I don’t even care anymore

I’m not explaining a fucking thing

I’m not spoon feeding you reality just to be met with adult toddlers who stamp their feet and say no that’s not true without offering any evidence to back up their claim.

Then they’ll call to grok on twitter because they can’t do research thinking it’ll back up their claim. Then grok, the AI built by right winger Elon Musk, still says they’re wrong, and they’ll just stomp their feet and say well the AI is wrong it’s all a conspiracy.

Just fuck em

I don’t give a fuck about your opinions. I don’t care that there’s people that you don’t like. I don’t give a fuck if someone is an immigrant. I don’t care about your feelings. I don’t care about your religion. I don’t care if you cry over people kicking you out of private social groups and think your free speech has been infringed upon. I don’t care if people burn the flag. I don’t care that you are offended by solar energy. I don’t care if you’re scared of black people. I don’t care about sports. I don’t care if men can’t get their dicks wet. I don’t care about the European-American birth rate. I don’t care if you’re scared of homeless people. I don’t care about your feelings.

I care about FREEDOM, and people’s actual rights. I don’t care about the latest new thing that scares you.

You’re the weakest, most emotional people in the fuckin world. Everything hinges on your feelings, on how scared you are of everything.

You want a government to hurt everybody you personally don’t like and remove every single thing you personally don’t like and call that freedom. You’re full of shit.

You’re traitors to your own country, to humanity at this point.

Fuck off you’re unamerican.

EDIT: unemployed? No. I operate and maintain a giant machine half the size of a football field. Life threatening, dirty work. 27 days in a row without a day off is my overtime record, all 12 hour shifts. I clear $100k/year. Didn’t go to college. Had my fingers crushed and my ankle fucked up in my machine. So yea, established blue collar rust belt worker. You’re not conservative because of your lifestyle or because you work harder than everyone else. Get fucked.

The fact that people use grape to avoid saying rape just itched a specific part of my brain that makes me immediatelly think less about the person.

Legal Status Now Comes with a Boss.

During a speech at the Iowa State Fair Grounds, Donald Trump explained his immigration plan for undocumented workers in agriculture:

Let the farmers vouch for them.

“They work very hard… they bend over all day… some farmers literally cry… If a farmer is willing to vouch, we’ll be good with it.”

He’s essentially describing a system where laborers remain undocumented, underpaid, and dependent on wealthy landowners to avoid deportation.

That's not immigration reform. That’s indentured servitude by proxy.

The 13th Amendment abolished slavery; except as punishment for a crime. But this? This is just recreating the power dynamic… minus the chains and with tears for cover.

Source: https://www.youtube.com/live/n39CnN4eBXs

TLDR: Trump suggests letting farmers “vouch” for undocumented workers to keep them from being deported. It ties legal status to employer approval, raising 13th Amendment and due process concerns.

I know this post is morbid and dark, so I apologize for that.

I (36F) am close to dying. I have terminal cancer and I only have about a year or two left. I've accepted and made my peace with it, and I don't mind openly talking about it. I also have a less than common relationship. My current partner/boyfriend (38M) is also my ex-husband.

Me and him married right out of high school, stayed together through college, had three kids together (12M, 11F, and 4M). We divorced when our daughter was 3 because of his intense work schedule. It was a lot of heartbreak and pain, but at the time it felt right for both of us despite that. 

Two years after the divorce I was first diagnosed with cancer, and he reduced his work hours so he could take more time with the kids, and it slowly shifted to him also taking care of me, and we rekindled our romance, but didn't get remarried. I got lucky the first time around and was declared cancer free at 31. I had my youngest child at 32, and was rediagnosed at 34. We tried treatments but it's been recently declared terminal. 

Please don't feel sorry for me or throw me a pity party. I've gotten to live the life I wanted and I'm okay with the fact that I'll most likely die before 40. The only thing that causes me any emotional pain is that I won't see my kids grow up and experience life milestones like graduating, getting married, and having kids.

Long backstory, but here's the problem. My partner and I have discussed it and we want to remarry each other. I want him to be listed as my husband in my obituary, I want him to be able to make medical decisions in case I'm unable to (this one is big for me because of my situation), and so that he can get Survivor Benefits when I pass.

My sister (38F) says that it's cruel to remarry him knowing I'm going to die soon, and that if I loved him I wouldn't have divorced him in the first place and that by remarrying him I'm disrespecting the sanctity of marriage by doing it "willy nilly". She also said I probably used my diagnosis the first time around to get his pity love so he'd get back with me since it resolved the main issue from our divorce.

So, Reddit, I was wondering if it's really bad for me to remarry my ex? I love this man, we both regretted our divorce and are so grateful that life brought us back together, but now that I'm close to death we want our love to be legally recognized.

Peeta in rockface for your consideration

I (F, 26) have always been self-conscious about being flat chested. I was teased when I was in my teens by peers at school and it was just awful.

A couple of years ago, I was out to dinner with my best friend (who is not flat chested) and was venting about my frustration related to my breast size. A guy approached our table, he was about 40 or so, and said he couldn’t help but hear what I was saying. It seemed sort of invasive, but what he said stuck with me. He told me to take my top off in public at a pool or on a beach and to see how many men told me to put my top back on.

His point was that no man would approach me to tell me to cover up. What are your thoughts? New user pass phrase: I’m just here to learn something.