#MANUFACTURED DEGENERACY

[onlyhurtforaminute]

SYNTROPY=MANUFACTURED DEGENERACY

#SYNTROPY #DEATH METAL #HEAVY METAL; #METAL #;TECHNICAL DEATH METAL #TECH-DEATH #MANUFACTURED DEGENERACY #2020 EP

[transmutationisms]

“before even getting into the computer-brain metaphors that have taken over in the last half century” omg PLEASE get into it (if u have the time and desire to)

this is not a new observation on my part by any means lol so this is really just going to be me treading ground that other people have covered much more eloquently and thoughtfully. but yeah it is quite noticeable in the last few decades how the way people talk about the brain is often borrowing directly from the terminology of computer science: think brains "processing" "information", "storing" memories, nerve impulses as a "transmission" of "signals", &c. this isn't inherently bad, but i'm cautious and sceptical about how useful this way of talking is because

often brain-computer metaphors are used to suggest, implicitly or not, that the computer simply is the 'highest' piece of technology there is or can be, and therefore tautologically must be how the brain works; this is pretty ahistorical. brain metaphors have historically drawn from many different technologies, usually whatever was seen as 'advanced' in the day—vacuum tubes, other communication technologies like telephone and telegraph transmissions, even musical instruments. none of this means the computer metaphor is inherently wrong but, it should give us pause before just assuming that this time, we've gotten it right

brains are actually like, more mysterious in their functioning than computers lol given that there are in fact people who know how to make and code and work with computers, and there are in fact no people who, like, know how brains produce consciousness. and i'm not opposed to metaphor in science communication but i'd argue the computer metaphors don't actually enhance clarity of communication for the most part, given that most people have no fucking idea how a computer works anyway—in these sorts of invocations it's just blackbox technology that gives a sheen of scientificity to a lot of very bad psy-science and neuroscience discourse

specifically this came up because that other person was talking about how brains "process information" in regards to watching tiktok videos or whatever, which is a perfect example of how this sort of obfuscates a lot of things we don't actually know about brains or thoughts or consciousness. like there's a very smooth narrative being produced here, based on the idea of the brain as a kind of calcified piece of technology that can be trained into bad habits or have its capacity for attention eroded or whatever—not only is this not really how computers work anyway (so again, not a very useful metaphor), it's also very reminiscent of the degeneracy theories of the past 2–3 centuries, only now expressed in language that scans as 'scientific' according to the standards of the day, where it's compsci that's in fashion over things like stock breeding (a favourite of the 19th century, for example)

so again i'm not saying, like, that it could never be useful to compare the human body or mind to a manufactured technology, or denying that nerve impulses are electrical phenomena (tho people have known this since the galvanic experiments of the renaissance, & yet the computer metaphors could only arise... after the corresponding computer technologies). but i think it would behoove us to think closely about what we're saying when we use these metaphors, whether the metaphors are useful, what sorts of things they convey and what things they obfuscate or muddle, &c.

#hps

[raccoonfallsharder]

if you liked Giftwrap...

crystallized ginger.[anticipated 3/27] ❤︎

featuring semi-shy ultrafeminine angel-reader from giftwrap (kinktober 2023).

18+ only | rocket x f!reader | no use of y/n | 2/3 parts | wip | word count: pending.

nebula attempts to talk some sense into the captain.

He’d tried to shake you — first on the roof and now, a few missions later, in his mind. It doesn’t help that you’d been so frickin’ smart. Pretty and sweet and now this, too. Once he’d gotten you up on your feet and out to the edge of the roof, you’d started mapping your dreams out on the city. You’d glowed, even when the daylight had been dimmed to nothing: sketching a world of greenery out for him so clearly he could see it. Aqueducts and pumps, little manufactured waterfalls. Fruit hanging heavy from every branch. Root vegetables, and leafy things. You’d had a way of talking about your visions so earnestly that they’d become contagious, he thinks. He’d been able to feel your hopefulness paint itself under his fur, and become his own. Hell, he still frickin’ feels it. He sighs and leans on the lower railing of the Bowie’s bridge, pinching the bridge of his nose. He’s trying to act like a good person these days. A leader. A captain. It’s hard frickin’ work and it doesn’t come natural to him. Nebula keeps telling him he’s overthinking, and he almost believes her — but then he comes across a pretty thing like you, and all the old degeneracy comes surging to the surface. He hasn’t been thinking like a captain at all on this mission. Instead, he’s spent too much frickin’ time remembering how impractical that little dress had been. It hadn’t even had a back: the side panels held together between your shoulderblades with a flimsy bow. He’d been able to see the naked line of your spine above and below it. It had looked old, the stitches on the edge of the ruffle fraying just a little. Ayesha on her throne had at least worn an armored gown. The sex workers he visits on Contraxia usually have high boots, hidden weapons, and discreetly-protective leathers. But that thing you’d been wearing had looked like it had been made to fall apart.  He’d only have to tug on it, he’s sure.

wind·fall /ˈwin(d)ˌfôl/ noun.an apple or other fruit blown down from a tree or bush by the wind; an unexpected piece of good fortune.

semi-shy ultrafeminine touch-deprived reader tries to avoid meeting knowhere’s intimidating captain. is profoundly unsuccessful.

for previous chapters, notes, moodboard & concept art:

⋆˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⋆ masterlist

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[catgirlforeskin]

"Oh no! We have already called out every wrongdoing any trans woman on this website actually did in her entire life! What shall we do now? Quickly, manufacture some discourse about kinks that like 1/10 of people have so that we can start new crusade against degeneracy!"

I wonder what will they do once they run out of accusations this time. What reason will be the next one? Listening to violent music maybe?

(Part of my mutual circle is engaging in this so I am still not over it. And OPs are always tme people accusing specifically trans women, either by names or in a "the fact that they are trans women doesn't mean that we need to turn blind eye on their bigotry" way, because of course they equate cnc or whatever with bigotry. Also, why is incest play even on this list?)

Yeah it’s ridiculous. The funniest part is I don’t even have any kinks, I’m mostly ace (though I generally don’t use the label or talk about it)

buuuut because I’ve said “hey you shouldn’t harass strangers about their private sex lives, especially when this has a long history of being used to harass queer people, and trans women more specifically” these people go “oh clearly the only reason she’d care about this is because she’s some kind of sick pervert”

#asks

[37q]

really theres a propaganda analogy between (a) the degeneration of your average patients autoimmune constitution (so many allergies! so many bubble syndromes!) and (b) the degeneracy of social order in a welfare / peacetime society (bad times -> strong men -> easy times -> weak men).

the shared principle is that without outside problems we lose sight of our growth, with insularity being for the first step to manufactured degeneracy. what this translates to is (a) the constriction of what constitutes a "treatable" patient vs a case for eugenics and (b) the injection of wealth into the imperial core via global class violence, for the character-building hybrid vigor of a tried-and-true society.

and, ultimately, the medicalized microcosm of the propaganda of "degeneracy" in autoimmune issues is that, without fighting someone else, we have to fight ourselves. but "ourselves" isnt our bodies, or our nature; the core of our struggle is in class violence, which restricts the social access of our most vulnerable.

is it our bodies thatre killing us, or is it our insurance and medical providers? is it partisanship and culture war thats killing us, or is it all a story spun by arms dealers and landlords?

[philippmichelreichold]

on Shark Ship by Cyril Kornbluth

Shark Ship, better titled “Reap the Dark Tide," was the first to deal with population explosion, the environmental impact of humanity, and harvesting the sea to extend the food supply. The attention to detail given to the descriptions of the Convoy Culture and the degeneracy of the Land Culture is remarkable. The story certainly was ripe for expansion to novel length, but was written in 1958, the year of Kornbluth's death.

The Captain of a ship must violate centuries old tradition to save his crew. Centuries earlier, to ease population pressures, large numbers of people set out in great ships upon the sea. They take their living wholly from the sea, sailing east to west and back to east, from 10 miles of one coast to ten miles of the other.

Because all of their sustenance comes from the sea, they are dependent upon the harvest of their nets for food and for raw materials with which to manufacture all their goods. The metals of the hulls and nets is irreplaceable. To lose a net means death by slow starvation for a crew. The rest of the Convoy hasn't enough to spare.

