SnotFlickerman

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I think the answer to that is: creativity is hard.

Ask Curtis Yarvin, seems like most of his "theory" is Ayn Rand rehashed. These people think they're far more clever than they actually are.

[–] SnotFlickerman@lemmy.blahaj.zone 1 points 8 minutes ago* (last edited 6 minutes ago)

Normalize punching Nazis

It couldn't be more infuriating that these stupid fucks who take their marching orders from the likes of FOX News and Newsmax always have the audacity to call themselves "free thinkers" as though they really believe they came up with these ideas and positions themselves when it's crystal fucking clear based on the evidence that they did not.

This is fucked up, but it's still somehow better than a Murphy Bed backdoor.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tutti_Frutti_(song)#Original_recording_by_Little_Richard

Tutti Frutti, good booty
If it don't fit, don't force it
You can grease it, make it easy

Little Richard knew what was up.

[–] SnotFlickerman@lemmy.blahaj.zone 2 points 11 hours ago* (last edited 11 hours ago)

Hadn't heard these guys. This is some good shit, thanks!

The way the singer does his lyrics kind of gives me The Hold Steady vibes.

That sounds entirely plausible to me. Once again, when it comes to PewDiePie, I have no idea what the fuck I am talking about.

[–] SnotFlickerman@lemmy.blahaj.zone 39 points 12 hours ago* (last edited 12 hours ago) (3 children)

I knew this was coming after 9/11/2001. That was my first brush with how absolutely vile, ignorant, and racist most US citizens could be.

I used to always say eventually they would bring the tools of the Afghanistan and Iraq Wars home and use against their own citizens and god damn it, it sucks to be right.

[–] SnotFlickerman@lemmy.blahaj.zone 65 points 12 hours ago* (last edited 12 hours ago) (6 children)

Interesting, I kind of assumed that he'd been long forgotten by the YouTube crowd, but he's still the number 10 top youtuber going by how many subscribers he has.

So, this may actually have an impact on Linux perception, but I'd wager with people in PewDiePie's age group more than younger people. He's 35, a lot closer to my age than expected.

If I sound like an idiot it's because I never followed PewDiePie except for watching him scream and flail in Dark Souls that one time.

[–] SnotFlickerman@lemmy.blahaj.zone 4 points 12 hours ago* (last edited 12 hours ago)

Oh there's also Sweeping Promises, they're kind of a lofi post-punk, but they dropped an album in 2023.

They're from Boston, so also not midwest.

[–] SnotFlickerman@lemmy.blahaj.zone 59 points 13 hours ago* (last edited 12 hours ago) (1 children)

What you're seeing is the end of Truth.

Especially in the face of AI generated photos, we're dealing with a future where the youth can easily be misled about what actually happened in the past, or even in the current moment. There is very much an upswing of young people questioning established narratives of the past, often under the guise of "well you weren't there, how do you know for sure?"

Reality is perception, and they are busy managing reality to deny any perception of Nazi behavior.

It's why Musk especially lies so fluidly and easily in the face of hard evidence.

It's all perception management, and as long as they keep talking and keep repeating the same lies, a significant number of people will believe them.

Musk still claims it wasn't a Nazi salute, and a significant number of people believe him. It's kind of like Trump's statement that he could shoot someone in the middle of 5th avenue and not lose any support. It's all attack, never back down, never admit fault.

EDIT: It's also Bannon's "flood the zone with shit" strategy at work, too. We've been in an Attention Economy for a long time now (at least since 2007 when the iPhone put a screen in everyone's pocket), and they know people's attention is limited, so they work to force themselves into people's limited time and attention spans. If your message is the only one they have time to hear, they'll probably be more likely to consider yours true. This, for example, is why Musk forced himself into everyone's Twitter feeds, he's force feeding himself the limited attention of millions.

[–] SnotFlickerman@lemmy.blahaj.zone 4 points 13 hours ago* (last edited 13 hours ago) (2 children)

FIDLAR and the Mean Jeans both put out new albums in the last year.

