Salesforce needs no help ruining their own image. Their software is just a giant smoldering pile of shit.

You really have to do some next level gymnastics to skate around the many harsh warnings directed at the wealthy throughout the Bible.

The prophet Ezekiel claimed that [the legend of] Sodom’s destruction by God was because of their apathy towards the poor. Not even that they “oppressed” the poor, which other passages also harshly condemn. They knew there was a need, had the means to fill that need, and chose not to which was enough to warrant a firey death.

That’s just one example. The overarching theme is very clear. Having wealth is enabling the suffering of others, which is a one way ticket to the Big Guys bad side.

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💥BOOM!!💥

I often VPN to my home network while on the go. The overall web experience is so much worse without DNS level ad blocking.

Voluptuous Lauren Delivers Lettuce

“Why is your fridge full of lettuce?”

“I’m trying to eat healthier.”

“Take time for yourself.”

Goddammit. When am I supposed to fit that in? I don’t have time for this shit

Once again, I would like to thank stupid politicians and greedy media conglomerates for their contributions to media piracy. If not for all their hard work, we would still be playing Russian Roulette with shitty DIVX rips on Limewire.

I think this is the first time I’ve encountered a church musician on Lemmy. What instrument(s) do you play?

Looks like the set of The Righteous Gemstones.

learn prompts engineering

“Can you please do it right this time? Pretty please?”

If it’s not leaking oil then it’s not a Chevy smallblock.

Who? Us avocado toast swilling, quiet quitting, not consumery enough losers who still live with our parents?

“The weatherman said the word “snow” so now we won’t be picking up this week. You’ll have to wait until next week. Sorry, not sorry. Also, your quarterly payment is due and no, we’re not going to give you a discount for the pickup that we missed.” --Republic Sanitation

Land.

(still… depression is kinda slowly making me wanna kms)

I tried that once when I was a teenager. Obviously, I failed. Kind of a cruel irony being told that you’re never going to amount to anything and then, as you’re working on your own suicide, you suck so bad at tying knots that you fail at that too.

20+ years later, I’m glad I failed. Depression is a deep dark hole that can feel completely inescapable. It’s not inescapable with the right help. You don’t have to do it alone. You just have to be willing to ask for help.

My life so far has been a hard one. It’s been made much harder by the fact that my stupid little brain is broken and makes it extremely difficult to regulate my own emotions. But there’s glimmers of joy in the middle of all the hardness. I have things now that I never could have imagined on that day in my parents garage.

Things like self love and a sense of self worth, a family of my own, people to whom I matter a great deal, and a wealth of experiences that have taught me a great many valuable lessons. Back then I didn’t think anyone would care if I stopped existing. Now, I know that’s not true. Sometimes I’m still here because I’m enjoying my life. Sometimes because I know there are people who love and need me. Somwtimes it’s because even though I don’t feel like that’s true, I know it is and I’m leaning on my meds until my feelings normalize. For me, that’s enough to keep me here until my time is finally up.

My dad would occasionally tell us stories from his childhood. Stuff like his dad grabbing him by the shirt collar and repeatedly punching him in the face. When I was a kid it was just another story. When I got old enough to actually understand what he was talking about it was like, “God damn. No wonder you’re like this.”

I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. It didn’t undo anything he did but it did help me hate him less.

I think I’m really fortunate that my dad somehow realized he completely fucked up and made an effort to repair his relationship with his kids. We’re on good terms now and he’s a way better Grandpa than he was a father. I know a lot of people go through their whole lives only getting to see the worst side of their parents. My dad included.

You are not alone. Your parents do not define your value. Despite their best or worst efforts, they do not ultimately get to decide what kind of person you will be.

Gotta have that “Mar-a-Lago Face”.