The ship is part of one of a number of convoys. The Convoys have over-harvested their grounds to the point where only plankton and krill are plentiful. These are harvested twice a year in spring and fall.

The Fleet has been at sea for centuries, and have over-fished their ranges. They are down to harvesting plankton. The Charter has gone from a social compact to holy writ in the minds of the rank and file, and traditional approaches, though failing, carry the force of absolute edicts.After the end of one harvest, a sudden squall destroys the net. The traditional options are are mass suicide and death by cannibalism. Not only will no help come forth from the rest of the Convoy, the ship is exiled from the Fleet. They set of without so much as a good luck or a fare-the-well.

According to the Compact that established the convoys, <> The quote has been inculcated into the very fiber of every member of the crew's being for so long that it is taking on the nature of Holy Writ. The notion of seeking succour from the land is very nearly sacrilegious. Unwilling to accept death by starvation of death by civil war culminating in cannibalism, the Captain decides to see what the Land may hold in store for them.

They make landfall in New York Harbor. The Captain places his exec in command of the ship and leads a party ashore. Once landed, they find that overpopulation is no longer a problem there. A religious fruitcake has arisen and spread a new religion across the Land. The population has been dropping rapidly, because having more than one child is a sin punishable by death. The permeating death cult is also severely crippled in its attitudes towards sex and the human body. This comes in handy after the shore party is surrounded and cones under attack.

References

Shark Ship by Cyril Kornbluth 80 Vanguard June 1958.

"SHARK SHIPS AND MARCHING MORONS: THE BEST OF C. M. KORNBLUTH." BlackGate Magazine. February 6, 2018 James McGlothlin.

"Shark Ship by Cyril Kornbluth." Philipp Michel Reichold. JUL 20TH, 2017

#sciencefiction #review

[cronagorgonzola]

I would like to point out that moral panics are specifically organized by groups in positions of powers, such as politicians. Some More News has a really good episode about how moral panics are manufactured by the right that I'd recommend! So it's not just an unavoidable cycle—we gotta get our grip on the throats of the people starting these moral panics purposefully. We can do it!

Iirc from that video its less that theyre intentionally organized and more like something that starts out of genuine fear of a perceived threat and is perpetuated by the people in power for whom its convenient, and thats where that cycle of fear -> legislature -> fear comes from. I think the anti-sex work moral panic can be kinda wrapped up under the same umbrella as tthe anti-queer moral panics, where the Real Fear being exploited is the fear of child sex abuse/trafficking, and its being perpetuated by lawmakers who want to criminalize sex work and queerness

Youre definitely right that the cycle can be broken but i think its important to acknowledge that these arent conspiracies being drawn up in some shadowy boardroom, these fears are being kept alive by scared conservative parents who think that porn causes degeneracy just as much as the lawmakers who want to punish sex workers

#.txt #also im not trying to put you on blast by answering publicly they changed the mobile layout and idk how to answer privately #idk i have that anxiety that makes me worry im starting and argument any time i disagree with someone

[marty101sblog]

Yesterday Congress gave all of us the middle finger. Some of you will understand but some won't until you lose your freedoms and quality of life.

This is a post I received from a friend of mine, Dave Bodette. I hope as many people as possible read it, becaise it pretty well sums up the situation we are seeing come into play.

For those who don't get it!

Now you understand why there was never any action against the Clintons or Obama, how they destroyed emails and evidence and phones and servers, how they spied and wiretapped, how they lied to FISA, had conversations on the tarmac, sent emails to cover their rears after key meetings, how Comey and Brennan and Clapper never were brought to any justice, how the FBI and CIA lied, how the Steele Dossier was passed along, how phones got factory reset, how leak after leak to an accomplice media went unchecked, why George Soros is always in the shadows, why Romney and Paul and Bush and McCain were all involved, why they screamed Russia and pushed a sham impeachment, why no one ever goes to jail, why no one is ever charged, why nothing ever happens. Why there was no wrongdoing in the FISA warrants, why the Durham report was delayed. Why Hunter will walk scot free. Why the FBI sat on the laptop. Why the Biden’s connection to China was overlooked as was unleashed the perfect weapon, a virus that could be weaponized politically to bring down the greatest ever economy and usher in unverifiable mail in voting. Why the media is 24/7 propaganda and lies, why up is down and down is up, right is wrong and wrong is right. Why social media silences the First Amendment and speaks over the President of the United States. This has been the plan by the Deep State all along. They didn’t expect Trump to win in 2016. He messed up their plans. Delayed it a little. They weren’t about to let it happen again. Covid was weaponized, Governors helped shut down their states, the media helped shame and kill the economy, and the super lucky unverifiable mail in ballots were just the trick to make sure the career politician allegedly with hands in Chinese payrolls that couldn’t finish a sentence or collect a crowd, miraculously became the most popular vote recipient of all time.

You have just witnessed a coup, the overthrow of the US free election system, the end of our constitutional republic, and the merge of capitalism into the slide toward socialism. What will happen next? Expect the borders to open up. Increased immigration. Expect agencies like CBP and INS and Homeland Security to be muzzled or even deleted. Law enforcement will see continued defunding. The electoral college will be gone. History erased. Two Supreme Court Justices might be removed. The Supreme Court will be packed. Your 2nd Amendment will be attacked. If you have a manufacturing job or oil industry job, get ready. If you run a business, brace for impact. Maybe you’ll be on the hook for slavery reparations, or have your suburbs turned into Section 8 housing. Your taxes are gonna go up, and businesses will pay more. I could go on and on. There is no real recovery from this. The elections from here on will be decided by New York City, Chicago, and California. The Republic will be dead. Mob rule and appeasement will run rampant. The candidate who offers the most from the Treasury will get the most votes. But the votes voted won’t matter, just the ones received and counted. That precedent has been set.

“Benjamin Franklin was walking out of Independence Hall after the Constitutional Convention in 1787, when someone shouted out, ‘Doctor, what have we got? A republic or a monarchy?’”

Franklin responded, “A republic, if you can keep it.”

Ladies and gentlemen, you will now lose your Republic. You turned from God. You turned from family. You turned from country. You embraced degeneracy culture. You celebrated and looked to fools. You worshipped yourselves selfishly as you took for granted what men died to give you. You disregarded history and all it teaches. On your watch, America just died a little. It’s likely she’ll never be the same again.

Some of you have no idea what you’ve done. Sadly, some of you did.

[rametarin]

The ink wasn’t even wet yet.

So LilNas did a silly and once again completely harmless performance thing involving him fucking Satan in a music video in the most hilarious, Wayanes Brothers-esque outfit for the job I have ever seen.

There really wasn’t time for anybody of value to be offended or really voice complaint about it in any numbers that really matter. The voices of outrage and the stranglehold they had on the religious right of today is paltry peanuts by comparison to the lockstep, marching and goosestepping of the mega evangelical churches of the late 70s and throughout the 80s.

It was just sorta taken for granted that The Wacky Westboro Baptist Types and any buffoon that still goes to church would get their knickers in a twist and start harumphing by the millions about LilNas’ objectively harmless exploit into having sex with a cartoonish low budget Satan.

And the music journos and others in entertainment cultures reacted about how I expected. Seguing into, “Oh look! It’s the Satanic Panicers! Because that was a thing, you know! And they’re still at it!”

So in come the articles about the very real history of the US’s Moral Majority and their big huffy puff pieces about, “degradation” and “degeneracy” and harumph and fi and foo and won’t someone think of the children and how the mean ole Christians wanted to gatekeep literature and media based on certain Christian moral undertones.

Which is true. Don’t get me wrong. It was a cringe and eyeroll worthy last hurrah of when, while defanged and declawed legally on a federal level and most civil and decent places on a state level, the Moral Majority still played to their pews and organized to try and become the defacto arbiters of what was acceptable vs. outrageous content not to expose the kiddies to. It was an exertion of their social and soft power in the hearts and minds of their flocks and believers to dictate the content a whole community could sell, advertise and make cultural without getting ostracized and possibly hurt by radicals.

