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it takes to get me to side with the cops |
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reddit comports itself with such class |
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i'd like to speak to reddit's manager, immediately |
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I'm sorry ma'am that's unconstitutional |
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ok, this is brilliant |
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sgt. fsck's loudly karen club banned |
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also amazed at how much patience the cops display. i'm not sure i'd have that level of resolve in their shoes |
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tony, in your ideal robot future, what would become of mitch mcconnell? |
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I’m full of hatred today. This hasn’t helped. |
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i dont know what the thread is about but i have an unusual level of endorphine in my blood today |
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karen |
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All of us including Mitch McConnell will have the time and freedom to flourish and grow as social human beings to the limits of our innate capacities. Or the lawnmower man will hack his tiny turtle brain and make blood pour out all his exit wounds. hard to say really |
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imagine Mitch McConnell in alien, the facehugger wouldn't be able to fit round his chin, it would have to lay an egg in his bottom |
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You don’t write anymore you bastard! |
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legitimate karen experience just now, despite social distancing. i pull into the drive-thru, and there's just one person there, already ordering. a white, house-sized chevy tahoe. i wait. i am listening to Hashim - Al Naafiysh (The Soul) and i am cool with waiting. after a while, however, i notice it's been a while. are they jammed up or something? i look, and she's actually still ordering. all i see is a disembodied alabaster karen had doing all sorts of geometric hand-talking gestures. please imagine it, because, i assure you -- it looked it exactly like you imagine. i actually went to grab my phone and record a bit, but it was too late. pulled ahead to the window, after a good five minutes, to see she'd ordered over $50 of shit go figure, it took over ten minutes for them to get her order together, and by that time, the line was so long no one else could pull into the parking lot to wait. i finally pull ahead to the window, and give the guy my card "don't worry, i got you bro," he says. he's handing me the bag before even running my card. "maaaan" he says, tilting his head towards the exiting karen for some reason this sends me into a fit of giggles |
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In the interest of healthy relations between the sexes, I feel compelled to share the following story illustrating that men (although I use the term lightly in this instance) can be Karens too. When I was a younger man and more willing to engage in violence with strangers over small matters, I was in a cinema multiplex. At the ice cream counter, there are two people in front of me. The prick at the front insists on trying seemingly every kind of ice cream out of the sixty or so varieties on offer. The server's expression could not more clearly convey, "Trying ice cream is so parents don't waste a whole cone that their kid won't eat, or for people who really need a tie breaker to decide between A and B. Not for cocksuckers like you to eat half their bodyweight in samples, free of charge", but above this, like a flimsy mask, he wears the paper-thin veneer of a smile and keeps serving him, the exemplar of professionalism. I infer from the atmosphere that this fiasco has already been ongoing for at least a minute, prior to my arrival. Six ice cream samples later and having made a few polite coughs to remind him that, "Hello dipshit, other people exist and are waiting on you", Guy #2 in the queue has finally had enough and asks, "Excuse me, would you mind just choosing one, only there is a queue of people behind you [by this stage, queue is about ten deep] and my film is about to start?" Rather than being shamed into making a snap purchase, Guy #1 replies, in an "I know my rights" tone, "Well, I might, if I find one I like, but I might just try some more..." and turns back to the counter, before pondering aloud in a theatrically drawn-out way, "Hmm, shall I try the raspberry ripple, or hazelnut next?" Guy #2 shakes his head, looks at his watch and mutters, "I just wish you'd hurry up". |
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At this point, I lean forwards and in a stage whisper, say to guy #2 over his shoulder, "Don't worry mate, he'll make his decision in the next 30 seconds; otherwise his head will be bouncing off that counter." The following things all happen in perfect unison: - Guy #2 turns around absolutely delighted, beaming and giggling like a happy infant. - Server looks heavenward, making no attempt to stifle belly laughing and is so delighted that he drops the scoop of whatever icecream he is currently digging out, to put his hands together in a "Thank you Lord!" gesture. - Guy #1 takes a sharp intake of breath, as he whips round 180 degrees, no doubt to declare me rude, or that he won't be intimidated. He opens his mouth, about to speak, as he looks me in the eye. Deep inside Guy #1, some atavistic survival instinct claws its way to the surface, rampaging upwards through the forest of consequenceless rudeness, grown of a cossetted existence spanning decades. You can literally see the split second it dawns on him this isn't bravado, or empty threat on my part. You can practically hear the gears click in his mind, in that exact moment of cognition: "Either I buy something now and walk away, or my skull will be broken against the marble countertop." He turns back round, orders two scoops of raspberry ripple, instanter. Server having regained his composure, asks, completely deadpan, "Are you sure you wouldn't like to try Hazelnut first, Sir?" Guy number 2 starts pissing himself laughing and is bent double. Inwardly, I'm crying with laughter, but outwardly, I'm staring into the back of guy #1's head like an absolute psychopath, hoping that Rupert Sheldrake is correct about telepathy in prey animals. Guy #1 declines and walks away with the raspberry ripple, utterly dejected and looking like he's going to sob. His evening and possibly lifelong sense of self-worth, ripped to tatters. My civic-mindedness got me a fudge finger on the house (usual value 25p) in my coffee and mint choc chip cone. |
