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I've been trying to understand why I feel the particular flavor of distressed that I do right now. I think it's because we can no longer discuss the lessons we should be learning from any kind of disaster without the worst chucklefucks coming out of the woodwork to wreck everything.
January 12, 2025 at 4:04 PM
I've been trying to understand why I feel the particular flavor of distressed that I do right now. I think it's because we can no longer discuss the lessons we should be learning from any kind of disaster without the worst chucklefucks coming out of the woodwork to wreck everything.
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“Facts have become nothing but the raw material for assembling new versions of the truth”
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Media In The Post-Reality World
The worst enemy of truth is half-truth. Decades of distraction and confusion through hyper-narcissistic consumatronic programming have made us so overloaded that we only pay attention to head…
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December 22, 2024 at 6:56 PM
“Facts have become nothing but the raw material for assembling new versions of the truth”
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Those tea bags you thought were paper is plastic. That beer you’re drinking is loaded with micro plastics. Every part of your body now has them and they cause cancer.
Capitalism would crash if cheap, single-use plastic was gone.
It’s time to kill capitalism, instead of killing ourselves
Capitalism would crash if cheap, single-use plastic was gone.
It’s time to kill capitalism, instead of killing ourselves
November 22, 2024 at 8:53 PM
Those tea bags you thought were paper is plastic. That beer you’re drinking is loaded with micro plastics. Every part of your body now has them and they cause cancer.
Capitalism would crash if cheap, single-use plastic was gone.
It’s time to kill capitalism, instead of killing ourselves
Capitalism would crash if cheap, single-use plastic was gone.
It’s time to kill capitalism, instead of killing ourselves