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1 year agoI personally like the roulette every time I make a risky click. Am I going to get some horrific medical gore that doctors use to desensitize themselves, or am I going to get cock and ball torture, maybe it’s a sports illustrated calendar girl, or bread nailed to a tree. Who knows? It’s the internet. A terrible place where you can’t trust someone didn’t intentionally mislabel something just to trick you into watching Rick Astley busting some sick dance moves to a catchy song.
I suppose they could make differentiating nsfw types an optional thing though.
Reading through these comments is depressing and my only hope is that I will be dead before the droughts lead to food shortages that effect me. I like eating, I like eating good food, I like having good food available when I want it. I don’t like being hungry. I hope I’m dead before I have to deal with starvation. At least nuclear war would be quick.
Megaprojects are a pipe dream. We can’t even deal with a lowball pandemic together as a nation. What hope do we have of coming together as a world? Let alone for something that isn’t going to have immediate consequences slapping us in the face. We’re a pathetic society that can’t do anything good. All we do is consume. Mr. Smith was right, we’re a virus.
We’re heading for a post-apocalyptic sci-fi future, and all the horrible shit that goes along with it.
In a fucked up way, our only hope is if a mega power somehow dominates the world through some horrific war and consolidates power, while somehow avoiding nuclear war and then does a quick 180° straight into eco-fascism. That’s the glorious future we have to look forward to. Life under a global authoritarian regime with severe austerity measures to deal with global warming. People will starve, people will be executed. The horrors of Stalinism will be our reality, and it is the only thing that can save us from ourselves.
I fucking hope I die, because I wasn’t built for suffering.