FIDLAR is kind of a mix between punk and california surf rock, and the Mean Jeans are very Ramones-ey.

They're both solidly west coast, though. No idea on midwest punk.

 

Oh, but to just dance on steel, the Sky Pulaski way.
By the fires of Elizabeth, never cease to amaze.
So hats off to the industry's casualties
Tra loo tray lay.
Oh that swamp full of grabbing hands.
Pull you under New Amsterdam.
Chinese boxes hold their secrets well.
How many are there one can never tell.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church.

Art class for the bourgeoisies, lab rats for the cat.
Real estate moguls, Chump Towers,
When the wind blows you can hear the windows go rat a tat rat a tat tat tat.

Jimmy Hoffa in the Meadowlands, weighing down that union man.
Grab his ankles, stevedores,
Oh how those Jets do roar.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church.

Oh but to just dine on sewage, cold seagull pie.
Wrestle albino alligators and spin the good lie.

Oh that swamp full of grabbing hands.
Pull you under New Amsterdam.
Chinese boxes hold their secrets well.
How many are there one can never tell.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church

 

Oh, but to just dance on steel, the Sky Pulaski way.
By the fires of Elizabeth, never cease to amaze.
So hats off to the industry's casualties
Tra loo tray lay.
Oh that swamp full of grabbing hands.
Pull you under New Amsterdam.
Chinese boxes hold their secrets well.
How many are there one can never tell.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church.

Art class for the bourgeoisies, lab rats for the cat.
Real estate moguls, Chump Towers,
When the wind blows you can hear the windows go rat a tat rat a tat tat tat.

Jimmy Hoffa in the Meadowlands, weighing down that union man.
Grab his ankles, stevedores,
Oh how those Jets do roar.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church.

Oh but to just dine on sewage, cold seagull pie.
Wrestle albino alligators and spin the good lie.

Oh that swamp full of grabbing hands.
Pull you under New Amsterdam.
Chinese boxes hold their secrets well.
How many are there one can never tell.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church

 

Daylight, I dream of you softly
I wrote you a letter that will never reach you
In Montreal, the days are much colder there
Now you grow older there without me
On the lookout, baby, won't you look out?
A car full of raccoons, I think that I'm crazy
And downtown, the bar lights illuminate
Lost in a cityscape where I try to find you

You walk like a miracle, bathing in starlight
Your voice burning holes in the frame
I danced in the parking lot, cried in the taxi home
'Cause I still remember your name

And oh, I'm not in love anymore, anymore
But I will keep you close to me forever

Moonlight, I dream of you endlessly
Drowning in reverie, waiting for morning
Dim light, I'm drunk at the bar again
Holding a stranger's hand, a crowd with no faces

And there you are, beautiful just like the first time
You reach out, I'm shaking again
You're gone in a moment, you leave me alone
But I swear you were real in my hands

And oh, I'm not in love anymore, anymore
But I will keep you close to me forever

Well, I know these words might mean nothing now
I'm stuck in this ghost town
Your softness still haunts me
Someday I'll find my way out of here
If you don't change your mind, my dear
I'll take you with me

 

Daylight, I dream of you softly
I wrote you a letter that will never reach you
In Montreal, the days are much colder there
Now you grow older there without me
On the lookout, baby, won't you look out?
A car full of raccoons, I think that I'm crazy
And downtown, the bar lights illuminate
Lost in a cityscape where I try to find you

You walk like a miracle, bathing in starlight
Your voice burning holes in the frame
I danced in the parking lot, cried in the taxi home
'Cause I still remember your name

And oh, I'm not in love anymore, anymore
But I will keep you close to me forever

Moonlight, I dream of you endlessly
Drowning in reverie, waiting for morning
Dim light, I'm drunk at the bar again
Holding a stranger's hand, a crowd with no faces

And there you are, beautiful just like the first time
You reach out, I'm shaking again
You're gone in a moment, you leave me alone
But I swear you were real in my hands