However, by comparison, today is not back then. Doom and Mortal Kombat and hyper violent videogames and occult and Satanic imagery are old hat. Our daytime cartoon shows for children can casually play with themes of magic and infernalist powers that would’ve been cancelled or censored or banned in the 60s and 70s; and the 80s blew those standards to hell. There really ISN’T any real outrage about Lil Nas fucking Muppet Satan. You can surely find some among the usual mouthbreathers that will always be loud and represent a section of the US that these self-proclaimed, “progressives” hate to begin with, but other than that, the matter is settled. At this point, Satanic Panic isn’t really a thing on the radar in the mainstream. At best, you can point to some cloistered community of people that come together because they voluntarily believe that stupid shit and grumph about it on social media.

But that brings me to my ultimate point.

These people posting these masturbatory articles about the history of Satanic Panic and those wacky Christians (they never specify all the conservative or fuddy-duddy Jews in the Abrahamic tradition of faiths, for some reason) are sort of speaking about it in this wishy-washy way that tries to claim the mass hysteria is as real today as it ever was back then.

And it isn’t. It just simply isn’t.

All the old people between 50-100 in the 1970s-1980s are themselves 100 and dead, now. Their kids are in their mid-60s and, while conservative, nowhere near as intolerant statistically as the stodgy, “no mentioning witches in front of children, no magic or occult things” religious conservative values of their parents age.

The Satanic Panic, the microcosm of believers stirred into a frightened panic over non-Christianity competing with their ideology in the country, is all but dead. Secular civic government barely finds them a road block, and while corporate media might cowtow to them as a reliable paying consumer base for specific niche products, they don’t bow to them and self-censor like they used to.

Yet, you read the articles by these people trying to take this opportunity to tell the youth about how widespread and dogmatic and intolerant the Christian hegemony was in the US, and then they say, “they’re still like that today.”

They’re so desperate to get inside the youth’s heads to shape their teen rebellious phase over whom they think the entrenched powers are and how to defy them for shits and giggles, that they’re taking the image of North American Christianity out of the moth balls from how it used to be and trying to say, “it’s the same. Nothing has changed.”

Now, I’m not accusing Lil Nas of being in on a conspiracy. Lil Nas does shit to entertain and be silly. He’s done absolutely nothing wrong.

But whether or not he did it on purpose, the asymmetrical system of the usual suspects picked it up and ran with it. To, “stawt a convuhsayshun uwu” about what idiots and assholes Christians are in the US. Taking advantage of this... barely blip on the cultural radar that’s getting more press due to the nothingburger “controversy,” because they take for granted that it upsets some imaginary vitriolic majority.

So they have their own little in-group conversation about, “Oh how CONTROVERSIAL Lil Nas is!” and talk about really sticking it to those frumpy stumpy fuddy duddies, or whatever. And..

no. This isn’t fucking Madonna kissing Black Jesus. This isn’t Ozzy Osbourne tossing a chicken out into his audience or biting the head off of a bat.

This isn’t even the wholesale manufactured nontroversy that is the record industry making a great big scene out of poking white America with a stick that was Eminem’s phony baloney career.

This is just Hot Coffee except the people finding it controversial are giggling over just how much it must make, “those people” stew with fury and backpat themselves over the accomplishment of rustling The Power’s jimmies.

They’re trying oh so hard to stir up the hornets nest, to just milk whatever little performative bear rage and indignancy left in the Christian right to seem like they’re the status quo, that they’re the intolerant and outraged and impotent power structure and source of oppression and theocratic intolerance, a danger to our civic secularism and liberal society by sheer numbers and reach in power.

And...

There’s just nothing left of them to do that.

So even trying to act like Lil Nas is doing more than upsetting the Minions Meme Boomers on Facebook that really have next to no power anymore just comes off as out of touch, desperate and pathetic.

[rwood2477]

For those who don't get it--

Now you understand why there was never any action against the Clintons or Obama, how they destroyed emails and evidence and phones and servers, how they spied and wiretapped, how they lied to FISA, had conversations on the tarmac, sent emails to cover their asses after key meetings, how Comey and Brennan and Clapper never were brought to any justice, how the FBI and CIA lied, how the Steele Dossier was passed along, how phones got factory reset, how leak after leak to an accomplice media went unchecked, why George Soros is always in the shadows, why Romney and Paul and Bush and McCain were all involved, why they screamed Russia and pushed a sham impeachment, why no one ever goes to jail, why no one is ever charged, why nothing ever happens. Why there was no wrongdoing in the FISA warrants, why the Durham report was delayed. Why Hunter will walk scot free. Why the FBI sat on the laptop. Why the Biden’s connection to China was overlooked as was unleashed the perfect weapon, a virus that could be weaponized politically to bring down the greatest ever economy and usher in unverifiable mail in voting. Why the media is 24/7 propaganda and lies, why up is down and down is up, right is wrong and wrong is right. Why social media silences the First Amendment and speaks over the President of the United States. This has been the plan by the Deep State all along. They didn’t expect Trump to win in 2016. He messed up their plans. Delayed it a little. They weren’t about to let it happen again. Covid was weaponized, Governors helped shut down their states, the media helped shame and kill the economy, and the super lucky unverifiable mail in ballots were just the trick to make sure the career politician allegedly with hands in Chinese payrolls that couldn’t finish a sentence or collect a crowd, miraculously became the most popular vote recipient of all time.

You have just witnessed a coup, the overthrow of the US free election system, the end of our constitutional republic, and the merge of capitalism into the slide toward socialism. What will happen next? Expect the borders to open up. Increased immigration. Expect agencies like CBP and INS and Homeland Security to be muzzled or even deleted. Law enforcement will see continued defunding. The electoral college will be gone. History erased. Two Supreme Court Justices might be removed. The Supreme Court will be packed. Your 2nd Amendment will be attacked. If you have a manufacturing job or oil industry job, get ready. If you run a business, brace for impact. Maybe you’ll be on the hook for slavery reparations, or have your suburbs turned into Section 8 housing. Your taxes are gonna go up, and businesses will pay more. I could go on and on. There is no real recovery from this. The elections from here on will be decided by New York City, Chicago, and California. The Republic will be dead. Mob rule and appeasement will run rampant. The candidate who offers the most from the Treasury will get the most votes. But the votes voted won’t matter, just the ones received and counted. That precedent has been set.

“Benjamin Franklin was walking out of Independence Hall after the Constitutional Convention in 1787, when someone shouted out, ‘Doctor, what have we got? A republic or a monarchy?’”

Franklin responded, “A republic, if you can keep it.”

Ladies and gentlemen, you will now lose your Republic. You turned from God. You turned from family. You turned from country. You embraced degeneracy culture. You celebrated and looked to fools. You worshipped yourselves selfishly as you took for granted what men died to give you. You disregarded history and all it teaches. On your watch, America just died a little. It’s likely she’ll never be the same again.

Some of you have no idea what you’ve done. Sadly, some of you did.

Yes, I copied this and you can as well.

#biden corruption #biden crime family #democratsareevil #democratshateamerica #walkawayfromdemocrats #communist party of china

[allfathertoday]

I copied and pasted this. From a friend. It's what I struggle with the most. How is any of this ok?

By Darryl May

WE HAVE JUST WITNESSED A BLOODLESS COUP. Did anyone notice the overthrow of the United States free election system, the end of our constitutional republic, and the merge of capitalism into the slide toward socialism?

For those who do not get it! Now you understand why there was never any action against the Clintons or Obama, how they destroyed emails and evidence and phones and servers, how they spied and wiretapped, how they lied to FISA, had conversations on the tarmac, sent emails to cover their asses after key meetings, how Comey and Brennan and Clapper never were brought to any justice. How the FBI and CIA lied, how the Steele Dossier was passed along, how phones got factory reset, how leak after leak to an accomplice media went unchecked, why George Soros is always in the shadows, why they screamed Russia and pushed a sham impeachment, why no one ever goes to jail, why no one is ever charged, why nothing ever happens. Why there was no wrongdoing in the FISA warrants, why the Durham report was delayed. Why Hunter will walk scot-free. Why the FBI sat on the laptop. Why the Bidens’ connection to China was hidden. Why the media is 24/7 propaganda and lies. Why social media silences the First Amendment and speaks over the President of the United States.

This has been the plan by the Deep State all along. They didn’t expect Trump to win in 2016. He messed up their plans. Delayed it a little.

