Have I ever told you that the idea of creating super-diseases was the only motivation I really ever had for going to college?
The long list of controversies before the tournament’s start included mass evictions, violent protests, police brutality and construction worker deaths. But now that the party is over, the buzz about the games is mostly good, and the problems that the media once covered with such concern are slowly being swept under the rug.
My friend saw Queens of the Stone Age last night and I was originally planning to go, but I went to Work Drugs last week instead because tickets weren’t $50 a piece, but I still wish I could have gone and I’m going to be kicking myself in the ass for it until they’re touring again.
Being a broke ass peon living 4 hours away from the nearest major city has it’s downsides. Mostly downsides, actually.
little rattys went outside today
MGMT | Siberian Breaks
you fucking pig
i dont forgive
i dont forget
my minds set
i hope you’re proud of
what you’ve done to me
you never fucking cared
Ni No Kuni
my mom is better than your mom
ty for making your point by making fun of a man’s death
Yeah, sure, nice point or whatever…
BUT! Imagine this from the outside perspective of someone who doesn’t have their head so far up their ass about anti-feminist politics that they can’t understand black humor. Use a bit of fantasy here, this is a pretty cool scenario…
She essentially took a hit out on this guy. An evil vixen, living one of most difficult and taboo lifestyles possible in a first-world country, gets herself alone on a yacht with some powerful, greedy world-capital leader for what he had expected to be a night of thorough debauchery. She had a more sinister plan, however. In an excited stupor, he oversteps his bounds, believing himself to be in control and not realizing who indeed holds the power in their agreement. Bored and annoyed by him, she abused his naïveté by giving him a powerful dose of the darkest, most crippling and lethal drug existing, with his consent, knowing full well it would kill him.
He overdoses, gets dizzy and falls to the ground and, like nothing even happened, she presses her heel into his chest as he fades away (not even looking at him), sips her wine and sets her glass down and steps over him as if he were a sleeping dog or a pile of clothes, leaving him to die.
It’s kind of like a “balancing the scales” “evil-vs-evil” sort of scenario. It reminds me a lot of the vampire queen Olivia in Hemlock Grove, the sort of nonchalant, self-satisfaction the women in the article took as she sipped her wine over his dying body, and calmly walked away. So. Fucking. Cool. Prostitutes avenging themselves for the awful things they feel society, a society run by men like these, has lead them to do. Keep in mind I made all this up based on the image I got reading the caption.
Nobody /actually/ cares that this guy died, except the other rich pricks that will inherit his money. He’s a stranger, you don’t care about him. Quit pretending like it’s not ok to make jokes about it, or make him an example. People are so fucking petty and touchy.
wow what’s it like to be literal garbage? because that’s what you are.
Oh, it’s wonderful. What’s it like to be a pissy little baby? Is your diaper giving you a rash? :(
Now you know everyone: making fun of someone’s death is totally cool, as long as you don’t personally know the person. Bonus points if he/she was rich. Everyone knows the rich clearly deserve to be made fun of. DAMN YOU SUCCESSFUL PEOPLE. DAMN YOU TO HECK.
Yes, that is exactly what I am saying. Except you and I have very different definitions of the word “success.”
Everybody deserves to be made fun of all the time. Period. Especially those who have lead luxurious, privileged lives. Fucking get over it you child. Chill out on that righteous complex of yours before you have an aneurism, Christ.