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abc [he/him, comrade/them] @hexbear.net 2y ago

can't imagine not being an unaffiliated voter so you can go "hmm dealer's choice" whenever you go to your polling station and they ask you what ballot you want

abc [he/him, comrade/them] @hexbear.net 2y ago

thanks babe I've missed you I'm watching the Muppets Movie rn and was gonna post The Magic Store...

Someday you'll find it, the Rainbow Connection...the lovers, the dreamers and...

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abc [he/him, comrade/them] @hexbear.net 2y ago

If we are all cringe we should all be banned

please mods i am begging you...

abc [he/him, comrade/them] @hexbear.net 2y ago

they will all be trash tragically

abc [he/him, comrade/them] @hexbear.net 2y ago

oh no he's kinda my type...........thank god he's beyond the 5 year age gap or I'd be like "hey what's his number"

abc [he/him, comrade/them] @hexbear.net 2y ago

That's right.

Always think of this great (rare) FB post back from when Florence hit NC as it sums up exactly this.

Two nights ago I called Alyeesha -- a friend of a friend who had stayed at my house a few years ago when she was escaping a bad relationship. She lives Down East, back in her hometown in Carteret County, in a small one-room house that was her grandma’s sharecropping cabin. She rents the cabin from the man who now owns the land; it is not hers. I’ve been there once. She had a mattress on the floor, a sofa from a Rent-a-Center, and a picture of her grandmother on the wall. I wanted to let her know that if she was evacuating from the hurricane, there was a sofa waiting for her here.
“Naw, I’m going to ride it out,” she said.
Everyone I know Down East and on the shore is riding it out. For a few it’s bravado, but for most of them, it’s… it’s just that they can’t go. There aren’t enough seats in the car, or there is no car, or the car is busted. There are too many babies or too many old folks. There are jobs that won’t be held for them if they can’t make it back in a few days; there are paychecks that haven’t yet cleared; there are food stamps that ran out last week. And there isn’t enough money in anyone’s damn bank account.
But you know, we all love a good hurricane. We fetishize storms. We are glued to our televisions and we are refreshing our screens. We talk about the wind speed, we marvel at the tattered piers. It’s almost like we want it. Truth is, I think Alyeesha and all my friends are going to be just fine during this hurricane. After all, as terrifying as it is, we know it’s not Florence that is wreaking havoc on North Carolina. It’s everything that comes later; it’s everything after the storm; it’s everything that was before.
We know that it is the slow seep of the water back down from the mountains, spreading itself out of its riverbed path, breaking itself out the creeks and cricks, rushing itself off the pavement of the cities and going Down East. It’s water swallowing up crops and homes and pigs -- we know this slow seep and we know that it is not just water; we know it is poverty.
The hurricane is the drama, the excitement that we need. We gather bottled water, toilet paper, snacks. It’s something we can do, something we can prepare for. We like the idea of bracing ourselves against wind; we feel enraptured, intoxicated, instinctual, alive. Our lives can be so mundane. So we watch, we watch, we watch. We gorge on hurricanes.
But the flood that we know is coming is something to look away from; something we try not to speak of. It is smeared red clay up living room walls. It’s stalled out Buicks getting their last rust. It’s somebody’s work tools sinking into the river. It’s humid air plastering an old Myrtle Beach t-shirt onto a body as it shovels filthy toys into trash bags. It is mud and muck and poverty. And we know it is coming. It is all very predictable. And we will look away.
Poverty has always been a flood and not a hurricane. It’s always been a slow rolling disaster, with muddy gray water under an incongruent bright blue sky. It’s always been a slow build of mold between generations, of people making do with babies in faded red milk crates being floated on mattresses down city streets. Look away.
Poverty is slow. It’s a looming light bill and a long wait on child support. It’s the uncomfortable plastic chairs at DSS and the caseworkers who don’t make eye contact. It’s the ten months of pregnancy with no insurance and lying to the doctor about the cramps because you can’t afford a referral. It’s the long wait in jail because you can’t afford bail and long Christmas days when you can’t afford presents. It’s the long nights with the heat out and the long calls trying to reach the landlord. It’s the hours in detention after your own boss at the meat processing plant calls immigration on you and the long stare you give him while he hires your cousin for less money under the table. Sometimes poverty is even the long last minutes trying to get through the locked door at the Hamlet Chicken Plant. So we look away.
Poverty is predictable. It’s the predictability of underfunded schools and outdated textbooks. It’s the predictability of an entire two generations of fathers and mothers being locked up and their left-behind children staring cold-eyed and speaking tight-lipped during the Pledge at school. It’s the predictability of legislators turning their heads and hog waste and coal ash breaching levees. It’s the predictability that after the storm we will arrest the looters who spent their last dollars on gas when prices surged up 50 cents before the storm. The predictability of all this makes us look like fools, like forty-something men wanting twenty-something wives. And we are embarrassed by it all. We will look away and not say a thing.
We don’t have to look because we know where the flood waters will go. They will follow a slow, predictable path. We know who lives in low lying areas, we know what neighborhoods are south of the tracks. From Appalachia down, every town has Hillers and Creekers and floodplains read like economic and racial maps.
Alyeesha has the grit to make it through the storm, but after the winds pass and the bottled water gets loaded back up, she knows that people’s attention will just move on. Jim Cantore does not come for poverty.
Alyeesha’s little house may be flooded out, she may lose everything. There is no insurance company to call; her landlord may just tell her he can’t do nothing, just move along. Her friend who drives her to work may not be able to come to get her, she may lose her job. She will be left standing in the still waters of America, brown water on her brown legs, on land that was not her grandmothers and is not hers, with no place but my sofa to go.
But that’s the predictable slow drip of poverty. All your life you are just watching the water rise, knowing no one is coming to get you: after all, they told you to get out.