They weren’t about to let it happen again. Covid was weaponized, Governors helped shut down their states, the media helped shame and kill the economy, and the super lucky unverifiable mail-in ballots were just the trick to make sure the career politician allegedly with hands in Chinese payrolls that couldn’t finish a sentence or collect a crowd, miraculously became the most popular vote recipient of all time.

WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT? Expect the borders to open with the likelihood that terrorists will come in. Increased immigration. Expect agencies like CBP and INS and Homeland Security to be muzzled or even deleted. Law enforcement will see continued defunding. The electoral college will be gone. History erased. Two Supreme Court Justices might be removed. The Supreme Court will be packed. Your 2nd Amendment will be attacked. If you have a manufacturing job or oil industry job, get ready. If you run a business, brace for impact. Your taxes are gonna go up, Biden’s already announced it and businesses will pay more. There is no real recovery from this.

The elections from here on will be decided by New York City, Chicago, and California. The candidate who offers the most from the Treasury will get the most votes. But the votes voted won’t matter, just the ones received and counted. That precedent has been set.

“Benjamin Franklin was walking out of Independence Hall after the Constitutional Convention in 1787 when someone shouted out, ‘Doctor, what have we got? A republic or a monarchy?’” Franklin responded, “A republic if you can keep it.”

Ladies and gentlemen, you will now lose your Republic. You turned from God. You turned from family. You turned from the country. You embraced degeneracy culture. You celebrated and looked to fools. You worshipped yourselves selfishly as you took for granted what men died to give you. You disregarded history and all it teaches. On your watch, America just died a little. It is likely she’ll never be the same again. Some of you have no idea what you have done. Sadly, some of us do.

[stay-natural]

The final effect of medical ministrations is to land the patient in the third and last stage of disease, in which the bodily substance – blood, flesh, nerves and the organs – become degenerate; from this state of degeneracy arise diseases affecting the heart, lungs, or brain, or the body as a whole; the much-dreaded cancer is just one of these. Medicos call these by the name “degenerative” diseases, which is misleading. This phrase suggests that these diseases arise first and that degeneracy of the body-substance comes afterwards as an effect of these diseases. The truth is that the degeneracy comes into existence first, and the diseases arise from it as effects of this degeneracy. Very few doctors are aware of this truth. For instance, we may take note of the effort made by Dr A. S. McNeil to enlighten the members of his profession on this point in his book “The Cancer Mystery Solved”; he showed that “general poisoning” of the body tissues is the condition in which this disease becomes possible. But all such efforts have proved futile, because these, if successful, would be far from financially profitable. The medicos depend upon an extensive practice in which the most deleterious substances are freely used to prevent and “cure” diseases. Even if the medicos wish to reform their ways, the Vested Interests who dominate them – the manufacturers of drugs, vaccines and serums – will not let them do so.

Practical Nature-Cure (9th Ed.) by K. Lakshmana Sarma, 1956

#Nature Cure #Naturopathy #Hygiene #Medicine #Health #K. Lakshmana Sarma #Practical Nature Cure #Be your own doctor #Quote #Book quote #Quotes #Book Quotes #Dr A S McNeil #The Cancer Mystery Solved #vested interests #degenerative disease

[marxsposting]

Online Leftists: Lol how could anyone be dumb enough to think the Nazis were socialist? Their rhetoric and policies were obviously reactionary lmao

Also Online Leftists: Socialism is when we return all the land to its rightful ancestral owners, who are tied to particular patches of Earth by blood connections. Rootless cosmopolitans are Evil and all Good Citizens stay in one place, and have intrinsic authority over that place. Culture is also tied to blood and soil, and must never be mixed. We need to combat Degeneracy by going back to subsistence farming and individualized household manufacture. Together we must resist state tyranny by opting out of the welfare state and relying on narrow kinship/community aid networks. Also, mysticism is very Woke and Good because science is oppressive and white. This is real progressivism.

#socialism #communism #anarchism #leftblr #real talk though the ideological connections between idealist leftism and fascism are very interesting to explore #idealist as in not materialist #not as in having principles

[miseriathome]

This post is in response to a comment chain that got too cumbersome. If the other participant chooses to engage, that’s fine by me. If not, then this post can still exist as a record of me rolling with the new terms of the discourse and providing the requested argument.

That’s just it, ALL YOU’VE DONE IS POINT AT HISTORY. History is not a good enough reason, times change. The current generation of the LGBT community doesn’t consider kink culture to be an intrinsically connected to them an their communities. I didn’t first get to really explore my identity in a fetish community, I did it in high school. We want to celebrate our identities WITHOUT automatically being connected to kinks and stuff. Give me a reason that’s NOT based on history.

Okay, how about the fact that the thesis of the original post is this:

Let people have their leather gear and celebrate queer history and culture.

and it explicitly references “queer people over 30.”

When you say “current generation of the LGBT community” and “we,” does that include LGBT people who are very much alive today who also happened to live through the history I’ve referenced?

Who do you think is supposedly showing up to Pride in fetish gear? I think it’s likely that the kind of people who want to be at Pride in fetish gear are living queer people who do consider kink culture to be intrinsically connected to themselves, their identities, and their communities. Are actual, living today, in this modern era, real human queer adults enough of an ahistorical reason to tolerate--not even include, we’re strictly talking tolerance--their fashion? “People over 30 who grew up in a different social atmosphere can have a different internal understanding of their own queerness” is a pretty low bar. By a metric of “only right now matters,” the actual living human being who show up to Pride should matter and be tolerated, otherwise you have a massive solidarity problem.

The reason I’ve been focused on history is that the OP is about history and the historical connection. I took your “I don’t understand” to mean that you were operating under the same framework of “history is relevant and important for understanding modernity.” If you want to have a different debate (not education, but debate) then it’s apt to move it away from the OP. And like I said, I could talk about queerness for ages.

The mainstream train of thought

[objects and outfits] are sex >> sex is private >> private belongs in the home and out of the eyes of the public

that I kept contextualizing within history isn’t actually confined to history, though. This is exactly the train of thought behind the modern criminalization/punishment of sex work, trans bathroom usage, homelessness, breastfeeding, naturalized citizenship for queer immigrants, queer PDA, bra straps on teenage girls, medical transition, etc. Modern normative society doesn’t care that you personally are not a kinkster; to them, queer people are all inherently disgusting and shouldn’t exist in public. It’s the most marginalized people of all who have railed and continue to rail against this, even right now in the modern day, in current times, in the world you are experiencing right this second.

Gay hiring discrimination wasn't even made federally illegal in the US until a matter of weeks ago. Whether you personally like it or not, degeneracy is the legacy of queerness. Saying history is irrelevant doesn't change that it's still here and it's still the very backbone of why it's important to stay engaged right now. I’m not saying people who show up to Pride today are intentionally protesting bathhouse raids of the 60′s, I’m saying that the issues they are protesting today stem from the issues of yesterday.

I kept stressing “individual disgust” because it ultimately doesn’t matter what your personal feelings are about the existence of leather gear at Pride. If you choose to opt out of the fundamental truth that Pride is a demonstration against historically-rooted queerphobia, that’s your prerogative. The OP literally says “you don’t have to be kinky to acknowledge and respect that [...] leather kink culture is inseparable from queer history.”

If you do acknowledge that leather kink culture is inseparable from queer history, then that’s all the post was asking of you. If you don’t understand, then history should be what’s being discussed, which is why I kept going back to it. And if you consider history to be irrelevant either way to the discussion you want to be having, then it really is a different discussion. And like I said, I can roll with that, but then it’s no longer actually related to the original thesis of the OP and therefore they should be let off the hook for having to host it.

Essentially:

these people exist today

these opinions exist today

these issues exist today

normative society is going to connect you to kink even if you’re not kinky and that’s not the fault of kinky people

you can’t actually stop others from making their lived histories relevant in how they dress at Pride today

are all points which are about the now times. “Times change,” on the other hand? Ahistorical in the sense that history does not demonstrate it except in very superficial ways.

And that’s not even getting into all the other details like the artificial construction of the public/private boundary along lines of institutional power, the disparate construction of decency/degeneracy between pericishetero sexuality and queer sexuality, or the smear campaigns against Pride events and kinkster participants intentionally manufactured to cause intracommunity schisms and depower queer advancement.

