Depends what’s important at that moment. For some it’s about bills, pay, debt etc. For others it’s about the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow.

And that’s very, very sad.

All hail diversity and creativity, except when it’s not conformant to expectations.

The “work hard” isn’t meant as capitalist propaganda. Well, at least it didn’t start as such.

It was first and foremost an advice given from themselves because drawing manga and anime was seen poorly and a dead-end job. The creators faced a lot of opposition and few opportunities, so every success was heartfelt and attributed to them working hard for their dreams and not giving up.

Despite entering the mainstream having diluted the situation these words were meant for, it’s important we don’t forget that the first creators were pioneers who dedicated their entire lifetimes to their craft.

Bish please. It was mainstream as fuck before social media.

Naruto runs were being a fucking airplane, complete with sound and spittle. A dumbass kid’s game probably as old as the Wright brothers…

Every fucking generation in the last century has been playing it without anyone giving a damn, ffs.

I’m being a bit of a pessimist here, but weather predictions are a bit unreliable these days. Spain and Italy just got hit by a surprise massive hailstorm.

Last year I had sudden snow completely cover flowering trees for 2 days and wiped the year’s fruit production.

I wouldn’t trust long-term forecasts too much. The climate’s already too screwed to be stable.

Well, we now know where queen Liz’s pups ended up.

You took you as you instead of general you.

That’s the second part. How to avoid covering yourself in grime, to protect yourself. The police offers a ready-made group to give you comfort in your time of need. You’re not like that. You’re better! You’re an officer of the law! You clean up the filth off the streets! You ought to be appreciated! Anyone who doesn’t appreciate you, why, they must be dirty! Here, have a complementary doughnut, courtesy of our nameless sponsors. Don’t ask, don’t tell, yeah?

When in real need, we take the hand of anyone who offers help. Even if in better times, we’d realize it’s full of shit.

Daily repetition is reinforcement. It increases belief and becomes a habit that eventually turns into the default.

When the bad stuff made by random people in similar ways is your daily life, you’ll start asking yourself why and there’s no guarantee you’ll always come to the right conclusion. You distance yourself from what you perceive as bad and form a bias against it. They might not be as bad as you might think, but can you afford to take that chance? The answer isn’t the same for everyone.

Life adapts to its environment. Those which don’t, die off.

Their job is to deal with criminals, to see crime, to find crime, to fill a quota of crime stopped.

But the thing is that crime can’t be eradicated. As long as there are people who want to control, people who want to exploit loopholes around that which is controlled and people who just don’t give a fuck, being a police officer is a thankless job and an unavoidable spiral towards falling into the worst this world has to offer.

Every bad thing you can think of, they have to deal with preventing it, seeing it happen or settling the aftermath. And it gets to them. It gets to everyone.

Like, every bad news we see here, reading or watching it from a screen, they deal with them every day, live. And you can see how much it affects people here, let alone those directly involved.

The life of a police officer is not a happy one. It’s not a stable one. It’s not a safe one. They live in (paranoid) fear that every criminal they meet might have a gun or a knife and will attack them. They see the results of every assault or accident and have to live through the powerlessness of being unable to change it. They are the poster child of what happens when you give a gun and a position of power to someone who’s depressed or suffering PTSD.

The ugly truth is you don’t want to be a police officer because it will absolutely fuck you up.

Mount and Blade Warband, Prophecy of Pendor mainly, with a little Perisno on the side (got hitched to a lady boss, am the trophy husband. Sitting there and looking pretty is hard work!)

It’s difficult because half the map hates me by default. Not enough opportunities for commerce and their armies are beefier than mine. So there’s a lot of running around doing nothing.

Yellowish green. Fiber, sweetness and not a choking hazard.

The British gov loves it because it means they get to be aristocunts openly again.

What about the one from chainsaw dude?

Or the small businesses. Just the giants who already made bank from them anyway.

Balls deep is the only way to go.

Every punctuation is correct, just not always placed correctly.

When they gain the appreciation of society, which is childish and whimsical.

On the contrary, expect hand-outs when they’re the industry standard and be offended when you become the exception.

It’s like they want to lose to their far-right opponents. Or they’re no longer opponents suddenly?