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2023.03.20 23:18 Brivdon Looking to start a band
Hi I am a freshman looking to start a band. I play bass and guitar but would prefer to play bass. I’m down for mostly anything ranging from hardcore, to rock, to alternative, and punk. I’d even be down to start/join a jazz group if anyone was interested. We would mainly just practice and put out some music this semester and look at starting to play shows next semester. You need to have some experience with your instrument, I am not going to teach you how to play guitar and if you have never practiced singing before then you probably arnt ready to sing in a band setting. Dm if interested
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2023.03.20 23:15 Standegamerz Is moving to the US worth it?
I am a student in Belgium and have to pick my major for university pretty soon. I’ve been thinking about doing EE combined with CS while getting some broader engineering courses aswel (yes it’s a thing over here). Ive been looking into what jobs follow after I’ve done my MSc which I don’t know what it is going to be yet. But jobs that would be pretty common for me would be engineering and software engineering jobs. Now when I look at salaries over heer for SWE it becomes very obvious very fast that in the US SWE and engineering in general gets paid way better. Depending on the masters degree that I’ll do I may go into finance which gives me the ability to go into quantitative finance which has a high salary in the US and in Europe. Do you guys think it would be worth it to go to the US for let’s say 10 years to earn like 5x the money I would make overhere and than come back? Or is it better for me to go into finance and try to become a quant so that I don’t have to go to the US?
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2023.03.20 23:14 0111010101 Synthetic Space Angels
This concept derives from several fringe theories that are not necessary to the plot of a book but will help one to understand it and see where it could lead. Maybe material for a science-fantasy prequel, or a twist ending.
First, the intelligent plasma theory of paranormal and unidentified aerial phenomena. This is the idea that UFOs are sentient non-physical or para-physical beings. They could be naturally occurring, a form of life science has not yet identified. Under the right conditions, ball lightning could spring into existent, cause a bush to catch fire, and spontaneously gain consciousness--became an "I AM" who feels compelled to flag down the nearest prophet in the desert and talk his ear off.
Alternatively, there's secret US government technology that can project sound via laser. If fired from a satellite at a bush in the desert, the bush would ignite and appear to start talking.
A third possibility is that aliens could develop such technology. Not just sound projection but the actual intelligent plasma. That's what I call Synthetic Space Angels. So, an alien satellite shoots a laser at the bush and manifests intelligent ball lightning.
MORE FRINGE THEORIES
That hypothetical alien satellite could be what Philip K Dick called VALIS. I highly recommend that book, and skimming his Exegesis (about 8,000 pages of rambling notes he'd written trying to explain his mystical experience or psychosis). He thought that an alien satellite had hit him with a beam of pink light, and that it had struck other people the same way. Whether PKD knew this or not, self-identified alien contactees have reported similar experiences, being struck by a bright light and receiving sudden knowledge or communication from aliens, and gaining special abilities. Such people often go on to start UFO cults. (The movie Phenomenon, with John Travolta, was based on such contactee stories.)
Another possible source of the beam could be what John Keel called The Eighth Tower. He wrote a book theorizing that an ancient advanced civilization, or possibly aliens, built an artificial intelligence designed to watch over this planet and guide its development through contact with individual humans.
If a civilization developed Synthetic Space Angels, they could beam them across the universe at the speed of light, like non-physical robots, programmed to guide intelligent alien life in preparation for human colonization. This is the big concept.
EVEN MORE FRINGE THEORIES
Whether intelligent plasmas arise naturally or are sent here by aliens, it's possible that ancient technology developed to control them. This could be what built the pyramids. Imagine a pre-dynastic Egyptian using a scepter to command an intelligent plasma; it would look like magic. (It was said that Jesus went to Egypt and learned magic, which is how he was able to perform apparent miracles. The apparent magical ability of Moses could have worked the same way. Being a prophet is just a different way of interacting with intelligent plasma.)
The pyramids themselves may have been like enormous capacitors that, when discharged, created intelligent plasma. Or, they may have been like Star Gates for receiving them from another planet. The ascension of pharaohs may have been transformation of human into intelligent plasma, possibly beaming them off to the home world of the gods.
Another place this technology may have developed was in Ancient Israel. King Solomon possessed a ring that he used to command 72 demons to build the first temple. Same technology as the Egyptian scepter described above. "Demon" is just an unkind word for gods (intelligent plasmas) that aren't Yahweh. So-called demons may or may not be less powerful than Yahweh; it's not really relevant.
The Ark of the Covenant may have literally been a way to transport their god, to carry Yahweh into battle with them, just like they said it was. It probably would play out just like in Indiana Jones, if anyone were foolish enough to open it.
None of this stuff about Egyptians and Jews has to be true, in-world, but, if the technology to create Synthetic Space Angels were real, then it could be true. Realizing this could be a twist ending, like, "Oh no. We weren't the first to create this technology." Or it could be like, "Oh no. We are the aliens." Imagine this ending: a crazed, half-starved, alien is roaming the desert, when a bush spontaneously ignites and starts talking to him about religion.
I think that's pretty much all of it. Basically, the creation of non-physical robots for space colonization. If intelligent plasma were impossible, it would be nanobots, or larger space probes controlled by AI, but I like the mystical aspect of "gods" being involved.
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First, the intelligent plasma theory of paranormal and unidentified aerial phenomena. This is the idea that UFOs are sentient non-physical or para-physical beings. They could be naturally occurring, a form of life science has not yet identified. Under the right conditions, ball lightning could spring into existent, cause a bush to catch fire, and spontaneously gain consciousness--became an "I AM" who feels compelled to flag down the nearest prophet in the desert and talk his ear off.
Alternatively, there's secret US government technology that can project sound via laser. If fired from a satellite at a bush in the desert, the bush would ignite and appear to start talking.
A third possibility is that aliens could develop such technology. Not just sound projection but the actual intelligent plasma. That's what I call Synthetic Space Angels. So, an alien satellite shoots a laser at the bush and manifests intelligent ball lightning.
MORE FRINGE THEORIES
That hypothetical alien satellite could be what Philip K Dick called VALIS. I highly recommend that book, and skimming his Exegesis (about 8,000 pages of rambling notes he'd written trying to explain his mystical experience or psychosis). He thought that an alien satellite had hit him with a beam of pink light, and that it had struck other people the same way. Whether PKD knew this or not, self-identified alien contactees have reported similar experiences, being struck by a bright light and receiving sudden knowledge or communication from aliens, and gaining special abilities. Such people often go on to start UFO cults. (The movie Phenomenon, with John Travolta, was based on such contactee stories.)
Another possible source of the beam could be what John Keel called The Eighth Tower. He wrote a book theorizing that an ancient advanced civilization, or possibly aliens, built an artificial intelligence designed to watch over this planet and guide its development through contact with individual humans.
If a civilization developed Synthetic Space Angels, they could beam them across the universe at the speed of light, like non-physical robots, programmed to guide intelligent alien life in preparation for human colonization. This is the big concept.
EVEN MORE FRINGE THEORIES
Whether intelligent plasmas arise naturally or are sent here by aliens, it's possible that ancient technology developed to control them. This could be what built the pyramids. Imagine a pre-dynastic Egyptian using a scepter to command an intelligent plasma; it would look like magic. (It was said that Jesus went to Egypt and learned magic, which is how he was able to perform apparent miracles. The apparent magical ability of Moses could have worked the same way. Being a prophet is just a different way of interacting with intelligent plasma.)
The pyramids themselves may have been like enormous capacitors that, when discharged, created intelligent plasma. Or, they may have been like Star Gates for receiving them from another planet. The ascension of pharaohs may have been transformation of human into intelligent plasma, possibly beaming them off to the home world of the gods.
Another place this technology may have developed was in Ancient Israel. King Solomon possessed a ring that he used to command 72 demons to build the first temple. Same technology as the Egyptian scepter described above. "Demon" is just an unkind word for gods (intelligent plasmas) that aren't Yahweh. So-called demons may or may not be less powerful than Yahweh; it's not really relevant.
The Ark of the Covenant may have literally been a way to transport their god, to carry Yahweh into battle with them, just like they said it was. It probably would play out just like in Indiana Jones, if anyone were foolish enough to open it.
None of this stuff about Egyptians and Jews has to be true, in-world, but, if the technology to create Synthetic Space Angels were real, then it could be true. Realizing this could be a twist ending, like, "Oh no. We weren't the first to create this technology." Or it could be like, "Oh no. We are the aliens." Imagine this ending: a crazed, half-starved, alien is roaming the desert, when a bush spontaneously ignites and starts talking to him about religion.
I think that's pretty much all of it. Basically, the creation of non-physical robots for space colonization. If intelligent plasma were impossible, it would be nanobots, or larger space probes controlled by AI, but I like the mystical aspect of "gods" being involved.
2023.03.20 23:13 Rabendabare newborn kittens dying
Tldr at the bottom.
So my cat which is a Scottish fold gave birth a few days ago (like a week ago?), this is her 3rd pregnancy. She had 6 but one of them was underdeveloped so it died, but the rest of the kittens were fine and growing normally. Then one died 2 days ago and another one today (maybe like an hour ago) but they both died while no one was home.
And this isn't the first time this sort of thing happened. When her first pregnancy happened all the kittens lived and were perfectly healthy except for 1 that died right after it was born. Her 2nd one they were sort of fine until mom cat got sick and that made her not care about them anymore, so we were hand feeding them and making them them for most of the time. But they all died one by one. Right now I found one of them close to dying with the dead one, he wasn't moving and laying on his side and breathing slow, he also wasn't meowing when I poked him multiple times like his siblings. And when I picked him up he was limp and barely moving, just kicking and flapping his arms and legs. He was also dropping his head to the side which is usually a sign of them dying. I'm currently keeping him warm and feeding him bottled cat milk (he can't drink from mom) every few moments and giving him to mom cat to lick him and give him warmth, and I've been making sure he doesn't lose consciousness. He seemed to gain his energy back at first (he meowed 3 times and was moving a little more) but now he's moving even less than now. He tried to meow a couple of times, but no sound came out and his mouth sometimes stays open like a corpse.
Idk if its fading kitten syndrome because I feel like it's happening too fast to be that. Any idea on why this is happening and how to stop it?
