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I have only ever made crow enemies. you do not want crow enemies.

also, if you see a dead or dying crow in your driveway, don’t move it. don’t touch it. even if it’s blocking your car (idk, buy a new car instead?) maybe call animal control but by all means don’t present yourself near the dead crow - the crows will assume you killed it and will make your life hell. i was divebombed multiple times for many blocks from my house. i only gingerly moved the bird a few feet over to the grass so my wife could move the car and get to work. but crows remember. boy do they remember.

this only stopped when i moved to another city

Men’s shelters are needed. Men are also survivors of domestic abuse.

Genital mutilation under the guise of “easier to clean” is stupid. Cutting off your legs also makes them easier to clean.

“Based landlords” hate this one weird trick!

Dumb argument is dumb. We need to defederate the internet! LAN not WAN!

Literal woke bs

My issue with your theory here is that you are putting yourself as the author of the contract. This is the tactic conservatives use, by saying some stuff and expecting the reader to fill in the blanks with their own biases.

You: “social contract exists, you should respect the contract”

Me: “what are the rules of this contract? where can i read it?”

You: “you know the rules”

Ahh yes, the rules… That you should dip your balls in the toilet water to wash them off after pooping. C’mon man, everyone knows the rules. It’s right there in the contract.

Maybe some day they will make an infographic about how your way of thinking is better than others.

I understand the paradox of tolerance. This “social contract” stuff is BS, though.

“Social contract” is made up by people who don’t understand the paradox of tolerance. ITT: many of them

I never signed a social contract. Your argument is false.

It’s true, most people don’t care about money.

They care about what money can help them buy, like another day of survival.

It was never about the money. It was about maslovs heirarchy of needs; which, at the very bottom, is a foosball table.