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That's pretty good but a true Karen - and I agree that it transcends sex - is utterly unreachable, incapable of self recognition, introspection and understanding social cues. This guy still had the capacity for shame. A true male Karen is Donald Trump, someone who's been coddled his entire life, is utterly unreachable, has no capacity for self recognition or reflection, will never accept blame, can only point fingers... did you ever see that video of the last hours and minutes of the Ceaucescus? Paradigmatic Karens, unreachable, absolutely self assured of their righteousness even in the last seconds when the bullets entered their bodies. |
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Or Hillary for that matter, who's spent every single second since November 2016 blaming her loss on everyone but herself. She even has the . |
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.... I'm just hoping there's a silent cadre that recognise posts #02600717 and #02600718 as being beyond parody. |
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it reminds me of your posts about wanting to commit office homicide because you heard someone chewing |
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Antisocial noises are a special one. Most people are only angered by the noises themselves as a secondary factor. The primary source of rage engendered by them is due to the lack of consideration given to others, by engaging in them. This is usually misinterpreted, as a lack of respect by the offended party, as opposed to just, "Some people are inconsiderate morons; they're not trying to upset you..." |
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Antisocial Noises? Please report all Violators to Scarfolk Council. Our number one priority is keeping chewing noises at bay. For more information, please re-read. |
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Antisocial Noises have all but stopped since the Council Owl arrived on the scene. |
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'im gonna bounce this guys head' everyone was laughing. everyone stopped what they were doing and just laughed (they dropped the things they were holding cos what i said was pretty funny). and the guy eating all the ice cream turned around like he was going to confront me but he actually didnt even confront me because he looked at me and he was scared. in an atavistic way. he must have realized that i will beat him up and walked away completely shattered. needless to say i got my fudge finger that night |
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Laughing On Line |
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poor dog. |
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The video also shows Amy Cooper’s dog appearing to choke and struggle against his collar while Cooper made a 911 call. No one was arrested and it is not clear if police are planning to investigate the incident further. Amy Cooper apologized in a statement to NBC New York, saying she overreacted, but felt threatened. Christian Cooper, 57, is a former Marvel Comics editor and writer who now works as the senior biomedical editor at Health Science Communications. Christian Cooper is a birder and says he often watches birds in Central Park, which is what he said he was doing before the Memorial Day encounter with the other Cooper. The video’s spread was helped by a tweet by his sister, Melody, a science fiction and horror writer who has worked at CW and HBO. so odd they all have the same last name. |
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she's deleted her social media accounts she was pressured into giving up the dog it's sort of like jeffrey dahmer getting beat to death in jail and his mother says, "Now is everybody happy? Now that he's bludgeoned to death, is that good enough for everyone?" being a decent human is tough, these days |
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> he often watches birds in Central Park, which is what he said he was doing before the Memorial Day encounter with the other Cooper a likely story. #metoo #believewomen |
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In the interest of healthy relations between the sexes, I feel compelled to share the following story illustrating that men (although I use the term lightly in this instance) can be Karens too. |
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It was a beautiful ceremony but a terrible reception. And I was stuck at the worst table in the room, sitting across from the worst couple in the world. A real match made in Hell. They were in the middle of some sort of fight. She was mad at him. Really mad. Furious actually. But he didn’t know why. Poor guy kept sheepishly asking her what was wrong. Eventually she told him. Apparently she was mad at him because he’d said something horribly hurtful the night before. At dinner. He stared at her with the doe eyes of an innocent man. He really didn’t know what the fuck she was talking about. Seriously, if you looked up “WTF?” in the dictionary, there’d be a picture of this dude’s face. Didn’t last though. Second or two later, color in the dude’s face went from Scared-Rabbit White to Righteously-Indignant Red. Faster than you can say Johnnie Cochran. Guy was so mad he was shaking. Could barely speak. He reminded her that he was on a plane last night. That they didn’t talk last night. That he’d been back home for a funeral. His grandmother’s funeral. Took awhile, but eventually she realized that she wasn’t remembering something that actually happened, something he actually said; she was remembering something he’d said to her last night in a dream. Did she apologize? Nope. She doubled down. Said the dream spoke to a deeper truth about their relationship even if it wasn’t factually true. —John Faithful Hamer, Love is Not a Liquid Asset (2020) |
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Women! 🤷♂️ Hey that's a Montreal area professor. I found his twitter and he seems to like Jonathan Haidt which is not so cool. |
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