Tldr: mom cat is on her third pregnancy after her last one's died from most likely fading kitten syndrome. The new kittens are dying. And right now I have one that's about to die, I've been bottle feeding and warming him but his energy is still going down. How do I help him and if I can't can I at least save the others.
important notes: the vet is not an option because the free clinics don't help much, all they can do is prescribe medication or refer you to another veterinary that is expensive
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So my cat which is a Scottish fold gave birth a few days ago (like a week ago?), this is her 3rd pregnancy. She had 6 but one of them was underdeveloped so it died, but the rest of the kittens were fine and growing normally. Then one died 2 days ago and another one today (maybe like an hour ago) but they both died while no one was home.
And this isn't the first time this sort of thing happened. When her first pregnancy happened all the kittens lived and were perfectly healthy except for 1 that died right after it was born. Her 2nd one they were sort of fine until mom cat got sick and that made her not care about them anymore, so we were hand feeding them and making them them for most of the time. But they all died one by one. Right now I found one of them close to dying with the dead one, he wasn't moving and laying on his side and breathing slow, he also wasn't meowing when I poked him multiple times like his siblings. And when I picked him up he was limp and barely moving, just kicking and flapping his arms and legs. He was also dropping his head to the side which is usually a sign of them dying. I'm currently keeping him warm and feeding him bottled cat milk (he can't drink from mom) every few moments and giving him to mom cat to lick him and give him warmth, and I've been making sure he doesn't lose consciousness. He seemed to gain his energy back at first (he meowed 3 times and was moving a little more) but now he's moving even less than now. He tried to meow a couple of times, but no sound came out and his mouth sometimes stays open like a corpse.
Idk if its fading kitten syndrome because I feel like it's happening too fast to be that. Any idea on why this is happening and how to stop it?
Tldr: mom cat is on her third pregnancy after her last one's died from most likely fading kitten syndrome. The new kittens are dying. And right now I have one that's about to die, I've been bottle feeding and warming him but his energy is still going down. How do I help him and if I can't can I at least save the others.
important notes: the vet is not an option because the free clinics don't help much, all they can do is prescribe medication or refer you to another veterinary that is expensive
2023.03.20 23:12 drencentheshds I am so frustrated with my relationship with my mother
My mother and I have had a very rough relationship for most of my life. When I was around 10 or so, she started drinking a lot and she quit her job that she had for over 10 years. Because I was the oldest child, that meant a lot of the responsibilities came to me with my younger siblings (there are 4 of them, 2 of them were literaly toddlers/babies). She had many spouts of working small jobs, which meant I'd have to babysit on the days we were over there (my parents are separated and myself and 2 other siblings would go to my dad's for half the week, the other two have different fathers). But then even when she wasn't working, her drinking got worse, and I'd still have to babysit. This went on until I was about 14, and CPS got involved and took us all from her. I'm 24 now, almost 25, and things have improved between my mother and I, but not much. She was barely around during my teen years. She had no place for me to stay when my dad and stepmother packed my things and kicked me out a month after graduating high-school, because of course, she was still drinking constantly.
Since then she doesn't drink as much now, so she is easier to have a relationship with. But she also expects me to just fully forgive her and trust her after all of those years I lost taking care of her children, going through my teen years with no support, and having to find other family to live with when I got kicked out at 18 with no driver's license or job. As I'm getting older, I'm realizing that not only is my mother an alcoholic, but she is a narcissist. And the more I'm learning about who she is, the more I realize, maybe I don't want a relationship with her at all. It's crazy because this is all I wanted when I was 15, 16, 17. I just wanted my mom like everyone else had theirs.
But some things have happened recently that have caused me to maybe think about cutting contact. I'll try to explain it without dragging it on too long, so I'm sorry if I fail at doing so:
About a month ago, I told her a movie was being re-released and I was really excited. We both really enjoy this movie, so she said we will have to make a plan to go see it. Well about 2 weeks ago, I visited 2 of my sisters, and they told me they went and saw the movie. All of them, with our mother, as a whole family (minus one siblings who lives in another state). But no one invited me. I was hurt by this, but not too badly, but I did decide to confront my mother about it, since I was the one who suggested we go in the first place.She immediately pushed all blame onto me and said she didn't invite me to come along because I'm "always busy." So you can't send a fucking text? How hard is that? Am I crazy for thinking that is out of line to ask my mom to at least try to invite me? If I was busy then oh well, but she could've at least tried.
So anyways she said that her and I could just go. I told her I didn't really want to and I wasn't feeling like it, because it really would've been fun to experience it with the whole family, and not just taking me because I was an afterthought. She gets mad and says that if I wanted to go so bad that I should've made plans well before they went. So once again, it's my fault that I wasn't invited, because I shouldve made the plan first??? She can't just apologize and say she should've just sent a quick text. Since that happened, I've been more distant because her reaction hurt my feelings, and I'm dealing with a lot of other stuff mentally. My mom has a tendency to text me literally every day sometimes (when she doesn't go back to her old ways and go on a drinking bender). I don't text anyone every day, and keeping up with the constant communication is very exhausting to me.
So a week has past since the movie debacle, and we're on to last Monday now. She texted me asking how I'm doing at around noon. I was very busy with work until around 4:30, and spent time decompressing and wasn't on my phone. Then at 6 pm, I get a knock on my apartment door. It's my mother. And she stopped by to make sure I was okay because I didn't answer at noon. Let me repeat that. My mother was so "worried" about her adult, nearly 25 year old daughter, not answering her for 6 hours. 6 hours!!! Not even a whole fucking day! And she knows I work. She knew I was busy that day.
So I get a bit defensive and she immediately gets mad and says I should appreciate that she cares about me enough to take the time to come to my house and check up on me. I simply tell her that I am an adult, and that I should be allowed not to text her every single day. I tried setting a boundary and saying that it is stressful for me to have to keep up with the constant communication. She literally just walked away while I was in the middle of a sentence and hasn't spoken to me since.
So here's one last bit of info. One of my sisters ended up being put into my grandparents care during the CPS stuff, and has stayed with them since. She lives in another state with them, so we don't get to see her very often. I have some past issues with my grandparents, my grandfather especially. Without getting into details, he made me very uncomfortable a few years ago while they were living in the same state as me. They were who I went to live with when I was kicked out of my dad's. I told my grandmother what he did to make me uncomfortable and she ignored me and chose not to believe me. I worry about my sister and have tried to get her taken out of their care in case my grandfather tries to be weird with her, but my hands are tied unfortunately.
So fast forward to this most recent weekend. I get a text from my grandmother saying they are in town, and they'd love to go to dinner. I made en excuse as to why I couldn't, because I have no interest in being in the same room as my grandparents, but of course I'd love to see my sister. They are here until next Saturday, so I still have time. But I didn't even know my sister would be in the state, because my mom failed to tell me.
So I texted one of my other sisters today to ask if they've seen her with our mom yet, or if there was a plan to. She replied "we all saw her yesterday and will probably see her again before she goes." I just started sobbing.
So my mom is so angry with me over me setting a boundary and asking for space last week when she showed up to my place, that she A) could not even give me a heads up my sister would be here and B) won't even tell me when they're seeing her so I don't have to put myself in an uncomfortable position by having to see my grandparents. She knows what my grandpa did and that I don't want a relationship with him or my grandmother. I don't even know if this is the right place for this post, but I am just so hurt and baffled. How can my mom not see that this all could've been avoided if she hadn't blamed me for her not inviting me to the movie, and then if she hadn't gotten so angry with me for setting what I believe to be a pretty normal boundary for an adult?
Any advice or kind words would be appreciated. I am super sad that this is happening. I think it may be time to cut off contact with her. I know it may seem so dramatic for me to end my relationship with her, but it's a long time coming. She always disrespects me and when I stand up for myself, she never apologizes and instead finds a way to make it my fault. I'm so tired of sitting here wondering why I deserve to be left out, especially when my siblings are alive and well mainly because of my raising them all those years, when I should've been allowed to be a kid and have fun. She treats the other kids so different than she treats me, and it hurts. I'm so tired of being my mothers punching bag. And I am more than tired of being punished by trying to live a normal and peaceful life after such a traumatic childhood. But then if she can't bully me, she starts texting the other 2 that are the next oldest when she's drunk, and I don't want that for them. They shouldn't have to deal with what I did. I want to protect them, but I also know with my mental health being as bad as it is, that I cannot carry the weight of my mother and all that comes with her forever. I'm just very lost and sad. Thank you to all who reads this and to anyone who may comment. I really appreciate anyone who takes the time to let me vent about this.
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Since then she doesn't drink as much now, so she is easier to have a relationship with. But she also expects me to just fully forgive her and trust her after all of those years I lost taking care of her children, going through my teen years with no support, and having to find other family to live with when I got kicked out at 18 with no driver's license or job. As I'm getting older, I'm realizing that not only is my mother an alcoholic, but she is a narcissist. And the more I'm learning about who she is, the more I realize, maybe I don't want a relationship with her at all. It's crazy because this is all I wanted when I was 15, 16, 17. I just wanted my mom like everyone else had theirs.
But some things have happened recently that have caused me to maybe think about cutting contact. I'll try to explain it without dragging it on too long, so I'm sorry if I fail at doing so:
About a month ago, I told her a movie was being re-released and I was really excited. We both really enjoy this movie, so she said we will have to make a plan to go see it. Well about 2 weeks ago, I visited 2 of my sisters, and they told me they went and saw the movie. All of them, with our mother, as a whole family (minus one siblings who lives in another state). But no one invited me. I was hurt by this, but not too badly, but I did decide to confront my mother about it, since I was the one who suggested we go in the first place.She immediately pushed all blame onto me and said she didn't invite me to come along because I'm "always busy." So you can't send a fucking text? How hard is that? Am I crazy for thinking that is out of line to ask my mom to at least try to invite me? If I was busy then oh well, but she could've at least tried.
So anyways she said that her and I could just go. I told her I didn't really want to and I wasn't feeling like it, because it really would've been fun to experience it with the whole family, and not just taking me because I was an afterthought. She gets mad and says that if I wanted to go so bad that I should've made plans well before they went. So once again, it's my fault that I wasn't invited, because I shouldve made the plan first??? She can't just apologize and say she should've just sent a quick text. Since that happened, I've been more distant because her reaction hurt my feelings, and I'm dealing with a lot of other stuff mentally. My mom has a tendency to text me literally every day sometimes (when she doesn't go back to her old ways and go on a drinking bender). I don't text anyone every day, and keeping up with the constant communication is very exhausting to me.
