To some extent, absolutely. I dunno how much of that Christian desire for justice has shaped me into who I am today. But at the end of the day you don’t need the bible to have a desire to right the wrongs of the world.

There’s no laws against genetically modifying the salt, Batman!

It is pretty impressive. My mom, who swore than he was a disgusting man/bad candidate and that she would not vote for him (she’s mega libertarian), seems to have fallen in line and now does t give a shit about whatever else he does or whatever pedo stuff comes out about him.

Honestly he hurts the right people and that’s all that matters. My mom isn’t even that stupid, tbf she understands the material reason why China is winning a lot better than most, even most libs, and can probably decipher that what’s going on now won’t fix that. Just doesn’t matter though, Trump is hurting the migrants and the queers so I guess that’s enough

It’s one of the fundamental reasons I found my way out of Christianity, and ultimately eventually here

Honestly he’s just one of the types that questions if we need to be wasting resources on a genocidal project, not if it’s actually wrong.

Their deep dish actually slaps and always has

Honestly the writing often felt a lot better when it was simpler combined with no voice acting. The convolution combined with the voice acting really makes a lot of modern jrpgs just impossible to bear.

Very excited for the next book, glad the audiobook is coming out simultaneously.

Fly Dorner

How Orwellian, in the exact same way that Orwell was a worm and a snitch

There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.