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The rain in movies is always magical, the delicate drops that hit the window pane always coalesce into shiny ribbons, or the downpour that elevates some mundane moment into a dramatic crescendo. When in reality it's fucking grim really. The ground turns into some kind of primordial soup for slugs to fuck in, and you go through several pairs of socks and that's about it, not magical at all.

Has anybody noticed that people tend to take critcism of something said as an agression, rather than an invite to conversation? It's almost as if it's impolite to disagree with somebody? The incredible thing is that nobody that I've ever disagreed with in public has been able to defend their position, so why then, if your position is indefensible, would you mind somebody criticising it. Imagine living in a house made of gingerbread, and getting irate when somebody asks what happens when it rains? The polite thing to do, supposedly, is not to mention the rain, and only comment on how lovely the gumdrop buttons are and move on. Doesn't seem very polite to me, but there you have it.

Trotsky to live in Newyork, and his lifestyle was paid for by Wallstreet. Wallstreet isn't opposed to socialism or communism by any stretch of the imagination. Inversely, Mandani's critcism of capitalism has nothing to do with the system we live under today, we don't even have anything closely resembling a free market.

Has Newyork built a gulag yet? I can't watch 🫣

Dicks out for Losty 🎙️🍺🥜

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