Like I said, you’re welcome to make your arguments on any of my posts about the history of Pride, kink, and queerness: kink discourse | pride discourse | respectability politics | that one wikipedia article on leather subculture

#1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #pride discourse #kink discourse #queer history

[degeneratekitten]

Breeding Woes (edited)

EDIT: I just wanted to make sure I gave credit to bitesized-degeneracy for posting this originally, I was hesitant to post at first because I’m not a big fan of tumblr, but it didnt take much for me to be convinced to make a blog.

This is a whump story, read the tags and don’t read if you don’t like it.  There is an alternate ending to this that I wanted to post, I only gave this one an ending so I could end it if I didn't have the inspiration to continue. Turns out I did have the inspiration and wrote the other ending.

!!!WARNING!!! READ TAGS BEFORE READING. BITTY TORTURE. DONT LIKE DON’T READ.

“Through a stroke of luck you’ve come into possession of pregnant pygmy bitty. Now all you have to do is put up with his misbehavior until he gives birth.”

“Thank you for taking him in, I just couldn’t handle him anymore.” The guilty face of the middle aged woman gave you pause. You felt slightly bad for her, after all, the snivelling pygmy in your arms, simply would not stop crying out to her.

“Mommy please, I’m sorry, I know I’m a bad bitty but I love you so much!” It cried, its swollen pregnant belly adding an extra layer of tragedy to this. The woman gave the bitty an exasperated, helpless look.

“Don’t cry Bud. This woman right here will take good care of you. She’s agreed to be your new mommy.” She started holding out a finger to wipe away “Bud’s” tears.

The bitty violently shook his head crying out. “No mommy please I’ll be a good bitty I promise!!!” The response was typical, a common phrase that the woman had no doubt heard a million times. Bitties tended to have a very limited amount of phrases that they shot out at times like this, “Bud’s” being the most common.

An exasperated sigh escaped from the woman's lips. She couldn't help but to turn her back away from the bitty her shoulders slumping into defeat. Instead of letting this charade continue on, you placed the  pregnant bitty into a small house.. “Don't worry Bud, I’ll take good care of you.” You assured the bitty, giving it a charming smile as you closed and locked the door, effectively sealing him in.

Turning back to the woman you continued your conversation. “It’s not a problem, I know how expensive pregnant bitties are. Let alone ones who misbehave as much as Bud. But I can guarantee that he’ll be taken care of while here.” You smiled, placing a hand on the poor woman’s shoulder as you led her to the door.

The woman let out a relieved sigh as soon as the lamia bitty was safely locked away. A few hours before the lamia had managed to slither its way into her purse before she left, causing her to come back an extra time. “Really I can’t thank you enough. My son just couldn’t handle him, with his pranks, his escapes, and whenever he would have his heats he would just say and do the worst things to my son.” She shuddered at the mention of the pygmy’s heat before continuing. “I just couldn’t let him be around my son for any longer. Then when he got pregnant.. Really it was just the last straw.” Shaking her head she smiled one last time at you before finishing. “But anyways I need to get to work, his little escape has already made me late. Goodbye.” She waved allowing you to say a quick goodbye before hurrying out the door. Leaving you alone with the cries of a pregnant pygmy.

As soon as the middle aged woman left you closed the door behind you, and glanced back at the bitty house the sounds of cries were coming from. From what the woman had been telling you earlier, this bitty was in serious need of training. Especially for during its heats.

The bitty in question was a stray, found by the woman's son during a storm. He was trapped inside of a plastic Tupperware container slowly filling with water. It had been holding on for dear life before being found. Apparently it had been abandoned, with useless, and slut scratched onto the container. Showing just how much it had angered the previous owner.

However despite having had a previous owner, the bitty in question was also quite disloyal. Quickly latching onto the son as his new “daddy”, while also having quite the proclivity to switch its love between the mother and son.

The most troubling part however was how it projected its sexual attention onto the son, constantly saying wildly inappropriate things to the son before, during, and after its heats. Humping, pleas for sex, and even attempting to wiggle its way towards the sons pants during these times not at all uncommon. During its last heat the mother had been so disgusted with “Bud’s” behavior that she had thrown him out the window during the night. Which had resulted in the bitty’s pregnant status.

Sighing to yourself you approached the bitty house, unlatching the door and giving the lamia a calculating look.

The clothes the bitty wore were stained with various things, mostly makeup that he’d apparently gotten into while inside the woman’s purse. The woman had commented on how expensive her makeup was, and just how much she would have to replace because of him, she also lamented on the loss of her bag, which had previously been white, but was now stained from the inside out with various hues of red and black. She hadn't been happy after reaching work to discover Bud had not only stowed away in her bag, but also tried to make himself “pretty” in an attempt to change mommy’s mind. His so called attempt to make himself pretty involved drawing flowers on his skull and tail in rouge, scribbling eyeliner onto the rims of his eye sockets, and staining his teeth and clothes in lipstick. The clothes in question that he’d ruined were actually rather nice, having previously been a nice white button up shirt with a cute blue bow tie in place of his signature blue handkerchief.

In addition there was also a rather disproportionate puddle of blue tears staining the floor of the bitty house. The floor was made out of smooth stone specifically for this type of situation. Many bitties found their way into your home, always in some state of distress, but you were nothing if not prepared. Reaching in with your gloved hand you gently picked up the pygmy, noting wryly to yourself the strange look it sent your way.

“You’re my new mommy?” It asked, showing its rather disloyal nature once again. You knew that you’d have to fix that little problem, and honestly it was something that would have to be done towards the end of your training.

You were a professional bitty trainer, your methods were “unique,” but also extremely effective. You took full advantage of the manufactured origin of bitties with your training. That didn't mean however that you were happy with just how much work Bud was going to be.

The history of bitties was actually rather unique, they had started out as a manufactured products, ones that had ended up as little more than a fad, and quickly fizzled out. The manufacturers of bitties had very quickly discontinued the product as liabilities of many bitties classified as more of a “protection” variety had been advertised very poorly, resulting in many unsuspecting families adopting dangerous bitties like pure bites, edgies, errors, and even poisonous varieties of lamia’s. There were very few disclaimers, and the company had been under the mistaken assumption that families would understand that the “protection” bitties were simply not meant to be family pets. 

After a disastrous wave of accidents, maulings, and even deaths at the hands of the protection variety bitty, the company found itself drowned in lawsuits. It very quickly was forced to declare bankruptcy before simply imploding from within and going out of business.

The bitties themselves were expected to completely disappear outside of niche communities who had managed to get a hold of the manufacturing process of the bitties, but as is the nature of products created by magic, the bitties surprisingly after about 5 years developed the ability to reproduce.

At first it was more of an asexual reproduction, but soon later generations of bitties developed the ability to reproduce sexually, developing heats, ectoplasmic genitals, and creating larger amounts of offspring than asexual reproduction could yield. Many studies dedicated to this anomaly were launched only to yield the same unsatisfying result. Magic is weird.

Despite the evolution of bitties however they still retained their “manufactured” traits. Their fierce dependency on caretakers had remained, their infantile and limited cognitive abilities, along with their seeming inability to stray from specific personalities that the original bitties were programmed with. Their newly formed ability to reproduce had caused quite the stir, and their numbers climbed to staggering rates, flooding the streets, and overrunning animal shelters. Soon they became one of the most common household pets with many stores from the original fad reopening to sell dedicated bitty products. Their quick evolution sparked a fierce debate as to whether or not they had basic human rights, however their childish nature and dependency remained the biggest obstacle for such rights.

Either way you made your money from breeding and training bitties for more specialized positions, seeing eye bitties were sorely needed, and you very specifically offered special deals for disabled children of struggling families. You yourself previously had a beloved Chain bitty that went with you everywhere. Bitties were some of the easiest to train simply taking advantage of the “programmable” nature of bitties to made the process easiest.

As for your interest in Bud, despite the fact that bitties could reproduce now, it was still rather difficult to find one that could reproduce in captivity. Which was why this new bitty was so interesting to you. It looked as if his clutch would be one of the biggest you’d ever seen, furthermore this was his first.

Grinning down at the pregnant lamia you brought him closer to you. “Yes, I’m your new mommy.” You stated a genuine loving smile gracing your lips, watching as the lamia’s eyes widened in wonder. Quickly the sniveling pygmy erupted into chatter, tears no longer streaming down its face. You listened to his mindless chatter, stunned by how quickly it had gotten over his previous “mommy.” You’d been prepared to spend a long time bonding with him in an attempt to form at least some trust. 

