halyk.the.red

Who is next to kiss the ring?

Like we can trust the word of the foot soldiers of capitalism.

As measured, obtainable, and realistic as your goal is, I fear it will be ineffective. Protesting is practical, safe, and easily ignored. One CEO gets popped, and suddenly there’s murmurs, unified, across the political spectrum. The elites need to know the sheer terror of writhing masses, wielding blunt and rusty tools, awash with unabated malice.

They’re setting him up to be too scared to face trial, so he killed himself. They talked about how much he was shaking since he got approached by police, he’s pissing himself apparently. Dude is gunna get killed so he can’t talk on the stand. The last thing the oligarchs want is for this guy to have more of a platform.

There’s probably enough of an overlap.

Woodchipper.

I’m sure they did test it, I’m sure they did burn a few. But I don’t want to see how long you’d have to nuke the thing in order to have it burst into flames or melt the eyes in my microwave. I’m gunna heat up some soup later. However, if you would like to stress test the plushie, I’d read your notes later.

There are assumptions for sure, as to the materials of the sloth, and how it interacts with the microwave energy. Will the eyes heat? Probably. Will they heat before the rest of the plushy erupts into flames? Not sure, but it’a testable, just not in my microwave.

There are many sections of the electromagnetic spectrum, but we are dealing with microwave energy in a microwave. Communication signals bouncing off the ionosphere and RF generated by car ignitions doesn’t seem relevent to the discussion.

The RF, as electromagnetic energy, will induce current in metal objects that cut across the path of propagation. Yes, size, shape, material are important, which is why the plushie doesn’t immediately catch fire.

If you allow microwave frequencies to cut across a human body with sufficient output power, you will heat that body and cook them with similar effects as food in a microwave.

The microwave energy will absolutely heat the eyes, and everything else in there, regardless of moisture. The dielectric materials will heat quickly as they offer resistance to the RF.

You must be thinking of humans, as human eyes will generally heat quicker when a body is exposed to RF. The rest of the human body will heat as well, but the eyes may melt first, while electricity arcs between the fillings on their teeth.

Perhaps through the evidence of a crater, and it’s depth in the type of ground in which it was found, is enough for scientists to determine these creatures actually threw up fully erect, not unlike the night I lost my virginity.

No, you’re right. It’s fine that these executives go into meetings and enact plans that harm and kill sick people, while they profit. They should be allowed to do that without consequence. The fact that this one man killed only one person, and without personal profit, is abhorrent.

I would say “failing to empathize” is not correct. Failing implies trying. Calling him a victim seems disengenuous as well. Even if the shooter is a contract killer, there’s no way he has a higher KDR than the parasite he capped.

I miss my dad, too

Pretty sure this was a pokemon first, nature is gunna get sued by nintendo.

Pretty sure they can occur naturally, they happen in Florida a lot. I was reading an article about a guy who had a sinkhole open up under his house over night, he woke up dead the next day.

Possibly there’s autonomous actions required when martial law is declared that take some time to undo? Like taking a tent out of the box, it takes way longer to get it back in, if it ever does.

I’m only guessing, I honestly have no idea what it entails.

I’m fine, thanks for the concern. My previous comment was inspired by the song Shop Vac by Jonathan Coulton, I’ve never been married. I figure I’d have to sell off my sex dolls first, but they were stupid expensive, and you’d surprised how quickly they lose value when you take them out of the box. I figure they’re a bird in hand in either case.

A grueling daily standoff, mired with silent and tense interactions in the hallway, like ships passing in the night? A lonely, cold existence punctuated by depression medication dampened flaccid shower masturbation? A dreary, lifeless union blessed by a loud shop vac in the basement, so the kids can’t hear you crying? You can’t recall the last time you wore a seatbelt or drove sober, because she’s always smiling at her damn phone, and always leaves the room to answer a call. You paid for the fucking thing, and her passcode isn’t even the same as it used to be. Nothing is anymore. Maybe today’s the day someone won’t stop at a red light, or maybe you’ll finally try to grab a cop’s gun. But you won’t. The drudgery shambles on.