So a week has past since the movie debacle, and we're on to last Monday now. She texted me asking how I'm doing at around noon. I was very busy with work until around 4:30, and spent time decompressing and wasn't on my phone. Then at 6 pm, I get a knock on my apartment door. It's my mother. And she stopped by to make sure I was okay because I didn't answer at noon. Let me repeat that. My mother was so "worried" about her adult, nearly 25 year old daughter, not answering her for 6 hours. 6 hours!!! Not even a whole fucking day! And she knows I work. She knew I was busy that day.
So I get a bit defensive and she immediately gets mad and says I should appreciate that she cares about me enough to take the time to come to my house and check up on me. I simply tell her that I am an adult, and that I should be allowed not to text her every single day. I tried setting a boundary and saying that it is stressful for me to have to keep up with the constant communication. She literally just walked away while I was in the middle of a sentence and hasn't spoken to me since.
So here's one last bit of info. One of my sisters ended up being put into my grandparents care during the CPS stuff, and has stayed with them since. She lives in another state with them, so we don't get to see her very often. I have some past issues with my grandparents, my grandfather especially. Without getting into details, he made me very uncomfortable a few years ago while they were living in the same state as me. They were who I went to live with when I was kicked out of my dad's. I told my grandmother what he did to make me uncomfortable and she ignored me and chose not to believe me. I worry about my sister and have tried to get her taken out of their care in case my grandfather tries to be weird with her, but my hands are tied unfortunately.
So fast forward to this most recent weekend. I get a text from my grandmother saying they are in town, and they'd love to go to dinner. I made en excuse as to why I couldn't, because I have no interest in being in the same room as my grandparents, but of course I'd love to see my sister. They are here until next Saturday, so I still have time. But I didn't even know my sister would be in the state, because my mom failed to tell me.
So I texted one of my other sisters today to ask if they've seen her with our mom yet, or if there was a plan to. She replied "we all saw her yesterday and will probably see her again before she goes." I just started sobbing.
So my mom is so angry with me over me setting a boundary and asking for space last week when she showed up to my place, that she A) could not even give me a heads up my sister would be here and B) won't even tell me when they're seeing her so I don't have to put myself in an uncomfortable position by having to see my grandparents. She knows what my grandpa did and that I don't want a relationship with him or my grandmother. I don't even know if this is the right place for this post, but I am just so hurt and baffled. How can my mom not see that this all could've been avoided if she hadn't blamed me for her not inviting me to the movie, and then if she hadn't gotten so angry with me for setting what I believe to be a pretty normal boundary for an adult?
Any advice or kind words would be appreciated. I am super sad that this is happening. I think it may be time to cut off contact with her. I know it may seem so dramatic for me to end my relationship with her, but it's a long time coming. She always disrespects me and when I stand up for myself, she never apologizes and instead finds a way to make it my fault. I'm so tired of sitting here wondering why I deserve to be left out, especially when my siblings are alive and well mainly because of my raising them all those years, when I should've been allowed to be a kid and have fun. She treats the other kids so different than she treats me, and it hurts. I'm so tired of being my mothers punching bag. And I am more than tired of being punished by trying to live a normal and peaceful life after such a traumatic childhood. But then if she can't bully me, she starts texting the other 2 that are the next oldest when she's drunk, and I don't want that for them. They shouldn't have to deal with what I did. I want to protect them, but I also know with my mental health being as bad as it is, that I cannot carry the weight of my mother and all that comes with her forever. I'm just very lost and sad. Thank you to all who reads this and to anyone who may comment. I really appreciate anyone who takes the time to let me vent about this.
2023.03.20 23:11 CarrotOk5417 What if the White Army won the Russian Civil War?
I’m assuming y’all know about the Russian Revolution so I’m going to horribly oversimplify.
Context: As Russia is losing ww1, it started facing internal tensions that led to its government get overthrown a few times in 1917.
By October, the Bolsheviks started to take power by force after a failed election, this started the Russian Civil War. The Bolsheviks (or the Red Army) succeeded in crushing all other factions (or the White Army) after 6 years.
However, this didn’t need to happen if some battles went differently. What if in an alternate timeline the White Army won the Russian Civil War?
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Context: As Russia is losing ww1, it started facing internal tensions that led to its government get overthrown a few times in 1917.
By October, the Bolsheviks started to take power by force after a failed election, this started the Russian Civil War. The Bolsheviks (or the Red Army) succeeded in crushing all other factions (or the White Army) after 6 years.
However, this didn’t need to happen if some battles went differently. What if in an alternate timeline the White Army won the Russian Civil War?
2023.03.20 23:10 Mr_Bell_Man Kurozumi Orochi (One Piece)
Kurozumi Orochi is the brave hero of the land of Wano. 20 years ago, he defeated the evil Kozuki Oden by using his trademark Orochi Two Sword Style. Since that day, Orochi has served as Wano’s shogun to ensure that everyone has bright smiles on their faces.
…Everything but the shogun part is actually just all lies used to make Orochi look heroic to Wano’s citizens. In reality, Orochi is a pathetic manchild who only became shogun by enlisting the help of Kaido. Orochi is one of the main antagonists during the Wano arc mainly due to his history with usurping the Kozuki, as in terms of combat he fucking sucks and doesn’t have much going there.
(For the record I’m only making this thread because I’m covering some of the One Piece characters who don’t have threads and Orochi happens to have a rare devil fruit)
Devil Fruit: Hebi Hebi no Mi, Model: Yamata no Orochi (Snake-Snake Fruit, Model: Yamata-no-Orochi)
Orochi has eaten a mythical zoan devil fruit that allows him to transform into a big hydra-like snake monster. In addition to gaining multiple heads with great strength, one who has eaten this fruit can survive having their head cut off multiple times. Unfortunately for this rare devil fruit, it was eaten by Orochi who barely uses it to its potential.
Feats with Orochi in his snake form are tagged with [Snake]
Strength
Respect Threads for Scaling
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…Everything but the shogun part is actually just all lies used to make Orochi look heroic to Wano’s citizens. In reality, Orochi is a pathetic manchild who only became shogun by enlisting the help of Kaido. Orochi is one of the main antagonists during the Wano arc mainly due to his history with usurping the Kozuki, as in terms of combat he fucking sucks and doesn’t have much going there.
(For the record I’m only making this thread because I’m covering some of the One Piece characters who don’t have threads and Orochi happens to have a rare devil fruit)
Orochi has eaten a mythical zoan devil fruit that allows him to transform into a big hydra-like snake monster. In addition to gaining multiple heads with great strength, one who has eaten this fruit can survive having their head cut off multiple times. Unfortunately for this rare devil fruit, it was eaten by Orochi who barely uses it to its potential.
- To kill someone who eats this fruit, you must cut off their head 8 times.
- While in his human form, Orochi has his head cut off by surprise by Kaido and survives.
- Has 6 of his snake heads effortlessly cut off by some of the Red Scabbards but is still alive.
- [Limit] Dies after having his 8th and final head sliced off by Denjiro.
- At the end of Wano, it’s stated during a stage play that Orochi had some final words to Hiyori even after having his final head cut off. It’s unknown whether this actually happened or if it is just a dramatic retelling for the sake of theater.
Strength
- Using a sword, slices a shoji (Japanese divider wall) in half whilst trying to kill a little girl.
- Lifts Toko (a 6 y/o girl) in the air with one arm. Here is the anime version for easier viewing.
- [Snake] Bites multiple Wano civilians at once using his multiple mouths and lifts Hiyori up into the air.
- [Snake] Alright after having a ceiling fall on him in his snake form.
- Survives having a large amount of ceiling debris fall on him in his human form, but can’t get out.
- Survives for a little bit while on fire, and uses the last of his strength to turn into his snake form to try and attack Hiyori.
- Quickdraws a gun to shoot a CP0 agent in the head.
- Executes Yasuie by shooting him from far away. Here are some alternate shots to show how far Yasuie was (Orochi is off-screen to the left of the execution center).
- Shoots between a bamboo barricade to kill a little girl trying to save her dead dad, however the bullet is stopped by Zoro and Sanji.
- Nami uses Zeus’ lightning to escape from Orochi’s chambers. It’s unknown with how the panel is drawn whether she aimed at the ground or at Orochi himself. The anime version has Nami hit the floor, but depending on how you look at the original manga version this could possibly double as a durability feat since Orochi was fine by the next day (yeah I'm trying lol).
- Using SMILE fruits, did the most fucked up thing ever.
- He was born to burn.
Toko- Denjiro
2023.03.20 23:09 Notyouraveragebean7 Incoming CBS exchange student, seeking guidance in housing application ranking and more!
Hejså! I am moving back to Copenhagen for exchange starting on August but I have many doubts regarding student housing, I know it's a complicated subject in Copenhagen, I am mexican and hopefully can still conversationally speak danish!
So my first question is regarding the available residencies from the CBS housing forum, we do not get much info on the residencies and we have to rank them, if anyone has any guidance on the following residencies or can point out any pros/cons i'd very much appreciate it.
-Kathrine Kollegiet
-Kongens Tværvej
-Porcelaenshaven
-Svanevej
-TIETGEN KOLLEGIET
Secondly, how likely is it to get into any of this residencies through the housing forum application? Should I start planning an alternative, and if so, what are other good options? Is there something I should to increase my chances on being accepted?
Third, since friends are going on exchange to nearby at the same time, we plan on briefly visiting each other, CBS housing forum says no overnight visitors are allowed in the residencies, but from the residencies own websites, no such policy is mentioned. Is this an actual rule? Is it commonly enforced?
Finally, is there anything else important I should know before I arrive? I have lived in Denmark before but Copenhagen is mostly new to me, so any extra information is welcome!
To everyone that read this and answers, tusind tusind tak:)))
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So my first question is regarding the available residencies from the CBS housing forum, we do not get much info on the residencies and we have to rank them, if anyone has any guidance on the following residencies or can point out any pros/cons i'd very much appreciate it.
-Kathrine Kollegiet
-Kongens Tværvej
-Porcelaenshaven
-Svanevej
-TIETGEN KOLLEGIET
Secondly, how likely is it to get into any of this residencies through the housing forum application? Should I start planning an alternative, and if so, what are other good options? Is there something I should to increase my chances on being accepted?