“You’re not upset anymore?” You asked carefully, taking your hand and moving the lamia’s skull in your hand and moving it side to side to examine the flowers on his skull. 

A sad look crossed the baby blues face “I’m still sad, but I know you’ll take care of me. After all, I am the greatest. Mwehehe.” He laughed, looking at you confidently. 

Shaking your head in disbelief at the pygmy’s answer you started walking towards the bathroom, making a decision to get the pregnant lamia cleaned up before continuing. You continued asking the pygmy simple questions, such as what his favorite food was, his favorite music, what he liked to read. Unsurprisingly many of the questions were the standard pygmy responses, the same answers you’d heard from countless pygmies.

His excited chatter didn't stop at all, and you really weren't the talking type so you let him speak, while you cleaned him up. Although your annoyance at the repeated phrase of “Mwehehe” grew as the bath went on.

After the little guys bath you didn't immediately give him clothes, you had to search for clothes that would fit his pregnant frame, the size of this lamia’s clutch was decidedly incredibly huge simply due to the fact that it was even distending his belly and not just limiting itself to his tail. You really couldn't wait for him to give birth to his clutch, after all properly trained lamia bitties were worth quite a pretty penny. Furthermore it was clear that you would have to wait to start the baby blue’s training after he gave birth.

However many problems arose after the first greeting, ones that you’d never had with previous pygmies. 

You thought that you could let him roam for a bit to get used to his new surroundings, but quickly it became apparent “just” how misbehaved this bitty was.

He did not stop talking, not an entirely unusual trait for pygmies, but he always spoke over you, interrupting your sentences when you did decide to speak, and getting upset if you talked for even a little bit longer than normal. You corrected him a lot, scolding him for interrupting you, and giving him time outs when he refused to stop. However none of it seemed to help, and unfortunately corporal punishment was simply off the table as long as he was pregnant.

He peed everywhere, really it was quite astonishing how resolute he was in “not” using the bitty toilet. You tried asking him why he didn't like using the toilet only to be given what the bitty thought was a “cute” laugh.

“Mwehehe. Awww, I didn't mean to mommy it was an accident!” Or “The bathrooms just so far away, carry me mommy!” And even. “But then I would have to stop having fun!”

Despite your best attempts at trying to convince Bud to use the bathroom in the bitty house, it became apparent that he simply enjoyed “marking” a trait typical of stray bitties.After about 5 days you ended up having to discard the bitty house you had for him, and instead moved him to an easily cleanable enclosure you usually kept baby bitties in. Which led to your next problems. 

He threw tantrums. Phrases such as  “MOMMY IS THE WORST!!!” or “I HATE YOU MOMMY!” and even “GIVE IT TO ME!” Were common. 

He would throw himself onto the floor wailing and crying, and when you tried to approach to calm him down he would often bite, scratch, and hit you in his tantrums. He seemed to know just how much you were holding back on punishing him because of his pregnant status and seemed to take pleasure in pushing the boundaries of your tolerance.

Furthermore, he was an escape artist. If you had to leave for even a moment you would typically leave him with plenty of activities that he would enjoy, puzzles, coloring books, mini i-pads, and lots of books. In spite of this he seemed to find escaping to be the best puzzle and short of duct taping a lid over his enclosure would result in him finding a way to escape, usually to try and cause trouble in what he thought was a “cute” or “helpful” way. He would try and do your dishes, usually as an apology for throwing a tantrum, breaking most of them or using dangerous chemicals in cleaning. He would try and cook, usually setting something on fire as a result. He would draw all over books, using markers, and pens on books and ripping out pages to make hats and swords. Usually ones he would proudly give to you saying “Mommy I made this for you.” You found yourself having to hold back your anger in attempting to explain just how bad the things he was doing were, but he was incredibly petulant, refusing to admit mistakes and seeming to get stuck in a loop of typical responses.

He was a horrible prankster, or rather, his pranks were dangerous and destructive. He liked to set “traps” up that would oftentimes lead to nasty falls and deep cuts. He blubbered whenever he saw you get hurt, but would usually follow up with blaming you in childish petulant tones, rather than being sorry for setting up dangerous “pranks.”

There was even one instance in which he left you crying for a solid hour. He had somehow gotten a hold of your previous Chain bitties dust, and dumped it out the window, exclaiming proudly to himself. “Mwehehe! I’ve given him a proper funeral! You can rest easy Sir Clementine!”

Perhaps that instant is when you’d truly gotten fed up with him, as while you were crying into the empty urn he simply couldn't understand your grief and in response tried to be what he thought was “comforting.” 

“Mwe, Mommy don’t be sad! It was bad to keep him in a jar! He had to be free!”

You’d managed to hold your anger and grief at that moment, but your resistance to him couldn't last for long, as after weeks of torment he finally did something that caused you to snap.

“Mommy! Drugs are bad, I got rid of them for you! Mwehehe” He exclaimed, grinning at your stunned look. Proudly leaning over the toilet as he flushed your medication. At least five bottles of medication with birth control packet littering the floor. Four of which bottles contained your medicine for a deadly congenital condition.

Your face paled as you saw the pills going down the drain, dread at how you might not make it through the week and anger at his incredibly thoughtless action. Your mind stalled and the proud grin of the pygmy seared itself into your mind. It was as if all the torment he’d subjected you to in the past 4 weeks came flooding back to you, the forefront of which was your beloved Chain bitties dust. You nearly bashed him into the door, before an icy calm feeling flooded your mind and suddenly a chilling plan flew into your mind.

“Bud… Do you know what you just did?” You asked calmly, staring at the gigantic form of the pregnant bitty. He was undoubtedly ready to give birth any day now.

Bud grinned at you placing a fist proudly on his chest. “I, the great Bud! Have saved you from the evils of drugs! You don’t have to worry I will help you through this terrible time!” He stated, causing your eyebrow to twitch involuntary. Slowly inching forwards you shook your head.

“No Bud, what you did was very bad. Mommy needed those “drugs” you got rid of.” You said quietly, causing Bud to falter, but ultimately double down on his actions, completely sure that he could do no wrong.

“No! They were drugs, and all drugs are bad! That's what daddy used to say! But you don't have to worry momma! I’ll make sure they can’t hurt you anymore!” He exclaimed looking at you with stars in his eyes.

Rubbing your eyes you felt a headache coming on, as you walked forward to pick up the bottles and trash that Bud had dropped to the floor. Luckily it seemed like he was careless and had dropped enough pills that you could last for a few days while you sorted out getting more.

“My doctor gave me these Bud.” You said, watching a look of uncertainty cross Bud’s face. “Drugs given by a doctor aren’t bad. They’re actually very good. They’re medicine.” You explained, picking up the remaining pills on the floor and putting them in their corresponding bottle. “In fact four of these bottles had medicine that keep mommy healthy.”

“Mweh?” Bud said, looking very confused. “But daddy sai-”

“ENOUGH!” You shouted, slamming the bottles onto the bathroom counter with a resounding bang. Bud flinched at this, looking at you with fright.

“I can’t believe how selfish you are!” You bellowed, quickly grabbing Bud by the tail and whipping him in front of your face. He tried to talk over you but you were simply too overbearing.

“I’ve tolerated your behavior up until now! Mostly because of your clutch! BUT THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!” You shouted, shaking Bud violently in your hands, causing him to cry out in pain.

“MOMMY YOU’RE HURTING ME!!!” He shouted, tears starting to form in his eyes, and a putrid stench emanating from him as a blue liquid dribbled down his tail running over your hand and his face on its journey to the floor.

“UGH!” You shouted, thoroughly disgusted that he would piss on you. Quickly flinging him into the toilet and shoving the lid shut. You planted your foot firmly on the toilet as you contorted yourself to wash your hands. Splashing, crying, and weak pushes came from under your foot as you ran the water. You sat glowering at the toilet once you were done.

You had so many calls to make and certainty weren't in the mood to deal with him so you quickly ran out of the bathroom and grabbed a roll of duct tape. Returning to the toilet only to see Bud gasping as he attempted to climb over the toilet seat onto the floor. 