And oh, I'm not in love anymore, anymore
But I will keep you close to me forever

Well, I know these words might mean nothing now
I'm stuck in this ghost town
Your softness still haunts me
Someday I'll find my way out of here
If you don't change your mind, my dear
I'll take you with me

 

That's a long, long line, that's outside (that's outside)
That's my hometown, sold that shit out twice (yeah, two times)
At the wrong place, at the wrong time
If I die, take my hard drive, every song you find
Put it all online, yeah

Please don't act like we were close
Don't go comment on my post
Don't send flowers to my folks
When I was livin', you were ghost

I gotta go, I don't know if I'm ready
The snow in the bag, it don't fall like confetti
It's me and my brothers, it's Ed, Edd n Eddy
Yeah, hop in the car, it's a Honda or Chevy
He charged me an arm and a leg, but whatever
As long as it get me like Mario Andretti (wow)

Sound like an awful year
All they got to offer is thoughts and prayers
Pretty fast talk, like an auctioneer
You cannot afford what it cost to care
Showed no love for the long career
Now the shows over, it's off the air
Growin' up, I never thought it'd be like this
Tryna be like Skip, I never lost a hair

Do it for the fam, fuck all the data
And for the fans, thank y'all for the latter
Everybody else, thank y'all for the chatter
(Hey batta, batta, hey batta, batta bat)
Swingin' for the fence, lookin' for a couple hits
Like a home run ball to Saturn
I felt like Marshall Mathers, when he lost a battle
But I won that war, and that's all that matters

80 proof, it's in the puddin'
Penicillin with the Hennessy
That's the taste of my own medicine
That's what makes it my remedy
They tried erasing my memory, I think that creates an identity
I think that's what makes you my enemy
But you not replacing my legacy, no, no

That's a long, long line, that's outside (that's outside)
That's my hometown, sold that shit out twice (yeah, two times)
At the wrong place, at the wrong time
If I die, take my hard drive, every song you find
Put it all online, yeah

Please don't act like we were close
Don't go comment on my post
Don't send flowers to my folks
When I was livin', you were ghost

 

That's a long, long line, that's outside (that's outside)
That's my hometown, sold that shit out twice (yeah, two times)
At the wrong place, at the wrong time
If I die, take my hard drive, every song you find
Put it all online, yeah

Please don't act like we were close
Don't go comment on my post
Don't send flowers to my folks
When I was livin', you were ghost

I gotta go, I don't know if I'm ready
The snow in the bag, it don't fall like confetti
It's me and my brothers, it's Ed, Edd n Eddy
Yeah, hop in the car, it's a Honda or Chevy
He charged me an arm and a leg, but whatever
As long as it get me like Mario Andretti (wow)

Sound like an awful year
All they got to offer is thoughts and prayers
Pretty fast talk, like an auctioneer
You cannot afford what it cost to care
Showed no love for the long career
Now the shows over, it's off the air
Growin' up, I never thought it'd be like this
Tryna be like Skip, I never lost a hair

Do it for the fam, fuck all the data
And for the fans, thank y'all for the latter
Everybody else, thank y'all for the chatter
(Hey batta, batta, hey batta, batta bat)
Swingin' for the fence, lookin' for a couple hits
Like a home run ball to Saturn
I felt like Marshall Mathers, when he lost a battle
But I won that war, and that's all that matters

80 proof, it's in the puddin'
Penicillin with the Hennessy
That's the taste of my own medicine
That's what makes it my remedy
They tried erasing my memory, I think that creates an identity
I think that's what makes you my enemy
But you not replacing my legacy, no, no

That's a long, long line, that's outside (that's outside)
That's my hometown, sold that shit out twice (yeah, two times)
At the wrong place, at the wrong time
If I die, take my hard drive, every song you find
Put it all online, yeah

Please don't act like we were close
Don't go comment on my post
Don't send flowers to my folks
When I was livin', you were ghost

 

I keep seeing the idea of the Democrats forcing a government shutdown over the debt ceiling as one of the few ways to fight what is going on.

