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Seneca the Younger(er)
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Insecurity is why. Every young man who is not yetcomfortable in his own skin fears the world at large realizing that the man he pretends to be is not what he acts like when he lets his guard down. Whether it’s minor posturing, or something more deliberate and intentional is where the scale measures from fuckbois to

This from the guy who starred in Leatherface and Immortals. Sure, he’s done some quality arthouse pieces, but he’s had several check-cashing roles, too. Ease up on your industry, shithead, you never know when the offers will dry up. You’re no Gary Oldman or Joaquin Phoenix.

Just imagine if “Jess” had been a POC and “Zola” were the white suburban mom. The only appeal this story has to some people is that a Karen salaciously got her comeuppance. We would all be free to admit that it’s a horrific story if the central victim were a POC. And that in itself says something about us.

Yes, when the letter of the law can be adhered (regarding the non-prosecution agreement) to but justice is not served, something is demonstrably wrong with the system and the people who uphold it.

I think “care” is too personal a word to describe the sense of fear of what might happen if their vehicle to success and fame (as they would measure it) disappeared.

Foxtrot-class submarines were diesel-powered, and had bilge pumps to pump water outside, even against pressure while submerged. When this was converted to a display piece, those pumps were probably removed or rendered inoperable because servicing them and keeping them running isn’t cost-effective in what is

My sex temple, much like the memory palace in Hannibal, is all in my mind, where a good Stoic should keep all their sexy-times. So I also got nothin’.

Anybody else geting strong “If KITT were a sedan” vibes from that header photo? No? Just me, then, okay.

Not to mention seersucker is just such a patronizing fabric to begin with. Southern “gentlemen” would wear suits made of this cotton fabric because it was too hot for more stylish clothes, sipping mint juleps while their plantation went about its business, working like livestock in that same heat to harvest the

The only skin I have in the matter is the fact that I was a kid who grew up watching the classic Hanna-Barbera cartoon and I have sentimental feelings about that. I may have harbored a borderline-unreasonable crush on the character in my adolescence. I may still harbor that crush. You’re not the boss of my libido.

Misleading by omission or ignoring facts still counts as lying, or so I tell my kid as I try to raise him to be a decent human being.

Just watched that movie with my son the other day. He asked me why Princess Buttercup didn’t have a sword, when almost everybody else did. I temporized, telling him that she had been so sad for so long because she thought Westley was dead, that it never occurred to her. He said, and I am quoting an 11-year-old boy

If he wants to eliminate the vagaries of human input, he’s going to have to improve the hell out of his automated system. Right now, it’s not significantly better than human input, on average. Maybe one day we’ll have control systems in place that are infallible and we’ll all suck our gums around a digital hearth and

In a nation that’s only about 250 years old, 200 years of the industrial policy of slavery isn’t a “deviation”, it’s a business model and a statement of principle. You are 100% correct.

Sherbert and sorbet are not the same things, although one word is a corruption of the other. Sorbet has no dairy, sherbert does.

Is it not Italian Ice, or a sorbet (not to be confused with sherbert)?

I’m just still pissed the Space Force is modelled on the Air Force rather than the Navy. Space vessels and habitats function more like ships and submarines than they do like airplanes.

Ah, well, you’ve cracked it then. Problem solved.

L. Ron Hubbard, who spent time in the US. Navy, borrowed the term from that experience, probably in complete ignorance it’s earlier origin in British Colonialism. In the U.S. Navy, a pollywog, or “wog”, is a sailor or civilian who has never sailed across the equator. For that one brief moment in time when a ship does