Sneering you grabbed Bud’s skull pushing him right back into the toilet, holding the lid shut as you taped it closed. Preventing him from escaping. You heavily sat down on the seat afterwards, putting your face in your hands and screaming into them, pointedly ignoring the plea’s that came from the toilet.

It took awhile for you to calm down enough to think about what needed to be done. You couldn't let Bud’s, misbehavior continue for any longer. Hell you could barely look at him anymore. You had wanted to wait for a natural birth but it didn't look like that was possible anymore. Taking a deep breath you grabbed your phone, and the nearly empty bottles of medicine, first thing was first, you needed refills. Bud was one thing, but this, this was a matter of life and death for you.

----

A few phone calls, and a trip to the doctors brought you home with a week's supply of three of your pills. You would have to sort out the details of the fourth with your insurance company, and most likely would have to visit the pharmacy every day at noon to get your dosage for the day of the fourth in the meantime.

It took quite a while of mental preparation but eventually, you made your way back into the bathroom to finally let Bud out of the toilet. Taking a deep breath, you ripped the duct tape off the toilet, slowly opening the lid, to see and smell a sorry sight. 

Bud looked absolutely despondent, as he sat in the water of the toilet, a deep blue colour swirling all around him, as a few glops of feces floated around him too. He looked up at you with fear, and hope in his eyes, reaching out his hands to be picked up.

“Mommy why did you leave me!” He asked, causing you to roll your eyes, anger and disgust flashing in your eyes.

“Save it!” You stated, pulling out a box of floss from your medicine cabinet and holding a long thread over the toilet. “Hold on to this, we’re going to clean you up.” You sneered, watching Bud all but ignore the string as he struggled to leave the toilet, tears starting to run down his face. “Mommy up!” He demanded, holding his filthy digits out to you, he looked on the verge of a tantrum, one you wouldnt be tolerating.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You asked, glaring at the now confused bitty.

“We’re going to the bathtub right?” He said, looking even more confused, but even more insistently pushing his arms up in a gesture of “up.”

You laughed at him coldly. “HA! You think a bitty as awful as you get to have a nice hot bath? Fat chance!” You stated, wiggling the string to get his attention. “Hold onto the string.” You started again, before closing the lid of the toilet again, and pushing the flush valve.

“MOMMY!” Bud cried out alarmed and frightened by the sudden action. The string suddenly pulled tight against your hand. “MOMMY HELP ME!” You heard again, as he strained against the lid.

“We’re cleaning up a piece of shit” You said coldly, all love and tolerance for this bitty having dissolved the moment he dumped your Chains ashes. “Maybe if we’re lucky it’ll be better once we’re done?”

“NO MOMMY! MO*Gasp* MMY! MO *gasp gurgle* MMY! MOOOO*gasp, gurgle*OOOOMMMY!*gurgle*” Bud cried desperately, frequently getting a mouthful of water as he strained to escape. He did manage to lift the lid and poke his head out desperately during the process, only to have his head shoved back in and you sit on the lid. His cries continued, even after about 5 flushes, before you finally let him out.

He wasn't much cleaner after the process, only shivering, and waterlogged, but a large portion of piss was washed away. He looked at you with a betrayed look. 

“Mommy why?” He asked pitifully as you reached down with a gloved hand to pick him up.

“You know why.” You clipped out, grimacing as he started to snivel and desperately cling to your hand. 

“Mommy please I promise I’ll be good, I prooooomise! Don’t flush meeeeeeeee.” He wailed, causing you to fling him into the sink with a wet thud. He wailed harder, really you were more surprised that he hadn't given birth yet, you were trying so hard after all. It looked like you’d need more stimulus to force his labour.

“You’ve promised me that so many times, I don't believe you.” Really it wasn’t a lie, after every tantrum, mistake, and pissing he would always promise the same thing. You had never really believed him, he would never change on his own, but his pregnant state had prevented you from stressing him too much. Now it just didn't matter, the clutch was coming today whether he was ready or not, and after that, well if you just trained him instead of dusting him he would be incredibly lucky.

Bud looked shocked at your response, as if he’d never considered that you wouldn't forgive him. He didn't have a lot of responses though so he continued to snivel, sprinkling in pretty words to try and sway you.

“But I love you mommy! And I know you love me too! Please mommy forgive me!” He blubbered, not seeming to notice when you turned on the sink.

Ignoring his attempts, you got out a pair of scissors, cutting his clothes off, making extra sure to destroy his favorite blue neckerchief. Of course he wailed and flailed trying to get you to stop, but in the long run he only managed to get you to accidentally cut a piece of his tail off. 

“AHHHHHHH!!!!!” He screamed, much to your annoyance.

“Well it's your own damn fault for struggling so much!” You screamed, violently ripping the remains of his shredded clothes off his body. His wails didn't stop.

“MOMMY IT HURTS!!!!” You were getting so sick of his screams, so much so that instead of responding, you balled his remaining clothes up and stuck them in his wailing mouth. Earning a muffled scream.

His tears came back in full force, as he clutched at the dusting flesh of his tail, what looked like blood congealed over the cut, the bits that dripped off turning to dust. Grimacing at the sight you reached for a bottle of soap on the counter, generously lathering the baby blue’s engorged form. Then none to gently rubbed the soap into his wound, earning a long muffled scream from Bud. Really the relative silence was a blessing for you, furthermore you didn't even have to worry about him destroying something again because he was right in front of you.

He tried to push your hands away, but it wasn't good enough, so instead he tried to remove the cloth from his mouth. Clawing desperately at the piss soaked clothes, gagging noises coming from his form. Just as he was about to wrench the cloth free however, you savagely shoved him under the ice cold water that had finally reached a high enough point in the sink. You held him there for a good while watching as he flailed desperately against your hand. Bringing him back up you were amused at his attempts to cough, watching him choke against the cloth instead. You waited for the moment just before he caught his breath to shove him back under. Making sure that all of the soap was off of him before bringing him back up again.

His heaves and cries, gave way to more shudders, as you finally saw your desired effect. His clutch was coming.

Grinning wildly to yourself you gripped him around his torso, holding him up to your face.

“It's about damn time, I can't believe you made me wait so long for this.” You stated, quickly wrapping him up in a towel and shuffling him out to the pre-prepared birthing room you’d made just for him. The change in demeanor was quite shocking, and Bud was thrown for a loop when you suddenly started cradling him and cooing about how good he was.

“Awww let me take that out for you.” You stated in the kindest voice you could choke out, restraining yourself from torturing the little shit more. You might have needed to stress him out to get him to go into labor, but now, now you needed him less stressed. You gently removed the cloth from his mouth, throwing the bundle into the trash and gently stroking the pygmies back as shudders wracked through his body.

“Mommy? Mommy it hurts? Did you do this?” He asked, warily looking at you, as you set him down in a soft nest of blankets he himself had prepared during his nesting phase.

“Sweety you’re giving birth! You’re gonna be a mother.” You said, mustering as much enthusiasm as you could. You sounded incredibly forced, but the stupid pygmy didnt notice, because instead of being angry, he grew excited eyes beginning to sparkle, the stupid thing had already forgotten the torture he’d suffered. You were astonished how quickly his demeanor changed, but pushed that thought aside when his body was wracked with more shudders. YOu let him slither deeper into the nest of blankets, letting out coo’s and praises as he slowly started pushing out the first of many eggs.

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It took nearly a whole night for Bud to finish his birth, many times you needed to feed him monster candy to help heal some damage the larger eggs did on his body. The first clutch a bitty produced was never usually viable, so you were pleasantly surprised to find that most of his eggs were intact. Bud was fast asleep, curled around his staggering clutch of 36 eggs. You were even more surprised just how many eggs he’d yielded. Your previous brood mother’s record was 15, Bud’s clutch was nearly the maximum most Lamia’s were known for producing.

Alas your surprise could only stay for so long, and the searing hatred you felt for the lamia came back in full force. Staring disdainfully at Bud,  you started really debating the pro’s and cons of keeping such a troublesome bitty. You knew how profitable he was, but was he really worth it, could you really stand to look at him after what he’d done? What he’d done was similar to what edgies were known to do, but with edgies, you’d at least had the ability to “prepare.”

