Israel must bomb Portland!

https://old.reddit.com/r/climatechange/comments/1cgmk4u/what_about_climate_change_worries_you_the_most/?sort=controversial

The unforeseen positive feedback loops that we will only notice when it's far too late.

We might very well be like Wile E. Coyote, already off the cliff just not realising it yet.

Just like my cartoon!

Preemptive war for diminishing resources.

Wid scale ecological collapse. The ecosystems we have are our life support. They provide all of our food, heavily influence weather patterns, etc. When they go, we go, and we won't be able to out-tech ourselves from the situation. Geopolitical instability rapidly spirals in conjunction with ecological collapse.

I'm surprised to see this relatively low in the list. The biggest problem, IMO, is not that extreme weather events are going to kill people. It's that extreme weather events are going to, at some point, line up badly and wipe out a large amount of food at one time. Add this to the loss of sea life and we simply won't have enough food to feed everyone. Many, many people will die. Many more will try to move.

Looks like Malthusianism is back on the menu!

Geopolitical instability. Collectively, humans are not great at dealing with crisis., so our own collective immaturity will compound any existential crisis. We are the crisis of crisis.

Pandemic is a case in point.

And as for when it will happen, well it started about 2008.

2008 2008 2008 2008 2008 2008 2008 THE YEAR OF MILLENNIAL APOCALYPSE

!ifrickinglovescience !biology !chemistry I'm unironically concerned about climate change as well, but these doomers focus on the most extreme worst-case-scenarios on a very unhealthy way to the point it just discourages any climate action, I don't see much discussion about adaptation neither, not that is a silver bullet but things like more research on GMO heat or drought resistant crops will be necessary and could help with food insecurity. Research on solar geoengineering should also be encouraged.

It is physically impossible to be over age of 25 and not want to cast these ppl into the sun

You know how ppl under 15 can hear certain frequencies? Its like that but in reverse

Hearing young ppl earnestly express insane ideas in therapy-speak is a form of torture for adults https://t.co/t1roaEBMra

— Reuben Rodriguez (@ReubenR80027912) April 30, 2024

disbanding UCPD, and ceasing new construction projects on the South Side.

— Eman Abdelhadi (@emanabdelhadi) April 29, 2024

@FrozenChosen !chiraqis

So I have a regular jailbroken ps4 and a ps4 pro on latest firmware and guess what somy downgraded the console I cant even enter psn store it gives me a timeout error and when I somehow manage to enter the psn store the loadings are forever and every where signs to upgrade to ps5

So people thought in the past update of consoles will ad new features but reality is butt s*x and most updates just kill some features and late updates make the console slower to force you buy the newest one. Its kegig brutal how my ps4 on 9.0 version is faster than ps4 pro on 11.1

For Javascript, not the gay marriage stuff. For some reason my else ifs just decided they didn't want to work, forcing me to just use ifs, before deciding it didn't like that.

Mr. Eich, I challenge you to a legally sanctioned MMA bout. If I win, you get to fix my code. If you win...you wouldn't. I am a true tough guy, child, challenging a geriatric to a young man's sport. You will hear from my lawyers. My JEWISH lawyers.

In short: I should've kept up with my Javascript instead of being seduced by prettier languages and not shitposting about my troubles.

Edit:

Jokes aside, I just found out how I'm being r-slurred about this one issue. I rescind my request for athletic pugilism.

Introducing the new, improved LGBTQ+ Pride flag. No, this is not satire. pic.twitter.com/9kHJjOOlUg

— End Wokeness (@EndWokeness) April 30, 2024

Someone please explain all the new exciting colors for me!

porn starts after the * * *

We all hear the familiar security chime and the door swing open. I perk up, quickly set down the ladle and briskly walk—no, almost run—to the door. I throw my arms around William and bury my face in his chest.

“Hi, honey,” he says. I can feel and hear the vibrations of his voice in his chest.

“Hi baby,” I say. He brings his hand around my head and runs his fingers through a thin lock of my hair that managed to escape my bun. “I made chicken marsala, your favorite!” I tell him.

He lets out a soft chuckle, and we come to the table with the two kids.

“Mom, I'm hungry,” Johnny says.

“Now that Dad's home, we can eat. Boys, go serve yourselves. And Johnny, help your little brother out.”

“Okay,” Johnny says to me. He gets up out of his seat and walks over to Kelvin, who's reading a picture book about cars and trucks. “Kelvin, put that away now, we're going to eat dinner now.”

“Okay,” Kelvin says in his cute little voice. William and I have a beat of shared happiness watching our little Johnny helping out his brother.

Johnny goes to the stovetop and serves himself. Kelvin obediently stands behind his older brother, watching his every move. Johnny turns to him and serves him, though probably a little too much for his smaller stomach. My husband and I follow behind, serve ourselves food, and when we're all sitting down, we say grace and dig in.

