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I used to be a 9/11 Truther 😭 Turned out that I, too, was mentally unwell and socially isolated even worse than that hairy fella on the island with a face painted on a football. It's crazy (if I can use that word in this context) how your brain can look at something and be 100% convinced of it, and the exact same information can look ludicrously and obviously bullshit a year later when your psychological well-being is in a better place.

Advice: don't bother debating conspiracists on their 'evidence', but when they hopefully emerge from their pit of psychosis, welcome them back with open arms. And, perhaps most importantly, ensure they know that that non-judgemental welcome is there for them whenever they want it. The less social friction/cringe/embarrassment they feel is awaiting them, the easier and quicker they can transition into some sort of normality again. Debating the details of whatever conspiracist horseshit it happens to be is like trying to cure schizophrenia by proving the person's hallucinated demons wrong with FACTS and LOGIC. You'll just make it worse.

Is there like a petition or something we can all sign to show that literally no cunt wants this?

Heady times for the patient necrophile.

The sommeliers of the technology world. The perfect storm of electric hypochondria and placebo-gooning.

As with most things, there's a kernel of truth in amongst the dross. You will have a nicer time with a set of £70 headphones than with a £3.99 set. You will have a nicer time with a FLAC file than a 64kbps MP3 of the same song. But there's a very low ceiling of improvement that both physics and physiology will prevent you from surpassing. Maybe in the future with brain implants and shit like that we can start ramping up the fidelity of our listening abilities, but until then, you're just trickling an ocean through a literal bottleneck and insisting you're drowning in it.

Just listen to the damn music.

We need a fibre pill. A little capsule that contains an extremely-compressed/folded length of fibre. Once the capsule melts in your gut juices, the fibre inside springs to full size like a cumming cattail, providing 6-8 weeks' worth of fibre. Then we'd never again have to miserably work through a brick of carpenter's floor sweepings, or whatever the fuck muesli is, just to have a half-normal fuckin' turd. Fuck-ass fuckin' ass.

This post is how I found out. That's heartbreaking. The frailty of the human form is a cosmic crime.

AI, along with crypto, is getting to the point where even oil executives are like "dudes, the planet..."

Food is so weird. Bread becomes toxic waste after 8 minutes of being opened, but there's probably some cheese species that gets fermented up the asshole of a mountain llama for 6 months, being stuffed back in after every bowel movement, and is still edible (if you're into that sort of thing) after 400 years of being left in a dank cave amongst the frothing remains of a rotting gerbil cemetery.

* Unless the CCP says otherwise.

This is the most closeted person I've ever seen, and I once held the world record for longest hide 'n' seek session in an IKEA warehouse.

Has anyone ever seen Liz Holmes and Mark Zuckerburg in the same room together? 🤔

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