The answer eventually came out to no, and with that revelation you very quickly, very quietly moved all the viable eggs to an incubator, leaving about 6 deformed and cracked eggs in front of the bitty.

Eventually the pygmy stirred, looking in front of him, quickly becoming distressed as the sight of only 6 eggs, he started wailing again much to your annoyance, shouting out. “Mommy my eggs! My eggs are gone!”

Rolling your eyes you grabbed him by the tail, picking him up, then picking up one of the deformed eggs and making sure to wave it in front of his face. “You want your eggs so bad. Here.” You said, before shoving the deformed egg into his mouth. 

Shock and panic flashed across his face, as he tried to stop your hands, but you were too strong for him, and despite his resistance you eventually made him swallow it.

He choked and sobbed, trying to reach into his own mouth for the egg, but you didn't give him that long, as you grabbed another and repeated the process. He flailed harder, trying to bite you, and he even drew blood, but you really didn't care. Standing you held onto him in a crushing grip, breaking a rib or two in the process, searching around for a roll of duct tape, you eventually found one and sat back down next to the remaining eggs.

“You know I really should just feed them all to you.” You stated, watching the pygmy as he cried and begged. “NO MOMMY PLEASE! PLEASE DON’T KILL THEM!!! I LOVE YOU!!!” You narrowed your eyes at his pleas, before a cold smirk graced your lips. “But you said you wanted your eggs… Could it be that you want to give birth again?” You chuckled not letting him respond, before you taped him down, making sure to have his limbs spread out and tail held firmly still. 

He wailed more. “Mommy I don’t like this, please let me go! I have to find my eggs!”

“Don’t worry Bud I’m giving you your eggs.” You stated, before picking up one of the remaining 4 deformed eggs and shoving it slowly, painfulling, back into Bud’s cloaca.

His screams were incredibly loud, louder than any he’d done before, he tried very hard to struggle, but with the duct tape holding him in place he couldn't resist. The egg ended up breaking and leaving a goopy mess all over the place, causing you to frown and chide Bud. “That's no good sweetie, your struggling broke it. We’ll have to try again.”

“NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” He screamed, as you started to push another egg up his cloaca, this one did manage to go in, but the shivers wracking the bitties body didn't spell anything good, the edges of his cloaca were beginning to dust, goop and shell bits leaked from the orifice. Bud had stopped communicating, only sobbing uncontrollable. You didn’t stop though, you grabbed another egg and repeated the process, becoming a little satisfied with yourself when it didn't break once inside.

There was one more egg left and you planned to do the same thing with it, but first.

“Do you know why this is happening?” You asked, watching as Bud shivered and stared at you with tear filled sockets. He shook his head. “N-n-n-n-nnnooooooooo!” He shouted.

“I don't know why you would do this to me mommy! I love you! You love me too!” He stammered, asserting the last bit with such certainty that it made your stomach roll. 

“Idiot, I don’t love you, I just wanted your clutch.” You stated, before carefully shoving the last egg into his cloaca. You managed to firmly fit it in there, before grabbing more duct tape and covering his cloaca. After a moment of just watching him squirm and struggle to push the eggs out again, you firmly grabbed his torso, and violently ripped him up from the floor.

The duct tape was firm enough on the ground that it kept his arms and tail on the ground as you ripped upwards, detaching his torso and head from his arms and tail. Immediately he burst into dust, a few bits of egg shell remaining in the mess.

Staring down at the mess you made, you wrly thought to yourself. 

“I suppose I’ll just have to tell your old family you died giving birth.”

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[the-daily-tizzy]

SADDER WORDS COULD NOT BE WRITTEN

“Truth will ultimately prevail where there is pains taken to bring it to light"  ~ George Washington

The person who wrote this is unknown but there is much food for thought. This is all very disturbing. 

Please read the whole essay.  

Sadly, it's true!

It appears everything in Washington is crooked and on the take. 

Not just Congress but the FBI, the CIA, the Justice Department, the Pentagon, the Generals, literally everyone in Washington including those in the past administration. 

Add to all this Silicon Valley and the social media, cable news, a biased media, and foreign intervention.  

These groups amalgamated to become the Deep State.

President Trump didn't have a chance. 

He walked into this mess four years ago and tried to clean the swamp. 

But the swamp monster ate him alive piece by piece starting on Day 1. 

Unfortunately his actions over the past few weeks in disputing the election had a small roll for the events at the capital. 

All the good he did over the past four years wiped away .

He's a marked man for the rest of his life.

So where does he go now? 

Where can he live? 

What is the impact on his family. 

As one top general said yesterday, he's a great leader without a country.

The changes that are coming will have time to affect senior citizens and will impact their children and grandchildren.

The coronavirus impact on our country is mild compared to what lies ahead.

Now you understand why there was never any action against the Clinton's or Obama.

- How they destroyed emails and evidence and phones and servers,

- How they spied and wiretapped,

- How they lied to the FISA Court,

- Had conversations on the tarmac, sent emails to cover their asses after key meetings,

- How Comey and Brennan and Clapper never were brought to any justice,

-How the FBI and CIA lied, how the Steele Dossier was passed along,

- How phones got factory reset,

- How leak after leak to an accomplice media went unchecked, 

- Why George Soros is always in the shadows,

- Why they screamed Russia and pushed a sham impeachment,

- Why no one ever goes to jail,

- Why no one is ever charged,

- Why nothing ever happens.

- Why there was no wrongdoing in the FISA warrants,

- Why the Durham report was delayed.

- Why Hunter will walk Scot free. (Diaper wearing Joe will give his whole family pardons)

- Why the FBI sat on the laptop.

- Why the Biden's connection to China was overlooked and then they unleashed the perfect weapon, - a virus that could be weaponized politically to bring down the greatest ever economy and usher in unverifiable mail in voting.

Why the media is 24/7 propaganda and lies,

- Why up is down and down is up, right is wrong and wrong is right.

- Why social media silences the First Amendment and speaks over the President of the United States.

This has been the plan by the Deep State all along. 

They didn't expect Trump to win in 2016. 

He messed up their plans. 

Delayed it a little. 

They weren't about to let it happen again. 

COVID-19 was weaponized, Governors helped shut down their states, the media helped shame and kill the economy, and the super lucky unverifiable mail in ballots were just the trick to make sure the career politician allegedly with hands in Chinese payrolls that couldn't finish a sentence or collect a crowd, miraculously became the most popular vote recipient of all time.

You have just witnessed a coup, the overthrow of the US free election system, the end of our constitutional republic, and the decline of capitalism into the slide toward socialism. 

What will happen next?

Expect the borders to open up. 

Increased immigration. 

Expect agencies like CBP and INS and Homeland Security to be muzzled or even deleted.   

Law enforcement will see continued defunding. 

The electoral college will be gone. 

History erased. 

Two Supreme Court Justices might be removed. 

The Supreme Court will be packed. 

Your 2nd Amendment will be attacked. 

If you have a manufacturing job or oil industry job, get ready. 

If you run a business, brace for impact. 

Maybe you'll be on the hook for slavery reparations, or have your suburbs turned into Section  8 housing. 

Your taxes are going to go up, and businesses will pay more. 

I could go on and on.

There is no real recovery from this. 

The elections from here on will be decided by New York, Illinois, and California.

The Republic will be dead. 

Mob rule and appeasement will run rampant. 

The candidate who offers the most from the Treasury will get the most votes. 

But the votes voted won't matter, just the ones received and counted. 

That precedent has been set. 

"Benjamin Franklin was walking out of Independence Hall after the Constitutional Convention in 1787, when someone shouted out, 'Doctor, what have we got? A republic or a monarchy?'

“Franklin responded, ‘A republic, if you can keep it.’"

Ladies and gentlemen, you will now lose your Republic. 

You turned from God. 

You turned from family. 

You turned from country. 

You embraced degeneracy culture. 

You celebrated and looked to fools. 

You worshiped yourselves selfishly as you took for granted what men died to give you. 

You disregarded history and all it teaches. 

On your watch, America just died a little. 

It's likely she'll never be the same again. 

Some of you have no idea what you've done. 

Sadly, some of you do.

And who has the guts to share this with friends and family that voted for Biden?

"A lie doesn't become truth, wrong doesn't become right and evil doesn't become good just because it's accepted by a majority"~ Booker T. Washington