It just keeps going through my mind that Trump/Musk aren't following any rules or laws as it is, they're breaking every valid security rule there is as it is.

So, what would a shutdown do other than give them carte blanche to fuck shit up while all the federal workers have to go home without pay?

Musk has the wealth to just keep paying the people he wants to keep fucking shit up out of his own pockets. If all the federal workers are sent home, who is even going to do the dance of trying to stand in their way?

Isn't that more dangerous?

I feel like maybe there's more that I'm not understanding about the situation, but at the same time it feels like all bets are off and Musk is going to do whatever the fuck he wants no matter what is happening.

3
FIDLAR - MAKING SHIT UP (www.youtube.com)
submitted 6 days ago* (last edited 6 days ago) by SnotFlickerman@lemmy.blahaj.zone to c/music@beehaw.org
 

I keep on making shit up in my head
I'm freaking out all the time
I get so sad then get so depressed
You don't know what it's like

I keep on making shit up in my head
I over-analyze my life
I get so sad then treat myself like shit
You don't know what it's like, you don't know what it's like
To be me

I keep on making shit up on the regs
I keep on making up these stories in my head
And I keep thinking that I don't have a single friend
And even though I'm always hanging out with all of them
So are you ever gonna call me now?
You only love me whеn you want me around
And then you treat mе like shit, here we go again
You don't know what it's like

I keep on making shit up in my head
I'm freaking out all the time
I get so sad then get so depressed
You don't know what it's like, you don't know what it's like

I keep on making shit up in my head
I over-analyze my life
I flip a switch and become a bitch
You don't know what it's like, you don't know what it's like
To be me

I keep on making shit up in my head
I keep on lying to myself and all my friends
And holding onto all of these stupid little resentments
And even if I have to call you out again
So are you ever gonna come around?
You only love me when you want me around
And then we pretend that life's all good again
You don't know what it's like, you don't know what it's like

I keep on making shit up in my head
I'm freaking out all the time
I get so sad then get so depressed
You don't know what it's like, you don't know what it's like

I keep on making shit up in my head
I over-analyze my life
I get so sad and then I fucking flip
You don't know what it's like, you don't know what it's like
To be me

4
FIDLAR - MAKING SHIT UP (www.youtube.com)
submitted 6 days ago* (last edited 6 days ago) by SnotFlickerman@lemmy.blahaj.zone to c/music@lemmy.world
 

I keep on making shit up in my head
I'm freaking out all the time
I get so sad then get so depressed
You don't know what it's like

I keep on making shit up in my head
I over-analyze my life
I get so sad then treat myself like shit
You don't know what it's like, you don't know what it's like
To be me

I keep on making shit up on the regs
I keep on making up these stories in my head
And I keep thinking that I don't have a single friend
And even though I'm always hanging out with all of them
So are you ever gonna call me now?
You only love me whеn you want me around
And then you treat mе like shit, here we go again
You don't know what it's like

I keep on making shit up in my head
I'm freaking out all the time
I get so sad then get so depressed
You don't know what it's like, you don't know what it's like

I keep on making shit up in my head
I over-analyze my life
I flip a switch and become a bitch
You don't know what it's like, you don't know what it's like
To be me

I keep on making shit up in my head
I keep on lying to myself and all my friends
And holding onto all of these stupid little resentments
And even if I have to call you out again
So are you ever gonna come around?
You only love me when you want me around
And then we pretend that life's all good again
You don't know what it's like, you don't know what it's like

I keep on making shit up in my head
I'm freaking out all the time
I get so sad then get so depressed
You don't know what it's like, you don't know what it's like

I keep on making shit up in my head
I over-analyze my life
I get so sad and then I fucking flip
You don't know what it's like, you don't know what it's like
To be me

 

I don’t want to do this

I don’t want to be here

I don’t want to meet 'em

I don’t want to listen

I don’t want to do this

 

I don't want to do this

I don't want to be here

I don't want to meet 'em

I don't want to listen

I don't want to do this

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