Third, since friends are going on exchange to nearby at the same time, we plan on briefly visiting each other, CBS housing forum says no overnight visitors are allowed in the residencies, but from the residencies own websites, no such policy is mentioned. Is this an actual rule? Is it commonly enforced?
Finally, is there anything else important I should know before I arrive? I have lived in Denmark before but Copenhagen is mostly new to me, so any extra information is welcome!
To everyone that read this and answers, tusind tusind tak:)))
2023.03.20 23:09 Nirigialpora Got yelled at for something I couldn't control and didn't have the chance to explain myself
I *know* it's annoying for drivers when bikers are on the road, okay? I know. So when I'm biking I stick to sidewalks when I can, and I follow pedestrian laws. But today when I was headed home, the sidewalk I needed to take was under construction. And I needed to take a left turn in 1 block. So I went into the street, boosted my electric assist to max, and went as fast as I could to my turn.
In that time, two cars needed to pass me and the second car was full of four or five guys who cussed me the fuck out and told me to get on the sidewalk. Then they drove off and gave me a thumbs down.
And I didn't have the chance to point out that the sidewalk was under construction and that I needed to be in the left lane to make a turn, because the intersection I was turning at had a green light and they kept going.
And I know I have a right to the road, and I know they were assholes, but I'm just really frustrated that I couldn't let them know that they were being assholes to me for something I couldn't have done in any other way. I know they probably just suck (they cussed out a stranger for deigning to go 25 in a 35mph road), but it still makes me feel sad that I couldn't explain myself, even if it wouldn't have changed how they acted toward me, and I just wanted to tell someone.
thanks for reading.
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In that time, two cars needed to pass me and the second car was full of four or five guys who cussed me the fuck out and told me to get on the sidewalk. Then they drove off and gave me a thumbs down.
And I didn't have the chance to point out that the sidewalk was under construction and that I needed to be in the left lane to make a turn, because the intersection I was turning at had a green light and they kept going.
And I know I have a right to the road, and I know they were assholes, but I'm just really frustrated that I couldn't let them know that they were being assholes to me for something I couldn't have done in any other way. I know they probably just suck (they cussed out a stranger for deigning to go 25 in a 35mph road), but it still makes me feel sad that I couldn't explain myself, even if it wouldn't have changed how they acted toward me, and I just wanted to tell someone.
thanks for reading.
2023.03.20 23:08 TG_2131 I don’t want to be toxic but…
I (21 F) met this guy when I worked at Apple (24 M). At the time we met I was 20 and he was 23. We hit it off well and we both wanted to have fun and not get attached, which didn’t happen. We got attached and began to have feelings for one another, but I sadly moved two hours away for college and we said we wanted to keep in contacted. Context, this was in 2022 I recently finished with a boy who was in the armed forces and he ended his relationship in December of 2021. We both talked about what we were and how we were just going with the flow of things. But back to the story, I should have asked him how he wanted to keep in contacted because we had a snap streaking going on at the time, and over time he begins change the way he sends them out. The time I got to visit home and got to see him, I expressed my concerns and how I was feeling and he said he’ll do better and even I agreed I’ll do better. But we didn’t, at one point snap streaks became meaning less to me when they once brought a smile to my face when I saw he snapchated me. In November of 2022 the last time I saw him in person and talked, I asked if he wanted to hang out and he said he’ll see if he could. He texted me later that day asking what time I was available and didn’t bother to text again. I waited a whole day because hey, I understand I’m visiting home for the weekend and I don’t expect you to move mountains when you already have plans. But nothing, I went home (where I attend college) crying because I was hurt. Then on my birthday when I posted a tiny birthday cake on my stories, he didn’t bother to even acknowledge it. So I unfollowed him and on Instagram you can remove followers on your account, and I removed him as my followers making him to unfollow me. Because it pained me to see his face whenever i see him pop up on other people’s stories. Now fast forward to present day, he views my story on insta every once in a while. Part of me want to follow him again and reach out. But in my culture (Latin/Hispanic) actions like unfollow and follow is considered toxic and problematic. While on the other hand I pushed him and other people who were my “friends” while I trying to figure out who I was when I moved out and began to live on my own. So am I toxic for wanting to follow again or should I let the universe decide.
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2023.03.20 23:07 commonEraPractices A Collection of Short Stories (1)
This is a collection of short stories that have something to do with current events. Enjoy.
2023-03-20
“I see a city on a disk. Though all the powers of the world would like to watch it fall, it won’t. I look at it floating above it all. Above There’s political turmoil. Beyond the grip of local markets, this city spins around the globe. You make your business everyone’s, and in turn, everyone profits from your presence.”
I see a land so cold,” I continued. “That it smokes as if it’s on fire. Like the Mother Sphere pulls you up, the frost brings your people together. This inseparable unity warms each building by your people’s sheer attraction for the Lands of Over-There. What us foreigners see as a frigid barren disk of ill fortuity, where people live barred up inside out of necessity, it’s instead a fortress from anything cold, which hosts every fervent hearted opportunity.”
The lock beeped. The door crept open. She kicked her feet off. A skinny man with both our ages walked in. He was wearing a three-piece suit. This wasn’t uncommon, as each layer made the heating bill less hard to look at. His name and the chain on his matte black visitor’s badge were contrasted with gold.
They spoke in their language.
He said something like hi, how are you, what are you doing here?
She answered something along the lines of hi, I’m doing great, in a meeting, you?
He went on saying precisely “I’m doing twice well”—which is an interesting expression meaning; I was already doing well, but from the moment you asked about me, I started doing twice as well—then I think he said he was also here for a meeting, and “who is he?”
She told him my name, then his name to me. Whom I will refer to as Gotnaym of Over-There.
He greeted me, I presented myself with a customary nod. Which could’ve been considered curt in our culture.
Then it got too wordy for me to understand. They switched languages as he walked over to extend his hand.
Mid-shake, he said in perfect speech, “She tells me your consultancy in There is no circus. I might have some questions later, my son is investing abroad.”
Then he laughed. I tried my hardest to make my confusion pass off as surprise, all while making sure not to loosen my grip nor lose the tempo of the motion, as I smiled in what I hoped to have looked like an agreeing pose.
“He’s not interested in any clown ventures I hope, Mr. Gotnaym,” I said. “I’d be out of my league if he were.”
“That’s exactly why I’d hire you,” he explained. “Thankfully, we’re a line of miners, Mr. Consultant. Hard-working people, who bring along like-minded experts. There are no full-time artists on these disks, I’m afraid.”
I was ready to let go but he wasn’t as willing.
“It’s always a fine moment to meet someone glad to buy into their family,” I concluded. “But I might not be the right hire for advice on how you ought to spend your own money. I don’t know if she's told you my line of work?”
This made him laugh some more. He was still shaking my hand.
“She has, yes!” He looked at her after placing his free hand on my shoulder side. She was completely motionless. “Funny man,” he said in his mother tongue.
“Don’t let me interrupt you, Mr. Consultant. Please continue while we wait,” he said, finally releasing his grip to grab a seat by the backrest.
“While we wait?” I asked him.
“I just is inform,” she said. “Next meeting is push to soon. Temporary lockdown here. Please continuing, Mr. Consultant. You no leaving now.”
“Emergency?” I read in their eyes the impending dread they covered up with an interest in listening only, so they wouldn’t have to think.
“Gladly,” I said. “I guess I’ll find out soon. Thank you for giving me this time out of your day.” She had some relief mixed in with her emotions. The rest of her micro-expressions were of a combination I’ve never noticed twice. It was too particular to recreate in writing or in a film.
“Mr. Consultant talking how city infrastructure be one with immigration,” she explained. “I asking what he see in city.”
“Where was I?” I asked me.
“You were reporting how the cold brings us people together,” he told me.
Wondering if their door wasn’t soundproofed had flooded my head with blood, which drew along this fresh thought frenzy and the terrible idea that anyone could’ve heard us earlier.
“Right,” I said to start hushing my blushing. “The problem. Your city is nothing more than a cold flatland sprinkled with tall boxes where folks come and freeze to death. That’s what they see from below, down in There. When I booked my ticket, my friends argued about who would get what if I didn’t make it back.”
The suitedman sat down.
“To outsiders, to the frigid ones, these lands get people to ratify off on an early will. I mean—I signed a waiver just for the elevator ride… Too many who travel to your disks don’t come back home. Most get working visas. The deal is: you spend four months a year here, and that pays for six of vacation. The smart ones, like I’m sure your son is, do five years to invest in There’s Venus coin traps. Then they sit back and never visit again. They risk their days for the money. Not for your city, not for the people here. They say they come to live out the rest of their lives at the mines. Then if they’re lucky enough not to get shipped home as a popsicle, they go to their folk waving their phat wads of cash in the hands with the least fingers lost to the frostbite.”
“I asked the locals last night. Why would you sell everything for this? Leave your families, abandon your lifestyles—What pulled you in? They all gave me the same answer. The same one I have. The first time I came here, it only took me two days. Two days to fall in love.”
“You maybe fall in loving after no long enough, Mr. Consultant,” she said.
“Are you telling me you don’t feel the same?”
“I think,” Gotnaym interjected. Then he paused. Sort of like cutting someone off on the freeway only to slow down right after.
“I think what my colleague is trying to express here … is that all of this sounds a bit too poetic.”
He looked at her to see if she’d agree. Which, she did.
“I also think we’re both happy you really are loving the experience here, Mr. Consultant. But it takes more than feelings to move to a place like this. The ones who do immigrate are steadily emigrating in larger numbers. The workforce won’t meet the upcoming demand. We start terraforming the east perimeter straight after the election next quarter. That’s a projected two years to find enough workers, build and house multiple villages. Provided the right candidate wins.”
At that moment, I was glad to have mistakenly not skipped our philosophy professor’s class on The Ethics of Language. I got my dates mixed up and thought it was a mandatory attendance lab. She explained how Over-There’s main export was subject to ethical scrutiny. They extracted such a lucrative resource, that they could afford to import all else. From food to people. Two entirely different things, that they’d fail to source locally in any useful quantity. Therein laid the dilemma. Their dialect had evolved so as to not differentiate between workers or wheat in regard to imports. As for commodities in business, they began treating both as such on paper. Written words have real-world applications. That same export was also what their disk was made of. One giant mother-cluster of concentrated minerals.
