Cyrus Draegur

the triple-dog-dare strikes again

My faith in the law has been shattered for quite some time, and the insidious (subconscious) whispers in the back of my mind suggest that there has never been any justice, only an illusion of it.
And that what we call ‘justice’ is merely specific instances of harm happening to people in ways we happen to prefer–

[sanity check stack-dump initialized]
[reconstructing from first principles]

…which I suppose would make the only real point of contention the matter of what excuses we adopt, from which we derive such preferences:
Which of the excuses we adopt to determine preferred kinds of harm,
as well as which of the excuses we adopt to determine preferred recipients of said harm.

We’ve come to use kinder euphemisms than “excuses”, such as “reasons”, “rationales”, “logic”…
Excuses with extra steps.
Not to imply that those extra steps are useless; they are the fulcrum around which we turn our aim.

The biggest difference between us and the feral hog infestation terrorizing communities across this entire continent is which excuses we find most or least objectionable.

When Brennan Lee Mulligan joked in the voice of an anarchist fictional character, “Laws are threats made by the dominant socio-economic ethnic group of a given nation; It’s just a promise of violence that’s enacted, and police are basically an occupying army, ya know what I mean?”, it is still referenced now and again even half a decade after he uttered it because it resonates with people. On some level, sometimes… maybe we’re afraid it’s the truth. Not that we know it’s the truth, but that it makes us wonder, makes us interrogate ourselves, makes us question. Like an intrusive thought. Like the call of the void. Most of the time we just usher it out of our minds and remind ourselves “no, we have systems in place to manage this, we already have it figured out, we all agreed to follow the same set of presuppositions and adhere to the same social contract, so I can trust that if I follow those directives then nobody will murder me, or if they do they’ll be punished, which is a very good reason for them to not murder me.”

… and then fucking shit like this happens.

KINDA HARD TO DISMISS THE SINKING FEELING NOWADAYS ISN’T IT

KINDA HARD TO JUST SMILE AND NOD AND ASSUME EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE NOW HUH

we’re either all safe or none of us are, and right now none of us are safe.

I still don’t know what to do. But my gut tells me that the very worst thing to do right now would be “nothing”.

Don’t catch you slippin’ now.

Look how I’m livin’ now.

Police be trippin’ now.

i wonder if hearing people talk about radiation as though it’s an infection that can spread from person to person makes other nuclear enthusiasts twitch as much as it makes me…

or hearing someone imply that any nuclear reactor can explode in exactly the same manner that an atomic bomb does “by accident”.

I wonder how long it’ll be before the domestic terrorist who murdered her in cold blood in broad daylight is identified and dragged kicking and screaming to the justice he painfully deserves…

Alas, there are too many variables.

One would have to assume several factors which would influence the outcome, such as subject’s basal metabolic rate, weight, height, and the strenuousness of the activities that led up to the splooog, not to mention environmental variables such as the humidity, ambient temperature, and ventilation of the subject’s surroundings…

At most, I for one would assume the subject’s temperature would be ever so slightly elevated, but as to what magnitude I cannot be certain.

Approximately 310.15 Kelvin under nominal circumstances.

this feral hog infestation is really getting out of hand.

we really need to start putting these invasive pests down, because they are terrorizing the whole community.

“The Year Of Our Lord LinuxDesktop”

huh wow. i was going to presume it was a storage volume quantity calibration of some kind. neat.

Just because a traffic engineer has qualifications doesn’t necessarily guarantee they’re not an asshole who is wrong and also sucks.

How tedious.

What’s wild is, back when i was a kid and contracted whooping cough (pertussis) i somehow developed an ability to interrupt abdominal contractions–which enabled me to force my body to stop coughing so I could breathe … and this enabled me to halt the vomit until I had a bucket in front of me. So it TRIED to come out every direction, but I was miraculously fortunate enough to have some influence on the sequence.

Luckily i also had wastebaskets of a solid material composition that could act as buckets without leaking within arms reach and also had managed to dilute the acidity before it started coming up x.x;

I proceeded to purposefully gulp down water to help flush the pipes out. I think it actually worked because although the experience is thoroughly unpleasant by its very nature, at the very least it seemed the usual peaks of discomfort were significantly blunted.

There is no kind of person who obsessively fixates upon the subject of penises with a frequency or intensity greater than that of a transphobe.

Men clearly aren’t lonely enough when they take partnership for granted like this sack of shit did.

Another consideration outside of the warp field maintenance is how incredibly destructive a collision with even nanograms of mass can be at relativistic velocities and shielding against those takes a lot of power itself

I use ‘it’ to describe ME :3

“ok boomer”

There is no teaching those who have no interest in learning.

Slowmaxxing my travel ironically makes the journey feel shorter

Neon (Book Of) Genesis Evangelion