Bebo, fumo (narguile e cachimbo), sou rabugento, depressivo... não aposto em cavalo mas gosto de Umamusume... pai estrangeiro... Odeio trabalhar... só falta ser mulherengo mas fora isso, sou Charles Bukowski
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Leonel Simeonoff (☀️: ♋️; ⤴️: ♍️) retweeted
A Soviet soldier feeding a polar bear from his tank, 1950.
I feel the same way. As the years pass, it's striking how I begin to look more and more like my dad. The thing is, I'm scared I might turn out like him in personality and behavior.
But it is uncanny. The facial features and expressions... It's a truly odd experience.
You can't vote zionism out.
Replying to @lazy_sapling
No it’s that even Ben-Gvir is a moderate compared to where most evangelical Disney world annual pass holders are. The change crowd are literally just blue neocons. The “moderates” and “change” candidates are always worse. You’d rather the place collapse with Netanyahu and the draft dodgers holding the power than an actual general. If your desire is fewer Palestinian deaths and less settler violence Netanyahu in power with 19 Arab seat is the best outcome. To your point yeah he’s cut deals with the Al Romanovs. He’s the least chauvinist option because he’s basically not even Jewish and has that old school pragmatism.
I don't think Forever Young's got this in the bag. But if he won Breeders Cup back to back before the Arima Kinen? That would be monumental.
He's a beauty!
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In Latin America, a network of baby farms & child trafficking supplied babies to private clinics for organ harvesting. Cases included 7 Brazilian babies destined for US clinics to be butchered for their organs, and 13 babies awaiting medical killing at a Honduran clinic in 1987.
Oh right, this was my new years (in October) draw in Umamusume.
....I feel like the gods are trying to convey something to me.
What am I grateful for?
And when the final human draws his last
The gods will breathe a sigh of relief
Woe to them, but not to we
Away we go, to plant a new seed
Humanity has the freedom to fail this test and go the way of the dinosaur. We’re allowed to take that path if that’s what we collectively choose to do.
We can allow a few massively outnumbered plutocrats and empire managers to drive our species to extinction via climate disaster, nuclear holocaust, or AI apocalypse if we want to. We are completely free to do that.
I don’t know about you, but I actually find this a comforting thought.
When you take a close look at the existential hurdles that humanity is faced with, it can feel pretty bleak. Global capitalism is destroying the biosphere we all depend on for survival. The western empire is getting increasingly comfortable engaging in reckless brinkmanship with nuclear-armed rivals. The AI arms race is shoving through wildly unpredictable technologies at a rapidly accelerating rate with alarmingly little institutional oversight or caution.
But when you notice that all of these existential threats are entirely man-made, you realize that this means humanity has the ability to un-make them as well. We have the freedom to do either. It’s up to us.
I find this a comforting insight because it puts the ball in our court. We can choose to rise up and use the power of our numbers to save ourselves from doom, or we can choose not to. The universe, apparently, is fine with either choice. If it wasn’t, we wouldn’t be holding the ball.
And who am I to argue with the universe? If the universe wants humanity to have the freedom to either go extinct in the near term or survive deep into the distant future, then I can make space within myself to allow that freedom, too.
Whether or not we make it is not up to me as an individual. I can control my own actions, but I cannot control the actions of my fellow homo sapiens as a whole. And if our species as a collective decides that revolutionary change is not desirable enough or too scary or too difficult to seize, then I can submit to the will of the collective. I can hold enough grace and compassion for my species to honor its sovereign decision.
“We’ll either pass the test or we won’t.” That’s what I tell myself when things are looking dark. I give humanity the freedom to make its decision, and in so doing I free myself. I do what I can to move the needle in whatever way my limited means allow me to, and then beyond that I submit to the will of our better angels.
I do my work, and then I let go. I let go and enjoy my time on this beautiful blue planet here. Because I don’t know how much longer it will last.
Leonel Simeonoff is tired of being a mere hypothetical. He wants to be. In this world. Right now. In the material.


































