There is no reason to study Marx other than you find it interesting or because it relates to something your interested in. There is very little utility in knowing the theory.

Marx was a genius similar to Freud. They changed the way we think and gave us new tools to examine the world. Beyond that, their particular ideals are often as wrong as two left shoes.

There is plenty of room on the left for people who reject, or are ignorant of Marx.

Pretty much from the dawn of societies. Generational wealth and progeny is extremely important, and women must be controlled so that provenance of her children may be assured.

In the Bible you constantly see themes that don’t make sense until you understand how important that stuff was. Abraham was asked to sacrifice the thing most precious to him: his son. God killed the first-born of Egypt. Lot’s daughters had sex with their dad because that was the only way to ensure that their ‘pure’ line continued. Calling back to Abraham, God himself sacrificed what? His son.

Pre-agriculture societies were probably pretty egalitarian. And the idea that hunting and gathering was segregated by sex doesn’t have much evidence besides “common sense” and vibes.

Andrew Tate is wild to me. Did y’all know he’s a black Muslim from Chicago?

Fieri makes perfect sense as a chud. But I don’t get how you become Andrew Tate when your biography looks more like Malcolm X.

The meme drag pedophiles so hard, you barely notice that it dehumanizes refugees to the same degree.

A coworker saw me using a terminal and educated me that computers used to just be just a terminal with no mouse.

I looked this up, and honestly pretty tame.

one of the stories:

Struwwelpeter describes a lazy, dirty boy who does not groom himself properly and is consequently unpopular.

Devastating. In Irish lore, ghosts appear to be phantasmagorical dancers in the forest and if you join in, YOU JOIN IN. As I mentioned elsewhere, a trespass unto the wrong part of the forest or even stepping in a fairy circle might provoke the faeries to kidnap your infant.

The Irish stuff is less cautionary tale and more explaining why terrible shit happens for no reason.

EDIT: another story from Struwwelpeter

Die Geschichte von den schwarzen Buben (“The Story of the Inky Boys”): Nikolas (or “Agrippa” in some translations)[7] catches three boys teasing a dark-skinned boy. To teach them a lesson, he dips them in black ink.

Based.

For starters, Irish faeries are not like tinkerbell. They like to play pranks. Like kidnapping babies and replacing them with mimics. The creature we’d recognize as the Headless Horseman is Irish folklore, as well as the whole concept of Halloween. Bram Stoker, an Irishman need not have borrowed from Eastern European traditions, because the Irish had a bloodsucking undead monster too.

Every time I see a white dude pilot on my flight I get a little nervous. I hope he’s qualified and not just here because his uncle owns the airline.

AI slop.

The lid is wildly bigger than the seat, and not aligned in any way either. It’s also interesting that the seat is hinged in the back, and fused with porcelain in the front.

I’ll just point out that monotheism creates some interesting and silly problems too. The Pegans can just assign fertility to a female god for example. Without that option, monotheists have to shoehorn the concept of fertility and birth into the patriarch god.

This is the genesis of the idea of men’s spunk being referred to as a “seed”. It was “common sense” in Western civilization from Roman times to the 18th Century that sperm contained fully-formed little people. Women were just the dirt where you planted those little guys. The inventor of the microscope studied sperm first. And he fully expected to find homoculi in his spunk.

Meanwhile the “primitive” people’s of the world would have found this to be insane. Babies come from women, stupid.

Went camping at Olympic once. I was not ready for banana slugs.

This would almost be funny if the sign wasn’t intended as double-entendre in the fist place.

When is the last time he updated his material? He’s out here still spewing that new-atheist line like his mind is powered by Reddit circa 2013.

Ricky is his persona. A dim man, in a fortunate position, over his head. He’s a stuffy old “ya dad” medium-level bigot like Archie Bunker; he’s only able to get a laugh by being the joke.

I once saw a podcast or something that had Ricky, Dave Chappelle, Jerry Seinfeld, and Louie CK. Now Ricky wasn’t the only shit-head at that table, but he did stand out sharply when back-lit by all that talent.

I saw a post where a Cybertruck got T-boned by like a Nissan or something. The Tesla didn’t look damaged badly at all and the other car was modern art. Tesla people were bragging about it until someone pointed out that the Nissan driver walked away while the driver of the Tesla broke both legs.

I know this is anecdote, but the point is that vehicle damage doesn’t prove people injuries.

What is up with all these puerile jokes lately? Lemmy is turning into a cafeteria table for preteen boys.

I was thinking about commenting on misogyny, but I’m not sure the people making these jokes are ready for tall-talk.

I think the spirit of shitposting is in opposition to the spirit of taxonomy. And it’s super ironic to argue over the definition.

Precisely defining shitpost would annihilate it’s meaning and we’d be forced to use another word.

If you pay attention, you’ll notice that English is actually pretty bad at keeping slippery meanings contained inside her words.

I pulled this off reddit. I know that’s gross, but this was too good not to share.

Had a friend who did this with poison ivy. I’m still laughing decades later just thinking about it.

I’ve never understood secure drop-off for used drugs. My mother gives everything to second-hand stores when she’s finished, but when it’s time to throw away pain pills, she jaunts off to the drug store like Jason Borne, to keep the drugs away from junkies.

I keep meaning to tell her that a junkie who discovers her oxy is going to be so much more grateful than whoever finds her old Capris on the rack at Goodwill.