“How long is a mine active on these disks?” I asked.
“About a half lifetime depending on the weather. You’re looking at the investment of the century, my Frozen-Nozen. Literally.”
This suddenly explained why I so easily passed off as a consultant. At least, that’s what I was thinking then. They were probably ready to pay everyone and their kids to get as many opinions on this as possible. I can’t believe I used to give mine out for free.
“Frozen-Nozen?” I asked.
“It’s a term for those who aren’t afraid of a bit of outdoor labour,” he said.
“I see. Couldn’t you just advertise that fact in There?” I pitched.
“I don’t get it.” He mimed a billboard with his hands. “Come up to Over-There, and freeze your nose off for a living wage.”
“That’s not what I meant, but really, why not? People are nomadic opportunists. They’ll move and let the frost nip at their nose if you promise them a round fiddy years of job stability. If they become permanent residents.”
“No one plans on spending fiddy years in a work village, Mr. Consultant. They’re built as temporary housing. They share a shower per unit.”
“Isn’t that an issue? People need a good quality of entertainment to stay someplace so dull when they can glance at other options. They’ll want something they can’t get anywhere else. Couple that with the appeal of privacy. Your child population levels are dropping? Intimacy widely increases from zero to one shower per household. I’d start hiring full-time artists to get some inspiration flowing. Let couples make their own entertainment. Get some comfier architecture. They'll make babies. Or get your engineers to make leisure versions of your military rovers. With enough room for two. Watch them hit wild speeds in the east bumpy lands around their camps.”
“How much would that cost?” He asked. To my relief, he then immediately reconsidered. “No, these plans are staying under permafrost. We want to attract workers, not activists.”
I must’ve looked confused.
“Much leaving people, because activist come Over-There and saying mine is kill nature. Much tourism satire is Come visit before disk is all holes,” she quoted.
“If it’s really destroying the ecosystems then I’m afraid there isn’t much—”
“What ecosystem?” He interrupted. “Nothing but people live here, Mr. Consultant. And we only cover 15% of our whole island. Most of us are all in this city. The claims are false.”
“Then why do enough of both your people and mine believe these activists?” I insisted. “Who I’ve never heard of, so they must all be online. Is complaining just something to do? How does that affect where people live?”
“Emotion of being … more purposeful than normal people,” she said. “Important maybe to many action people. But also, wireless community There having very addictivity.”
“Adictivity?” I asked. “I mean—or, what do you mean by addiction?”
She explained how our wireless communications in There were designed to get individuals to react before thinking.
Anyone reading this today won’t understand the complexity of the issue, so I’ll try to translate the way people like your great-great-grandparents used to communicate. I suggest you ask them about it if they’ve opted for resurrection therapy.
We had these sorts of primitive portable screens that were usually carried around in pockets. Pockets were these holes in our clothes that would hold stuff. When we mostly owned material items, we needed a method of having those things at our disposition. And because we only have two biological hands, most would prefer to walk about with lighter objects in all kinds of pouches. From books to babies, bags of fabrics were significant to us.
The most important pouch was the pocket. That’s the place where people put stuff they wanted to hold closest to their person. That’s because not having them nearby caused an immediate sense of emergency. Their money, their analog keys, their smokables (non digital drug consumable), the time of one day divided into 86,400 different times… Most would also keep their touch screens in their pockets.
We’d communicate through a revolutionary medium termed, “social media.” If you’re not familiar with the term, it’s because presently, that’s our only form of expression left. So we just call it talking.
Fun fact: in 1402, both words were banned if put together. For all generations coming after the criminalization of social media, to try and curb the addiction, so we could gain control over the technocratic overlords of the virtual space. Clearly, that didn’t work, but I won’t bore you with the details in this format for much longer.
To quickly finish this history lesson then, we nicknamed those screens “phones.” They were these physical things that you’d feel right on your skin. And you had to push around to type words or record either your organic image or sounds, or disproportionately more often, those of a cat. A real cat. They aren’t a digital invention! Then you’d post those representations in places called “the Internet.” The Internet would be referred to as the world today.
Humans had to mind-travel via their phones to access the world before. And they’d navigate through it by utilizing their biological hands like a bunch of Neanderthals. On Social Media in the Internet realm, other people would have to move their fingers around their screen to come look at what you posted. Can you imagine? It’s like if today, someone had to do something to hear you.
They would then react to what they saw. Kind of how people used to communicate what they thought through their body language. The only difference was that in the Old World, a public would react to a speaker on stage, and everyone went on their way afterwards. No longer under the influential energy of a cheering or booing crowd, they could think about the message. On the Internet, it would stay up, and we could keep reacting to it. Even years after something was said. The public reaction would get louder and louder and it was like it never stopped to calm down and reflect. Excitement is not a friend of thought.
As people posted more and more, they did less and less of anything else. The goal of the communication was only to react. Always as fast as possible. People started doing activities only so they could post. They lost the enjoyment of doing for the sake of doing. Everything became a reason to get a reaction out of others. Everyone became amateur stage performers. Professionals had to be trained in that regard. They had to learn how to handle themselves when their work would become a series of reactions to trigger a chain of reactions. The users of primitive Social Media never stood a chance.
It’s what she explained during our impromptu board meeting that afternoon. It’s what changed the way I saw the world as well. I watched as her theory turned out to be sufficiently accurate, and I caught myself wondering for a moment if she hadn’t had something to do with the unravelling of the events.
If you’re Neanderthal enough to remember the sound of genuine vocal chords, I invite you to imagine how she expressed it all to me in her riveting broken accent. It’s why I wrote it how she said it.
The year is 1282 again. It’s cold, the exit doors are locked down, I have an actual phone in my physical pocket…
She asked me to see mine. A ritual at the time. So I showed her. She didn’t look impressed, so I asked her to show me hers. It was nice. Real nice. So nice in fact, that I started feeling a bit shy and ended up subtly putting mine away as she explained.
“People addicted to making posting. More posting, more liking, more emotion of purposeful existing. But so many content, so much other people also looking for … valid of purposeful life, because now, day no with phone is like food no with taste. Is boring. Why eat? Why do anything? But problem happen when truth is people wanting. Because goal of social media is react, react, react. Chain reaction like nuclear. Have be fast. Social media not receive, think, maybe react if wise. Social media no survive this way, very boring if not in-person meeting for exchange serious ideas. No win Internet point for taking time, finding truth, telling people wrong too. No good feeling also, if thinking, no posting, no outside influence saying yes you living and you be valid person. So no react, no valid existence.”
She paused. We both glanced at one another to confirm what we had already decided. Neither of us were going to interrupt her train of ideas. I was impressed. Not by what she was saying, though. It wasn’t anything we didn’t know. It was more that she could almost speak our language when she carried herself in her flow.
“People define value by number of attention they getting. They getting attention by posting posting posting, reacting reacting reacting, and no thinking thinking then maybe posting after long. Thinking bad for business if business is price of reacting. Business need people pushing button not after long. Social media Model is job of push button. Worker build city, push button too you thinking. But building infrastructure, opportunity, thinking involved more than even writer, Mr. Consultant. Bad thinking kill in building city.”
It took me a second to break character. Then I remembered who I really was. Eventually I realized she had just insulted me. I gave a warm chuckle. This disrupted Gotnaym’s attention. She went on.
“Influencer is job of push button to getting more people pushing button before thinking. Influencer is good if follower push button with no thinking. Even in war business, reacting not always best strategy. Pushing … gun button?”
“Trigger,” he helped.
“Pushing trigger no thinking is not same like pushing trigger because quick thinking. Influencer like is … study with school only to becoming teacher after. But only attaining knowledge in reacting more. Not attaining quick thinking. Not same. This worrying functionary like Mr. Fore Gotnaym, because how control crowd online that only goal is react react react, no thinking? On Internet, better no thinking. More reacting, more people see their reacting first and reacting to it so more people also get reacting, more people only agree for attention, and more message get famous. More message famous, no worry if true, more people believe. More people believe, less people believe when truth happen. Look at phone, Mr. Consultant.”
I took it out of my pocket.
“Make posting,” she said. “I showing you.”
The suitedman visibly refrained himself from stopping me. I was two days behind on checking in with my Internet experiment, so I did what she asked. When I connected to Social Media, my feed was filled with alerts on posts. Something about disinformation and people fighting over the truth of the universe and if it was really the end for us. The media application wasn’t this agitated two days ago. Warnings on misinformation were mostly centred around past events, never regarding upcoming ones from what I had seen before.
“Is this why we’re in a lockdown?” I asked.
“Yes…” she reacted.
“So why does it say that it’s all a fabrication?”
The room fell dead quiet. Her bottom lip quivered and she turned around to burst in muffled sobs. She just broke down. It was surreal. The man stood up to whisper something. She nodded with her head down, so he walked towards me. Then past me and to the windows, making sure I followed him by spinning in my chair. My back ended up facing her.
“Under different circumstances, you wouldn’t be locked down with us, Mr. Tourist,” he said.
Uh-oh, I thought. This culture seemed to have developed a taste for cleverly employing names.
“But there’s no use in locking you up for espionage either, it looks like your people are willing to let you rot anyway.”
“What’s going on?” I asked. She sniffled and told us I could turn around now.
“Don’t worry kid. You’re either the best spy I’ve met and you can die with dignity, or you’re the worst ever, and you’re worth more to us as living propaganda if we make it out of this,” he said, patting my shoulder as he walked by.
“I didn’t get your answer,” I mumbled as I turned around. Then I understood that he was trying to make her laugh.
“Either you’re the best,” he repeated. “Because I haven’t heard even a single high-school rumour about you. Or you’re the worst, because you were really a shit consultant just then.”
She drew in a chopped breath, which she released in a soft chuckle of relief. I thought maybe this was a prank. But then why was she crying?
I asked her what was going on. She nodded at him and he told me he wasn’t joking. They really considered that I was a spy from There. This theory didn’t hold any water in the end. The umbrella company under which the most popular international platforms operated, had somehow been convinced to place a warning on the forecast of a natural disaster headed for the disks. The corporation happened to have all their servers in There’s jurisdiction. All the privately owned media companies followed suit just to try and survive.
