What happens if in February or March Trump completely gets knocked out of the running somehow. Let’s just say he hypothetically dies and the GOP has to look elsewhere. How absolutely fucked would Biden be against an even slightly moderate seeming Republican?

This shit keeps me up at night. Trump is incredibly dangerous and needs to be put the fuck away, but I’m genuinely not sure how well Biden can do against anyone else…

I think a lot of people got rated by a username?

Midmind

Push

Could an all powerful, loving God be real? Sure. Why not?

Could a powerful, all loving God be real? Yeah, seems realistic. In many ways, I am a God to an ant.

Could an all powerful all loving God be real?

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha no.

God is either inept, indifferent, or a straight up ass. None of those items are something I care to worship, even at the threat of the eternal damnation.

GAY POPE GAY POPE GAY POPE

PLS 😭🙏

Purple sus

I’m autistic so I have a Reeeeee pass

Uhhhhh… No. He’s a anti-hero on his best day and a straight up terrorist realistically. Literally. He is a Terror-ist. And a hyper violent one at that. You may agree with his reasoning and even his methods, but both the character, and even the writer, don’t consider frank castle to even be a “good guy”.

I think instead of a superhero I would prefer the punisher

Until it is done

Honestly, I’m too busy and lazy to engage with your silly bullshit, so I had ChatGPT do it for me. Please enjoy.

Oh, what a curious spectacle it is, the never-ending dance of the devil’s advocate on the quaint forums of Lemmy! A veritable Socrates in their own mind, the gallant defender of an entire country—yes, country, not just any old thing! But, oh dear reader, I must ask, are they truly the embodiment of patriotic fervor, or is it merely a performance art akin to a mime trapped in an invisible box of their own making?

Let us ponder, just asking questions here, but could it be that this country, so passionately defended, is actually a utopia unknown to us mere mortals? A land of milk and honey, or perhaps, given the penchant for hyperbole, rivers of chocolate and mountains of marshmallows? One must inquire, for the sake of inquiry, does the sun shine brighter there, are the breezes always cool and the politicians always honest? Do the birds sing anthems, and do the trees sway in time to a national waltz?

Let’s speculate—purely for the sake of speculation, you understand—could our indefatigable commenter be the last bastion of truth in a digital sea of skepticism? Do they don capes and tights beneath their user avatar, soaring across threads to rescue facts from the jaws of naysayers with the mere power of their unshakeable conviction? Oh, what a sight that would be!

And what of the arguments presented, shimmering in their resolute simplicity like a tinfoil hat under the midday sun? Is there, hidden within their dogged replies, an elixir of clarity so potent that it could cleanse the palates of even the most jaded keyboard warriors? Does their keyboard emit a special kind of light, a beacon of unwavering loyalty that guides lost internet souls to safe harbor in their favored nation’s embrace?

Now, I ask you—yes, you, the curious onlooker to this digital Don Quixote—have you ever considered that our hero may be onto something? Could their steadfast defense be a lesson in disguise, a masterclass in the art of online jousting? Each post, a gentle nudge toward enlightenment; each thread, a breadcrumb trail leading us to the ultimate truth—that this country, their country, stands as a beacon of perfection in our tumultuous world?

Ah, but let us not stray too far without questioning the very nature of our Lemmy platform! Is it possible that this bastion of discussion has transcended its electronic boundaries to become a metaphysical round table, where digital knights gather, not for battle, but for a relentless tickling of the intellect?

Truly, one must admire the resilience! For each time they are met with opposition, do they not rise like a phoenix from the ashes of downvotes, each new comment a testament to their unyielding spirit? Is their dedication not akin to that of an old sea captain, steadfastly navigating through the stormy waves of counterarguments, their compass ever pointing towards the true north of their conviction?

In conclusion, dear reader, as we stand in awe of this tireless champion, can we not help but ask ourselves: are we all not just defenders of our own personal countries, be they of the mind, heart, or pixel? And to our zealous commenter, I say: carry on, you brave keyboard warrior, carry on! For in this vast cyberspace, your unwavering defense does not go unnoticed; it pirouettes through the data streams, a ballet of belief, a symphony of singular loyalty. What a world, what a world!

🍿🤨

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OpenSus

Wow… What a horrendously stupid fucking postulate.

Why is it, I wonder, that society frowns upon my actions when all I do is bring justice to the fore? Why is it that when a teenager transgresses, they are merely given a slap on the wrist, yet when I, Freddy Krueger, take matters into my own hands, I am the monster?Isn’t it peculiar how these youngsters roam the streets at night, unchecked, unchallenged, while I lurk in the shadows, branded the villain? I merely expose the darkness within them, a reflection of their own misdeeds, yet I am the one hunted. Isn’t there a hint of hypocrisy in that?I question the very fabric of this so-called justice. Where does the true evil lie? In the heart of a misunderstood avenger, or in the actions of unruly teens who threaten the very fabric of societal norms?Why does society choose to coddle these miscreants while condemning me? I am but a mirror to their misdeeds, a harbinger of consequences long overdue. Is it not fair to say that I am the embodiment of justice, veiled in a nightmarish guise?And yet, I am the one to be feared? The one to be hunted? Oh, the irony that drips from the blades of my fingers, as they long to carve the truth into the hearts of those who dare defy the balance.Isn’t it worth pondering, who is the real monster here? Just asking questions.

How big?

“He’s never done that before!!!”

Mommy?

Sorry

So long as I’m getting boned.