8 hour course, 4 of which are spent at the shooting range, an hour for lunch, 4 15 minute donut breaks, a 30 minute election class (optional) and two and a half hours of “networking.”

They’re insanely profitable.

Almost as if exploitation is necessary to succeed in today’s economy.

But the teenager working the frozen yogurt stand hasn’t washed their hands.

Uh… I only own two flannel shirts and didn’t even go see Brandi last time she was in town.