Gotnaym explained how anyone with any scientific authority who had attempted to voice their doubts had immediately been shadowbanned. They injected their profiles with a fake number of views and likes, and used bots to make it look like there were people engaging with their content. As far as the whole globe was convinced, as far as the citizens of Over-There were concerned, this admonition had been discredited a month before the announcement of the disaster. The United OV Body sent out an emergency text message, an even more primitive form of communication, confirming the threat to their civilians, but it was in vain. The videos debunking the warning had timestamps dating too far back. And the Internet had already decided that it was all a hoax. Eighteen world leading scientists, all saying it was propaganda. The people in this city didn’t believe they were about to die.
How could I have missed this? Especially if I had checked everything everywhere online before buying my ticket?
Like a kid again, it slipped out.
“Why?”
He rubbed his thumb and two fingers together. Money.
“Environmental warfare is not a crime, Mr. Tourist. And you seem to be collateral damage to them.”
They showed me a video of myself reassuring the world that I was okay, and that no one on this disk believed any of the disinformation propagated by the unhinged astronomers. That Over-There’s authorities were perfectly aware that it was all a hoax. It was dated two hours before I set foot on the disk. On the plus side, I never did get over a hundred million views before. To most of the world, I was a hero, here to bring down the anti-science disinformation machine. They were looking at an AI-generated video of me. They even got my voice right. My family had liked my video. My dad had sent me a message saying he was proud.
I looked up and plunged my eyes in her frightened face. It stripped me forever of any good feelings. In one hour, I felt the lifelong dissatisfaction of a hard drug addict. That day, I lost my faith in reality. To this day, I cannot enjoy anything. Not after what happened. I feel too guilty.
“Shouldn’t technological warfare be a crime, though?” I said.
“You could call a stick with a pointy rock on its end a technological advancement.”
It was becoming trickier to think straight. How can you? When you’re about to take a final blow, and there’s nowhere to run, no strength to block. It was like getting pre-concussed.
“How long until it happens?”
“It might not. We’re waiting on people to show up here and determine if it can be avoided. So try to think of something else in the meantime,” he said.
We said nothing.
“There is one thing neither of you can avoid, though… So you might as well make your peace with it now,” he added.
“What it is?” She asked.
“Mr. Tourist is about to meet your father.” He said. Then he looked at me. “Or is it Mr. Consultant to him?”
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2023-03-20
The Uneven Divide - Part 3
(Part 1 and 2 in first post of Collection)“I see a city on a disk. Though all the powers of the world would like to watch it fall, it won’t. I look at it floating above it all. Above There’s political turmoil. Beyond the grip of local markets, this city spins around the globe. You make your business everyone’s, and in turn, everyone profits from your presence.”
I see a land so cold,” I continued. “That it smokes as if it’s on fire. Like the Mother Sphere pulls you up, the frost brings your people together. This inseparable unity warms each building by your people’s sheer attraction for the Lands of Over-There. What us foreigners see as a frigid barren disk of ill fortuity, where people live barred up inside out of necessity, it’s instead a fortress from anything cold, which hosts every fervent hearted opportunity.”
The lock beeped. The door crept open. She kicked her feet off. A skinny man with both our ages walked in. He was wearing a three-piece suit. This wasn’t uncommon, as each layer made the heating bill less hard to look at. His name and the chain on his matte black visitor’s badge were contrasted with gold.
They spoke in their language.
He said something like hi, how are you, what are you doing here?
She answered something along the lines of hi, I’m doing great, in a meeting, you?
He went on saying precisely “I’m doing twice well”—which is an interesting expression meaning; I was already doing well, but from the moment you asked about me, I started doing twice as well—then I think he said he was also here for a meeting, and “who is he?”
She told him my name, then his name to me. Whom I will refer to as Gotnaym of Over-There.
He greeted me, I presented myself with a customary nod. Which could’ve been considered curt in our culture.
Then it got too wordy for me to understand. They switched languages as he walked over to extend his hand.
Mid-shake, he said in perfect speech, “She tells me your consultancy in There is no circus. I might have some questions later, my son is investing abroad.”
Then he laughed. I tried my hardest to make my confusion pass off as surprise, all while making sure not to loosen my grip nor lose the tempo of the motion, as I smiled in what I hoped to have looked like an agreeing pose.
“He’s not interested in any clown ventures I hope, Mr. Gotnaym,” I said. “I’d be out of my league if he were.”
“That’s exactly why I’d hire you,” he explained. “Thankfully, we’re a line of miners, Mr. Consultant. Hard-working people, who bring along like-minded experts. There are no full-time artists on these disks, I’m afraid.”
I was ready to let go but he wasn’t as willing.
“It’s always a fine moment to meet someone glad to buy into their family,” I concluded. “But I might not be the right hire for advice on how you ought to spend your own money. I don’t know if she's told you my line of work?”
This made him laugh some more. He was still shaking my hand.
“She has, yes!” He looked at her after placing his free hand on my shoulder side. She was completely motionless. “Funny man,” he said in his mother tongue.
“Don’t let me interrupt you, Mr. Consultant. Please continue while we wait,” he said, finally releasing his grip to grab a seat by the backrest.
“While we wait?” I asked him.
“I just is inform,” she said. “Next meeting is push to soon. Temporary lockdown here. Please continuing, Mr. Consultant. You no leaving now.”
“Emergency?” I read in their eyes the impending dread they covered up with an interest in listening only, so they wouldn’t have to think.
“Gladly,” I said. “I guess I’ll find out soon. Thank you for giving me this time out of your day.” She had some relief mixed in with her emotions. The rest of her micro-expressions were of a combination I’ve never noticed twice. It was too particular to recreate in writing or in a film.
“Mr. Consultant talking how city infrastructure be one with immigration,” she explained. “I asking what he see in city.”
“Where was I?” I asked me.
“You were reporting how the cold brings us people together,” he told me.
Wondering if their door wasn’t soundproofed had flooded my head with blood, which drew along this fresh thought frenzy and the terrible idea that anyone could’ve heard us earlier.
“Right,” I said to start hushing my blushing. “The problem. Your city is nothing more than a cold flatland sprinkled with tall boxes where folks come and freeze to death. That’s what they see from below, down in There. When I booked my ticket, my friends argued about who would get what if I didn’t make it back.”
The suitedman sat down.
“To outsiders, to the frigid ones, these lands get people to ratify off on an early will. I mean—I signed a waiver just for the elevator ride… Too many who travel to your disks don’t come back home. Most get working visas. The deal is: you spend four months a year here, and that pays for six of vacation. The smart ones, like I’m sure your son is, do five years to invest in There’s Venus coin traps. Then they sit back and never visit again. They risk their days for the money. Not for your city, not for the people here. They say they come to live out the rest of their lives at the mines. Then if they’re lucky enough not to get shipped home as a popsicle, they go to their folk waving their phat wads of cash in the hands with the least fingers lost to the frostbite.”
“I asked the locals last night. Why would you sell everything for this? Leave your families, abandon your lifestyles—What pulled you in? They all gave me the same answer. The same one I have. The first time I came here, it only took me two days. Two days to fall in love.”
“You maybe fall in loving after no long enough, Mr. Consultant,” she said.
“Are you telling me you don’t feel the same?”
“I think,” Gotnaym interjected. Then he paused. Sort of like cutting someone off on the freeway only to slow down right after.
“I think what my colleague is trying to express here … is that all of this sounds a bit too poetic.”
He looked at her to see if she’d agree. Which, she did.
“I also think we’re both happy you really are loving the experience here, Mr. Consultant. But it takes more than feelings to move to a place like this. The ones who do immigrate are steadily emigrating in larger numbers. The workforce won’t meet the upcoming demand. We start terraforming the east perimeter straight after the election next quarter. That’s a projected two years to find enough workers, build and house multiple villages. Provided the right candidate wins.”
At that moment, I was glad to have mistakenly not skipped our philosophy professor’s class on The Ethics of Language. I got my dates mixed up and thought it was a mandatory attendance lab. She explained how Over-There’s main export was subject to ethical scrutiny. They extracted such a lucrative resource, that they could afford to import all else. From food to people. Two entirely different things, that they’d fail to source locally in any useful quantity. Therein laid the dilemma. Their dialect had evolved so as to not differentiate between workers or wheat in regard to imports. As for commodities in business, they began treating both as such on paper. Written words have real-world applications. That same export was also what their disk was made of. One giant mother-cluster of concentrated minerals.
“How long is a mine active on these disks?” I asked.
“About a half lifetime depending on the weather. You’re looking at the investment of the century, my Frozen-Nozen. Literally.”
This suddenly explained why I so easily passed off as a consultant. At least, that’s what I was thinking then. They were probably ready to pay everyone and their kids to get as many opinions on this as possible. I can’t believe I used to give mine out for free.
“Frozen-Nozen?” I asked.
“It’s a term for those who aren’t afraid of a bit of outdoor labour,” he said.
“I see. Couldn’t you just advertise that fact in There?” I pitched.
“I don’t get it.” He mimed a billboard with his hands. “Come up to Over-There, and freeze your nose off for a living wage.”
“That’s not what I meant, but really, why not? People are nomadic opportunists. They’ll move and let the frost nip at their nose if you promise them a round fiddy years of job stability. If they become permanent residents.”
“No one plans on spending fiddy years in a work village, Mr. Consultant. They’re built as temporary housing. They share a shower per unit.”
“Isn’t that an issue? People need a good quality of entertainment to stay someplace so dull when they can glance at other options. They’ll want something they can’t get anywhere else. Couple that with the appeal of privacy. Your child population levels are dropping? Intimacy widely increases from zero to one shower per household. I’d start hiring full-time artists to get some inspiration flowing. Let couples make their own entertainment. Get some comfier architecture. They'll make babies. Or get your engineers to make leisure versions of your military rovers. With enough room for two. Watch them hit wild speeds in the east bumpy lands around their camps.”
“How much would that cost?” He asked. To my relief, he then immediately reconsidered. “No, these plans are staying under permafrost. We want to attract workers, not activists.”
I must’ve looked confused.
“Much leaving people, because activist come Over-There and saying mine is kill nature. Much tourism satire is Come visit before disk is all holes,” she quoted.
“If it’s really destroying the ecosystems then I’m afraid there isn’t much—”
“What ecosystem?” He interrupted. “Nothing but people live here, Mr. Consultant. And we only cover 15% of our whole island. Most of us are all in this city. The claims are false.”
“Then why do enough of both your people and mine believe these activists?” I insisted. “Who I’ve never heard of, so they must all be online. Is complaining just something to do? How does that affect where people live?”
