You just happened to stumble across the stupidest motherfucker alive. Probably alive. Those risky decisions don’t take themselves.

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Cake day: June 12th, 2023

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  • A lot of people have trouble getting motivated.

    Your comment made me chuckle a little bit.

    I ask myself that same question every day. What’s the point of anything? Do I really need to get out of bed, get to work, eat food, climb out of the debt trap I’m in or even browse Lemmy?

    Something like this could help ease that daily question from myself. If it doesn’t work, it’s fine. Worth a shot. Free is cheaper than recreational drugs.




  • In South Africa, where I live, that kind of thing is a criminal offense known as crimen injuria.

    From Wikipedia:

    Crimen injuria is a crime under South African common law, defined as the act of “unlawfully, intentionally, and seriously impairing the dignity of another.” Although difficult to precisely define, the crime is used in the prosecution of certain instances of road rage, stalking, racially offensive language, emotional or psychological abuse, and sexual offences against children.

    There are also a good number of other laws that deal with child abuse, so offenders won’t just get slapped with a crimen injuria charge on their criminal record and say it was just road rage when questioned.





  • The only one that comes to mind is Hamilton Morris. I don’t know if Morris is a first name, but I really like the dude. He did a bunch of documentaries about drugs for VICE. Big tangent incoming.

    Those documentaries are really good. He did one about Project Coast, an awful program started by the apartheid government in South Africa (before Mandela became president). It’s the reason why the country still has such a high usage of methaqualone (AKA qualuudes, called Mandrax or “Buttons” colloquially) compared to the rest of the world.

    Project Coast did so many much fucking lingering damage. Poisoned baby milk, nerve agents, you name it.

    It was engineered by this piece of shit who earned the nickname “Dr. Death”, Wouter Basson. Cunt got away with it. He’s somehow still a practicing cardiologist in Cape Town. Infuriating.

    Main point: those documentaries are worth a watch. Not an ad. Pirate it if you want.

    Also, if anyone happens to be near Dr Death’s practice, just fucking exorcise that demon.











  • You eventually get used to it

    One time I tried for 5 minutes to get my contact lens out, getting desperate enough to scratch from the white to the iris with my fingernail. I thought I was scratching the contact lens until I felt something weird in the side of my eye.

    The fucking thing slid behind my eye at some point.

    So I scratched my literal fucking eyeball with very little pain.

    My vision was blurry, but I could see only one contact lens was removed in the container. I concluded that it must still be in there and that the bad vision was just my mind playing tricks on me.

    Point is, you can get pretty comfortable touching your eyeball.