I’m lame. I play xbox bf6 and helldivers 2. I play other things, but I’m a parent with a business my partner and I run.

If I say something that makes me look like an asshole, I probably was, but I know this and I work to not be that way.

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Cake day: June 13th, 2025

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  • Gotta be honest. Been with my partner over 10 yrs. This meme didn’t say anything about “wife ruining the day.” It was simply a joke about when you have a moment the partner can sometimes sense that.

    Like this meme has never happened to you? You were never just chilling and the wife/partner comes in with something to do?

    I’d be more inclined to see this as boomer shit if it followed up with Kermit putting a gun in his mouth to escape his wife.



  • The same way humans have always done things under the noses of their oppressers. Hidden languages, signs, handshakes, passwords, hidden messages in pictures and books.

    You can never truly keep someone from being who they are to their core. A gay man will be a gay man the same way a straight man will be straight man. Be it in the shadows, behind closed doors, or on the balcony for the world to see. Humans will find a way to be who they are inside.




  • I agree. Killing someone is murder not matter the circumstances. But I am aware enough to know that not all murder is murder. Would you say the person who kills another person harming their family a murderer? By all definition they are, but would we hound them as evil or bad or crazy? Or would we say “they did what they did to defend their family.”

    But also I keep seeing this denial of what MAGA can do.

    There is no greater danger than to underestimate your opponents.

    If I was to step back and look at it, MAGA has proven again and again that they are capable and willing. To be even more honest, they are whooping our asses right now.

    What I’m saying is, when the chips are laid down and the dust is settled and you are face to face with hateful human who doesn’t care about your logic or beliefs, and is willing to mow you down to get what they want…do you really wanna push everyone who is willing to cross that line away?

    I’d much rather have a person willing to pick up a spear and fight along side me than someone to quote to me why I’m wrong for wanting to fight.

    I won’t down vote you or anything. Your beliefs are yours. I know we both probably agree, we should strive for better as a species. But for me, I don’t believe we can get to a better world unless we are willing to put our selves on the line for it.

    (I’ll try to reread your comment more, but right now I am spending time with my kid)


  • Okay, while I agree, killing someone is a heavy thing, why do we always beat down the folks on our side willing to do it?

    I mean, you are right. Being in a situation where someone wants to kill you makes you shake rattle and roll to find any way out…that’s just not always an option.

    I’m not saying we shouldn’t find a way to fix things without violence, but that’s not always the case. The only place where you can end ever conflict with no violence is in make believe land.

    I constantly see folks like you saying “y’all are so dumb wanting to fight back against them, you’ll never kill any of em. Etc etc.”

    At this point all you are doing is demoralizing the folks on our side who will pick up a gun and fight back.

    I mean when some back woods red neck is at your door with a shotty are you gonna talk? Do you think they will listen?

    They know what they are doing is wrong. They know you are human. They hear your logic and reasoning. They do not care. They want you dead.

    Have your acts of philosophy and your bleeding speeches about how violence is never the answer. Have your moments to tell us that we must rise above the animalistic impulse to take and destroy.

    But stop beating down the folks who would and are willing to take up the mantle of warrior to defend us against such humans that would seek to destroy everything we are.







  • Oh damn. I have seen shadows dart across.

    The hardest was seeing a blurry image of my little baby princess cat Mable. She had passed during Christmas and it was a week after. I just couldn’t sleep. Blaming myself for not knowing she was sick or the way she got sick could’ve been prevented.

    I was 33, in a vets office, letting our wails of sorrow and pain. On my knees begging a God I don’t believe in to save a cat I stole from it’s abusive owners.

    So I was distraught for a while. I’m even tearing up typing this.

    I saw her out the corner of my eye and heard her little chirps she would do to greet me when I got home. I turned my head so quickly and went "Mable!?’ Then it hit me…she wasn’t there. She was gone and I’d never see her again.

    It haunts me to this day and I feel, honest to the Universe, that I hear her in other rooms and seeQ her run by the corner of my eye.

    I’d be lying if I didn’t say sometimes I hope the hallucinating would get to a point to see her fully and tell her how sorry I am I failed her and how I wish I wouldn’t have been so busy being a father and a husband that I could have seen she needed me. To tell her that her little cat life left such an impact on me that I choose to confront life with more kindness and love, just like she would do.

    Ugh sorry. Got emotional there.


  • I was at a house cleaning (my partner and I clean airbnbs)

    It’s a big house in between Valdosta and Hahira GA. They called it the Morven House.

    https://maps.app.goo.gl/WStvQFQyBQEtBiLa9

    That’s the house, to give an idea of how in the woods I was. It was 2 story house with a huge master bed and bath, huge family room and huge kitchen. With 3 bedrooms and a fullbath up stairs. The outside was woods with a river in the back.

    This was about 12 at night (car didn’t have ac at the time, so I drove it at night)

    My partner usually works with me, but she had been working really hard so I was by myself.

    Around 2 am, I was mopping the master bath. When I heard what I thought was someone running up stairs. The lights were off up there, as I had just finished cleaning it.

    I stopped, waited. Didn’t hear anything, got back to listening to Distractible. That’s when I heard it again.

    Now, I’m not a little bitch. Human or Demon, you best be ready for objects to be flung at you and fist to ignite you. I am as mean as Satan’s spit. So, with a piece of rebar I keep on my cleaning kit (yes crazy, but no one fucks with a man with a 12 in rebar in his hand) I went up and said "anyone here, this is your only chance to leave. Other wise I will kill you.

    Which sounds crazy, but I know what humans are capable of. My mom was almost kidnapped by a group of men on her way home from working at the 7/11 in Tampa.

    And if you are in my house or place.of work when you aren’t suppose to be, I assume the worst.

    I get up there a flick the lights on. Checked each room. Nobody. As I left the last room, and started towards the stairs that’s when it got bad.

    Suddenly I heard feet. Big feet. And felt it. It felt like someone big like Andrea the Giant big was bull rushing me from behind. My brain screamed, my body tensed, and I swung around rebar up and ready to bop a mudder.

    I was left looking down a pitch black hallway. I stood there for what felt like forever but was just a couple of minutes. Finished up with no podcast or music and left so quickly.

    The creepiest part was going to get in the car. Pitch black woods with no lights.