“Emotion of being … more purposeful than normal people,” she said. “Important maybe to many action people. But also, wireless community There having very addictivity.”
“Adictivity?” I asked. “I mean—or, what do you mean by addiction?”
She explained how our wireless communications in There were designed to get individuals to react before thinking.
Anyone reading this today won’t understand the complexity of the issue, so I’ll try to translate the way people like your great-great-grandparents used to communicate. I suggest you ask them about it if they’ve opted for resurrection therapy.
We had these sorts of primitive portable screens that were usually carried around in pockets. Pockets were these holes in our clothes that would hold stuff. When we mostly owned material items, we needed a method of having those things at our disposition. And because we only have two biological hands, most would prefer to walk about with lighter objects in all kinds of pouches. From books to babies, bags of fabrics were significant to us.
The most important pouch was the pocket. That’s the place where people put stuff they wanted to hold closest to their person. That’s because not having them nearby caused an immediate sense of emergency. Their money, their analog keys, their smokables (non digital drug consumable), the time of one day divided into 86,400 different times… Most would also keep their touch screens in their pockets.
We’d communicate through a revolutionary medium termed, “social media.” If you’re not familiar with the term, it’s because presently, that’s our only form of expression left. So we just call it talking.
Fun fact: in 1402, both words were banned if put together. For all generations coming after the criminalization of social media, to try and curb the addiction, so we could gain control over the technocratic overlords of the virtual space. Clearly, that didn’t work, but I won’t bore you with the details in this format for much longer.
To quickly finish this history lesson then, we nicknamed those screens “phones.” They were these physical things that you’d feel right on your skin. And you had to push around to type words or record either your organic image or sounds, or disproportionately more often, those of a cat. A real cat. They aren’t a digital invention! Then you’d post those representations in places called “the Internet.” The Internet would be referred to as the world today.
Humans had to mind-travel via their phones to access the world before. And they’d navigate through it by utilizing their biological hands like a bunch of Neanderthals. On Social Media in the Internet realm, other people would have to move their fingers around their screen to come look at what you posted. Can you imagine? It’s like if today, someone had to do something to hear you.
They would then react to what they saw. Kind of how people used to communicate what they thought through their body language. The only difference was that in the Old World, a public would react to a speaker on stage, and everyone went on their way afterwards. No longer under the influential energy of a cheering or booing crowd, they could think about the message. On the Internet, it would stay up, and we could keep reacting to it. Even years after something was said. The public reaction would get louder and louder and it was like it never stopped to calm down and reflect. Excitement is not a friend of thought.
As people posted more and more, they did less and less of anything else. The goal of the communication was only to react. Always as fast as possible. People started doing activities only so they could post. They lost the enjoyment of doing for the sake of doing. Everything became a reason to get a reaction out of others. Everyone became amateur stage performers. Professionals had to be trained in that regard. They had to learn how to handle themselves when their work would become a series of reactions to trigger a chain of reactions. The users of primitive Social Media never stood a chance.
It’s what she explained during our impromptu board meeting that afternoon. It’s what changed the way I saw the world as well. I watched as her theory turned out to be sufficiently accurate, and I caught myself wondering for a moment if she hadn’t had something to do with the unravelling of the events.
If you’re Neanderthal enough to remember the sound of genuine vocal chords, I invite you to imagine how she expressed it all to me in her riveting broken accent. It’s why I wrote it how she said it.
The year is 1282 again. It’s cold, the exit doors are locked down, I have an actual phone in my physical pocket…
She asked me to see mine. A ritual at the time. So I showed her. She didn’t look impressed, so I asked her to show me hers. It was nice. Real nice. So nice in fact, that I started feeling a bit shy and ended up subtly putting mine away as she explained.
“People addicted to making posting. More posting, more liking, more emotion of purposeful existing. But so many content, so much other people also looking for … valid of purposeful life, because now, day no with phone is like food no with taste. Is boring. Why eat? Why do anything? But problem happen when truth is people wanting. Because goal of social media is react, react, react. Chain reaction like nuclear. Have be fast. Social media not receive, think, maybe react if wise. Social media no survive this way, very boring if not in-person meeting for exchange serious ideas. No win Internet point for taking time, finding truth, telling people wrong too. No good feeling also, if thinking, no posting, no outside influence saying yes you living and you be valid person. So no react, no valid existence.”
She paused. We both glanced at one another to confirm what we had already decided. Neither of us were going to interrupt her train of ideas. I was impressed. Not by what she was saying, though. It wasn’t anything we didn’t know. It was more that she could almost speak our language when she carried herself in her flow.
“People define value by number of attention they getting. They getting attention by posting posting posting, reacting reacting reacting, and no thinking thinking then maybe posting after long. Thinking bad for business if business is price of reacting. Business need people pushing button not after long. Social media Model is job of push button. Worker build city, push button too you thinking. But building infrastructure, opportunity, thinking involved more than even writer, Mr. Consultant. Bad thinking kill in building city.”
It took me a second to break character. Then I remembered who I really was. Eventually I realized she had just insulted me. I gave a warm chuckle. This disrupted Gotnaym’s attention. She went on.
“Influencer is job of push button to getting more people pushing button before thinking. Influencer is good if follower push button with no thinking. Even in war business, reacting not always best strategy. Pushing … gun button?”
“Trigger,” he helped.
“Pushing trigger no thinking is not same like pushing trigger because quick thinking. Influencer like is … study with school only to becoming teacher after. But only attaining knowledge in reacting more. Not attaining quick thinking. Not same. This worrying functionary like Mr. Fore Gotnaym, because how control crowd online that only goal is react react react, no thinking? On Internet, better no thinking. More reacting, more people see their reacting first and reacting to it so more people also get reacting, more people only agree for attention, and more message get famous. More message famous, no worry if true, more people believe. More people believe, less people believe when truth happen. Look at phone, Mr. Consultant.”
I took it out of my pocket.
“Make posting,” she said. “I showing you.”
The suitedman visibly refrained himself from stopping me. I was two days behind on checking in with my Internet experiment, so I did what she asked. When I connected to Social Media, my feed was filled with alerts on posts. Something about disinformation and people fighting over the truth of the universe and if it was really the end for us. The media application wasn’t this agitated two days ago. Warnings on misinformation were mostly centred around past events, never regarding upcoming ones from what I had seen before.
“Is this why we’re in a lockdown?” I asked.
“Yes…” she reacted.
“So why does it say that it’s all a fabrication?”
The room fell dead quiet. Her bottom lip quivered and she turned around to burst in muffled sobs. She just broke down. It was surreal. The man stood up to whisper something. She nodded with her head down, so he walked towards me. Then past me and to the windows, making sure I followed him by spinning in my chair. My back ended up facing her.
“Under different circumstances, you wouldn’t be locked down with us, Mr. Tourist,” he said.
Uh-oh, I thought. This culture seemed to have developed a taste for cleverly employing names.
“But there’s no use in locking you up for espionage either, it looks like your people are willing to let you rot anyway.”
“What’s going on?” I asked. She sniffled and told us I could turn around now.
“Don’t worry kid. You’re either the best spy I’ve met and you can die with dignity, or you’re the worst ever, and you’re worth more to us as living propaganda if we make it out of this,” he said, patting my shoulder as he walked by.
“I didn’t get your answer,” I mumbled as I turned around. Then I understood that he was trying to make her laugh.
“Either you’re the best,” he repeated. “Because I haven’t heard even a single high-school rumour about you. Or you’re the worst, because you were really a shit consultant just then.”
She drew in a chopped breath, which she released in a soft chuckle of relief. I thought maybe this was a prank. But then why was she crying?
I asked her what was going on. She nodded at him and he told me he wasn’t joking. They really considered that I was a spy from There. This theory didn’t hold any water in the end. The umbrella company under which the most popular international platforms operated, had somehow been convinced to place a warning on the forecast of a natural disaster headed for the disks. The corporation happened to have all their servers in There’s jurisdiction. All the privately owned media companies followed suit just to try and survive.
Gotnaym explained how anyone with any scientific authority who had attempted to voice their doubts had immediately been shadowbanned. They injected their profiles with a fake number of views and likes, and used bots to make it look like there were people engaging with their content. As far as the whole globe was convinced, as far as the citizens of Over-There were concerned, this admonition had been discredited a month before the announcement of the disaster. The United OV Body sent out an emergency text message, an even more primitive form of communication, confirming the threat to their civilians, but it was in vain. The videos debunking the warning had timestamps dating too far back. And the Internet had already decided that it was all a hoax. Eighteen world leading scientists, all saying it was propaganda. The people in this city didn’t believe they were about to die.
How could I have missed this? Especially if I had checked everything everywhere online before buying my ticket?
Like a kid again, it slipped out.
“Why?”
He rubbed his thumb and two fingers together. Money.
“Environmental warfare is not a crime, Mr. Tourist. And you seem to be collateral damage to them.”
They showed me a video of myself reassuring the world that I was okay, and that no one on this disk believed any of the disinformation propagated by the unhinged astronomers. That Over-There’s authorities were perfectly aware that it was all a hoax. It was dated two hours before I set foot on the disk. On the plus side, I never did get over a hundred million views before. To most of the world, I was a hero, here to bring down the anti-science disinformation machine. They were looking at an AI-generated video of me. They even got my voice right. My family had liked my video. My dad had sent me a message saying he was proud.
I looked up and plunged my eyes in her frightened face. It stripped me forever of any good feelings. In one hour, I felt the lifelong dissatisfaction of a hard drug addict. That day, I lost my faith in reality. To this day, I cannot enjoy anything. Not after what happened. I feel too guilty.
“Shouldn’t technological warfare be a crime, though?” I said.
“You could call a stick with a pointy rock on its end a technological advancement.”
It was becoming trickier to think straight. How can you? When you’re about to take a final blow, and there’s nowhere to run, no strength to block. It was like getting pre-concussed.
“How long until it happens?”
“It might not. We’re waiting on people to show up here and determine if it can be avoided. So try to think of something else in the meantime,” he said.
We said nothing.
“There is one thing neither of you can avoid, though… So you might as well make your peace with it now,” he added.
“What it is?” She asked.
“Mr. Tourist is about to meet your father.” He said. Then he looked at me. “Or is it Mr. Consultant to him?”