https://www.facebook.com/gwenskeptical/posts/pfbid02p7mPmZqXLVSkt1WN3ZNgsN3W3XhoksT3qtNJ3Xz8FgeS9Dsu56gr14XPZ9XL2NbCl

abc [he/him, comrade/them] @hexbear.net 2y ago

I'm sure I don't need to tell a fellow East Coast resident but please stay safe, it literally did just drop below 900mb and seems to be following the 12z HAFS-B model pretty closely which has maintaining the CAT 5 strength as it grows bigger throughout tomorrow.

Definitely bring the recycling bins inside if you can, that was always the worst part of post-hurricane cleanup growing up imo because my dad would just slap one of those carabiner tie-down straps over the lid and go

when I'd be like "hey shouldn't we drag those into the garage since you know...the garage has so much empty space....". Of course, it would be me who had to go chase the bin down and pick up all the glass/cans/wet cardboard/etc that had spilled out into everyone else's yard as soon as the sun started shining again.

Have a go bag ready too - especially given where you are! Again, I'm sure this is all common sense to you given where you're located but the last thing you want to have to do is try to get your essentials/can't leave behind valuables together in the dark as the power goes out and there's water coming into your home.

Stay safe comrade!!! Worry not about the pictures or Hexbear until you're safe!

https://cyclonicwx.com/recon/mission/MILTON_NOAA2_1014A/

https://www.tropicaltidbits.com/analysis/models/?model=hafsb&region=14L

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abc [he/him, comrade/them] @hexbear.net 2y ago

Looks like the 12z HAFS-B model was accurate. Wonder if it'll drop below 900mb in the next 24 hours like it does on the model, if so that area of Florida is gonna be super fucked.

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abc [he/him, comrade/them] @hexbear.net 2y ago

Sure, you can bet on anything although this is technically just buying options I'm not really that financially smart to intuitively know how you'd profit off this beyond buying low selling high (unless you live in the hurricane landfall area lmao).

https://www.hurlos.com

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abc [he/him, comrade/them] @hexbear.net 2y ago

DAMN i should've refreshed before hitting send. you and me both pulled from the same sources too lmao

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abc [he/him, comrade/them] @hexbear.net 2y ago

It's Toad and Sarissa from Wario Woods. Not sure if it is a Gamegrumps bit that somehow managed to make it onto the Mario wiki since I've personally never played Wario Woods and the videos on Youtube of it don't have the line but reverse image searching pulls up Egoraptor's twitter profile and a tweet from presumably December 2015, which I'm not scrolling to look for, but......

See this longplay.

A point towards it being a legitimate line is the fact that Sarissa does open the match talking about how its ladies first and whatnot lol.

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abc [he/him, comrade/them] @hexbear.net 2y ago

How could you deny this perfect pokemon?

With literally any fire or steel type, get that stupid bug out of here.

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abc [he/him, comrade/them] @hexbear.net 2y ago

Stay safe comrade!!!

abc [he/him, comrade/them] @hexbear.net 2y ago

he's locked in lmao

abc [he/him, comrade/them] @hexbear.net 2y ago

I'm not getting blacklisted from the DSA as a sex-pest because I want to suck off the hot candidate who managed to get their endorsement....he is hot enough though that i was like "maybe I should just go canvass" (

) but he's MARRIED so he won't be seeing my twink ass running around for his campaign anytime soon.

abc [he/him, comrade/them] @hexbear.net 2y ago

lol

But that’s the predictable slow drip of poverty. All your life you are just watching the water rise, knowing no one is coming to get you: after all, they told you to get out.