I finish wiping down the countertop. The boys are in bed and William is showering after a long day's work. After putting away the leftovers and closing the fridge door, my eye is drawn to a family picture held under a magnet. I take the picture off of the fridge door and smile. It's a picture with me, my husband, and our two kids, taken a year or two ago by my sister while our family was playing at the local park. I love it so much because of the genuine joy on all of our faces, and because of my pride in the family that I have built. My hand feels the growing bump in my stomach, and I know that the picture will be outdated soon.

William steps out of the bathroom, hair dripping wet with steam billowing out of the open door. Almost instinctually, I perk up out of bed and bite my upper lip seeing his body like that, only obscured by a small towel. He smirks and starts running his hands through my hair, and I let out some kind of instinctual sound that I can't quite describe. William presses my face against his towel, his peepee throbbing underneath. I can smell his pheromones through it.

He lets go of the towel and it falls to the floor. His peepee flops onto my face, and I instinctually start sucking. He palms the top of my head with his hand, pushing my head towards and back, towards and back again. From so much experience, my gag reflex has been completely disintegrated. His peepee moves back and forth in my mouth, inching farther and farther back in my throat every time. It feel so good to feel and taste every square inch of his peepee filling my mouth and throat. His imposing figure—as seen from down where my eyes are—only makes me hornier.

Eventually I need to take a breath. I push back, and William's hand seems reluctant, but it lets go. I gasp. I grab his peepee, ready to keep sucking but William has other plans. He scoops me up and throws me on the bed, turns me around so that I'm laying on my back and my kitty is facing him. He grabs the waistband of my leggings and my panties and tries to take them off, but the leggings end up inside out, still snugly attached around my ankles.

“Stupid woman,” he says to me. “Why wouldn't you be ready for me?”

I giggle, say sorry, and kick my legs up to finish taking them off. As soon as they're off, he grabs me by my waist and brings me closer to them so my kitty is flush with the edge of the bed, and he goes inside. His hands on my waist, he pulls me into him and thrusts into me. My heart absolutely pounding, butterflies swarming about from pure love, I let out an involuntary moan, trying to keep quiet for the kids.

He thrusts into me more and more. He's so horny that I can feel his rapid heartrate beating through his peepee. Every bit of warmth he transfers to me, every inch he thrusts—it fuels my absolute desire for him, for him alone and no one else. I let out another sound, this one a deliberate release of my pent-up joy.

His right hand grows curious and moves its way up my chest under my shirt. He rolls my shirt up and grabs my breast as he fricks me. I make eye contact with him and smile, and then in pleasure I bite my upper lip. His breathing is heavy and labored.

He goes harder, his hip bones smashing harder and harder into mine. “Mmmmmmm~!” I say, my upper lip still bit. I wrap my legs around him, feeling what I can of his musculature with my thighs and the sides of my legs. He puts his hand on around my throat, and presses his thumb against my trachea. He lets out a soft grunt under his increasingly labored breaths.

I can feel in the rhythm of his thrusts and redness of his face that he's about to c*m. I wrap my legs around him and pull him close into me. As he exhales an exhilarated “Frick” under his breath, I feel the c*m squirt out of his peepee and into me. I moan now and c*m too.

He breathes heavily, exhausted. He kisses me and the baby in my stomach and then flops down to me. I lay my head on his chest, and he runs his fingers through my hair a few times. We fall asleep like this.

i wrote this myself. it is an extremely personal fantasy that feels almost strange to share online.

the most painful part about all of this is that this (or something close to it) is a reality for many women. it's just that God decided to curse me for some reason and now i am forced to be an onlooker to the life which i so desperately want to live. i believe that people are wired to want to live a certain way, so some women want to start families with their husbands in the suburbs, and others don't and would rather live in a lesbian relationship in the city. i dont have anything against the latter, its just that i have been cursed to be wired for the former. and it is thus that the life that i was made for only exists in my head.

i seriously think about killing myself everyday, maybe then i'll have a chance to be reborn as a woman, or at least be dead and not have to live through this.

https://boards.4chan.org/g/thread/100248578

Orange Site:

https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=40205714

https://old.reddit.com/r/linux/comments/1cgjaqg/systemd_wants_to_expand_to_include_a_sudo/?sort=controversial

https://old.reddit.com/r/linux/comments/1cgle7c/lennart_poettering_reveals_run0_alternative_to/?sort=controversial

https://lemmy.world/post/14855646?scrollToComments=true

https://lemmy.world/post/14855645

!metashit

!dramatards

https://www.cbsnews.com/news/marijuana-reclassified-drug-enforcement-administration-shift/

https://twitter.com/Rothmus/status/1785257018351108224

https://old.reddit.com/r/HuffingCommunity/comments/1cgl6jk/its_officially_war_against_rgoblin?sort=controversial