…probably just relocating them to the department so they can change back into their cop uniforms.

2016 and the yeas since, but especially the US presidential election that just happened, have absolutely destroyed my faith in the people of my country.

Always figured the govt was fucked, but that the average Joe had a shred of good in him. After the bullshit of the 2016 election, the 4 disastrous years after, and the 4 years following of nonstop Nazi rhetoric from Trump… 74 million of my neighbors decided he’s the guy who represents them; and another 90 million or so decided not to lift a fucking finger to intervene.

No. Good people are a minority. I’m surrounded by hateful bigots who will go as far impairing their own quality of life if it means they can can harm others by doing so. This country and the majority of its inhabitants are evil. We deserve what’s coming.

I have some vague memories from around middle school, but pretty much nothing prior to that.

Highschool and later are locked in, but before that goes from hazy to brick wall real quick.

I’m impressed with the amount of people who can actually remember what they were like as a 10 year old. I’ve got some pictures n’ shit of myself from back then, but honestly that might as well be a completely different person, and I can’t tell you jack about what’s going through their head.

What happens next?

HUGE sigh of relief from the entire planet.

…really not even new. Just the same shitty normal as always.

I was going to post some snark about not putting it past humanity to find a way to set the ocean on fire too, but… wait that sounds familiar… oh yeah, we’ve fucking done it already!

Biden could always have him [official business]ed.

“Definitely unrelated … here let’s pull the trigger together.”

- 74 million voters

Considering the direction global politics is taking, setting the planet on fire would be an act of mercy at this point.

Just because we always have doesn’t mean we always will.

We’re managing our planet like a chronic drunk driver who’s somehow never had a collision. “It’s fine, I do this all the time!”

All it takes is one ‘not fine’ and the story’s over.

I just hope whatever emerges from the ashes evolves to be a species that’s less of a dickhead than humans. …assuming anything emerges from the ashes; that isn’t a guarantee either.

Engineering points for opposing teeth orientation - forward grip on the back wheel for accelerating, backwards on the front wheel for breaking. I like it.

Speaking only for myself, but I’d wager this is pretty common: registered independent, but my voting pattern is consistently solid blue. Historically I mostly just don’t want to give the poll worker any reason treat me less-than-ethically due to not aligning with their party of choice. Now-a-days, I don’t want a D next to my name when the Nazis we just elected start making their lists of undesirables.

if you think lack of cooking is going to affect my dating life…

I advise anyone who enjoys eating tasty food learn how to cook. Even if you live the rest of your life single, being able to knock out a tasty meal when desired is a gamechanger to your quality of life. And if you do find a romantic partner, seeing them enjoy food you’ve prepared them is a special kind of warm-and-fuzzy. 10/10

Jalin

…there’s some nominative determinism for ya.

They did a fairly extensive study in the 1940s on how to deal with Nazis.

Findings were that punching, while not necessarily a bad thing to do to them, was quite a bit less effective than other forms of engagement due to the Nazi having a tendency to get back up after a punch alone.

Never let the law stop you from doing what’s right.

That was clear pretty early on. The options are vigilante justice or no justice; the law is a joke.

I was an active duty surgical tech in the US military; promoted fairly quickly and ranked up to Staff Sergeant at about 3 years. Shortly after taking that rank, we had a perfect storm of deployments, a retirement, a medical separation, etc that left me as the highest ranking enlisted in the surgery unit, which made me (a still-kinda-newby-surgical-tech) taking the responsibilities of basically a charge nurse. Chief among these was attending morning morning briefs with the top dogs of the hospital (high ranking officers) and giving report. Fortunately I knew where to access the OR’s metrics, so my report was always just a summary of our case load, average times, etc.

This lasted only about a week until we got a new Master Sergeant and Tech Sergeant. Apparently I got some pretty high praise from those top dogs for stepping up (not like I had a choice) and doing a decent job – but that was PURE luck lol. I only did well because things went relatively smoothly on their own. If there was an emergency or something I would have had no fucking clue what to do; and all the junior enlisted seemed to just know that I wouldn’t have been able to do shit for them during that time, so everyone kept the smaller fires to themselves during that time.

It was a weird time.