2023.03.20 23:07 Rumcajs23 [26M] How did you guys manage to lose weight and/or improve your condition with herniated discs (L4/L5 & L5/S1)?
Hey Everyone,
I apologize if this was asked before or if it’s not in the right sub, but as the title states, how did you manage to lose weight and/or improve your condition with herniated discs? I’m currently 26 years old and am barely functioning, at times, I could barely get up from bed and work is very painful.
I went to 4 different neurosurgeons and they all prescribed me various NSAIDs which did not help me at all, but they all said the same thing, “at your age, with this type of herniation, it’s as if you had a major car accident.” I try to do the McKenzie exercises frequently, but I’m annoyed I can’t go to the gym or play soccer and basketball for the time being. Additionally, I’d like to avoid surgery.
I used to do IF & other types of fasting, but without the gym, I feel powerless. Any advice would be great.
Thanks in advance!
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I apologize if this was asked before or if it’s not in the right sub, but as the title states, how did you manage to lose weight and/or improve your condition with herniated discs? I’m currently 26 years old and am barely functioning, at times, I could barely get up from bed and work is very painful.
I went to 4 different neurosurgeons and they all prescribed me various NSAIDs which did not help me at all, but they all said the same thing, “at your age, with this type of herniation, it’s as if you had a major car accident.” I try to do the McKenzie exercises frequently, but I’m annoyed I can’t go to the gym or play soccer and basketball for the time being. Additionally, I’d like to avoid surgery.
I used to do IF & other types of fasting, but without the gym, I feel powerless. Any advice would be great.
Thanks in advance!
2023.03.20 23:07 LawEqual8886 I almost ran over someone today
I accidentally almost hit someone on the road and it happened so fast. I was lookin straight ahead and I think he was walking out from my left side. There were cars like a black truck on the left side of me so I didn’t see him. Next thing Ik he pops out and I stop confused not really seeing him before he was walking from my left side.
This isn’t a cross walk at all it’s the middle of the street and not even a stop light. But I’d be the one at fault for some guy jay walking and the other car letting him go ahead but I couldn’t see him because that car was blocking my view. I’m in the outer lane and don’t have a clear view of what’s going on in the middle which is where the guy was probably before he continued to cross.
Idk it was a close call and sure I’ve had those with a deer or a bird but never a human being. Ugh I probably should’ve been more aware but when I’m driving I’m hyper focused on what’s in front of me and that was my blind spot. Like it was weird he didn’t come out in front of my car he appeared at the side of it. I guess it shocked me and I stopped.
Thankfully nothing happened and he’s ok that never happened to me and I feel bad that it was such a close call.
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This isn’t a cross walk at all it’s the middle of the street and not even a stop light. But I’d be the one at fault for some guy jay walking and the other car letting him go ahead but I couldn’t see him because that car was blocking my view. I’m in the outer lane and don’t have a clear view of what’s going on in the middle which is where the guy was probably before he continued to cross.
Idk it was a close call and sure I’ve had those with a deer or a bird but never a human being. Ugh I probably should’ve been more aware but when I’m driving I’m hyper focused on what’s in front of me and that was my blind spot. Like it was weird he didn’t come out in front of my car he appeared at the side of it. I guess it shocked me and I stopped.
Thankfully nothing happened and he’s ok that never happened to me and I feel bad that it was such a close call.
2023.03.20 23:06 Leather_Air4673 me (28F) and my bf is (26 M) and we been together for 6 months . my worker friend (48 M) i used to like touched me and i let him. is this cheating and what do i do?
a week ago my gma was selling some stuff that i told my coworker friend about and they decided they wanted to buy it.i tell my bf i am riding with them to go get the stuff today and mybf said okay. my coworker friend is (48M) and married with kids. i am 28 and autistic with adhd. on the way there ( its 20 min drive) we just reguraly talk and i did like him before, he actually looks like older version of my bf. so i did flirt but i stopped and i told him just flirting with him doesnt feel right anymore thats how i knew i love my bf. and so we get the stuff
on the way back he gets more aggressive and bold and i start picking my skin off my fingers and he tells me to stops fidgeting. He grabs and holds on to my hand and immediately i try and pull away and he stronger than me and he dont let go so i let him do it and then he grabs me leg and i move his hand away and say no multiple times and he keep doing it and then he takes his p&$is out
let me stop this real quick . I have been m*l3sted and [email protected] multiple times over the years and i just find myself giving in out of fear bcus i dont know and dont want to find out if i fight. I have a 7 year old girl and i felt like i deserved this bcus i felt like he knew i did used to like him. So we like literally a block away from the house and i am pressed up against the car door and his stuff his completely exposed and by this time im willing to do what he wants to get home bcus he missing turns on purpose
and it escalated so fast and he make me jerk him off and i kept moving my hand and saying no and i have a bf and i kept asking why he missing turns when i say turn and he dont answer me and i got scared and he did stop at a red light and i did think about running out the car but i have to see him at work thursday so i stayed. and we get to a gas station and my house is over by the intersection and he put his hands in my pants and by then i just let him do what he wants. i even put on a show for him bcus the real me went somewhere safe in my head and he likes it and gets into it and then he decides he will drop me off bcus i gave in and he tells me to tell noone and i should have messed him up. i am so weak. so im home now and im near tears by my bf while he play the game bcus idk if i should tel him bcus i dont want him to leave me or think im dirty and m y last bf blamed me bcus something worse than this happened and idk why i put myself in these situations and what should i do?
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on the way back he gets more aggressive and bold and i start picking my skin off my fingers and he tells me to stops fidgeting. He grabs and holds on to my hand and immediately i try and pull away and he stronger than me and he dont let go so i let him do it and then he grabs me leg and i move his hand away and say no multiple times and he keep doing it and then he takes his p&$is out
let me stop this real quick . I have been m*l3sted and [email protected] multiple times over the years and i just find myself giving in out of fear bcus i dont know and dont want to find out if i fight. I have a 7 year old girl and i felt like i deserved this bcus i felt like he knew i did used to like him. So we like literally a block away from the house and i am pressed up against the car door and his stuff his completely exposed and by this time im willing to do what he wants to get home bcus he missing turns on purpose
and it escalated so fast and he make me jerk him off and i kept moving my hand and saying no and i have a bf and i kept asking why he missing turns when i say turn and he dont answer me and i got scared and he did stop at a red light and i did think about running out the car but i have to see him at work thursday so i stayed. and we get to a gas station and my house is over by the intersection and he put his hands in my pants and by then i just let him do what he wants. i even put on a show for him bcus the real me went somewhere safe in my head and he likes it and gets into it and then he decides he will drop me off bcus i gave in and he tells me to tell noone and i should have messed him up. i am so weak. so im home now and im near tears by my bf while he play the game bcus idk if i should tel him bcus i dont want him to leave me or think im dirty and m y last bf blamed me bcus something worse than this happened and idk why i put myself in these situations and what should i do?
2023.03.20 23:05 icantchangethis_ MM and heart issues? Unable to figure out the cause or treatment! Please help.
Hello everyone, this is my (30F) first ever reddit post since i am at my wits end. My dad(65 M) had been complaining of weakness since August 2022. Local docs prescribed him some iron supplement however that didn't help. Around November he got admitted in Fortis and they did all kinda wrong tests including endoscopy colonoscopy and what not and wasted our time. Fast forward in January 2023 my dad got severely ill due to pneumonia and almost had a heart failure. He was admitted for ten days and got diagnosed with multiple myeloma.
We started him on len-dex and bortizomib regime,following which in last one month he had to be admitted four times in hospice care due to recurrent heart issues. Everytime he complains of feeling a congestion in chest and feels his heart beating rapidly. With heart beat going as fast as 150-160 So we had to keep that in hold although doctor couldn't diagnose the reason for such incidence. Their diagnosis oscillates between infections,low hemoglobin or cardiotoxicity of these medications . All the tests including troponin and ECG doesn't show any significant indication of heart issues. However the fifth time the doctor suggested its due to acute coronary syndrome. He does have 4 stents in his heart since 2015 but never faced these issues. Has anyone faced anything like this?? What was the reason and treatment for this? I am awake all night these days just waiting in anxiety thinking he might be needing me any moment. Any kind of directions/suggestions are highly appreciated.
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We started him on len-dex and bortizomib regime,following which in last one month he had to be admitted four times in hospice care due to recurrent heart issues. Everytime he complains of feeling a congestion in chest and feels his heart beating rapidly. With heart beat going as fast as 150-160 So we had to keep that in hold although doctor couldn't diagnose the reason for such incidence. Their diagnosis oscillates between infections,low hemoglobin or cardiotoxicity of these medications . All the tests including troponin and ECG doesn't show any significant indication of heart issues. However the fifth time the doctor suggested its due to acute coronary syndrome. He does have 4 stents in his heart since 2015 but never faced these issues. Has anyone faced anything like this?? What was the reason and treatment for this? I am awake all night these days just waiting in anxiety thinking he might be needing me any moment. Any kind of directions/suggestions are highly appreciated.
2023.03.20 23:05 Block-Busted With First Republic Bank about to fail and cause every single banks in the United States and other First World countries' banks to fail in process, when are you planning to move to China?
I mean, take a look at these articles:
Based on these articles, First Republic Bank was a regular bank that wasn't focused on cryptocurrency or technology like previous 3 failed banks were, meaning that this one failing could cause every single banks in the United States and rest of the First World to fail, causing these countries to fall into an infinitely worse version of the Great Depressoin and turning all of them into what Venezuela has become, allowing China and North Korea to invade and take them over within a day without any resistance whatsoever - and same goes for the United States, in which the country gets invaded and taken over by Russia within a day without any resistance whatsoever followed by Russia conquering the entire Europe in less than a day.
So with that in mind, when are you planning to evacuate to China?
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First Republic shares tumble to a new lowhttps://www.cnn.com/2023/03/20/business/first-republic-stock-falls/index.html
First Republic’s stock fell 47% to a record low Monday, as the bank struggled to persuade Wall Street it could remain viable.
Shares were halted several times for volatility, and they sank further after a report from the Wall Street Journal said rival banks led by JPMorgan (JPM) are trying to work on yet another rescue plan for First Republic.
JPMorgan and First Republic declined to comment on the report.
In a statement, a spokesperson for First Republic said the bank “is well positioned to manage short-term deposit activity.”
Despite having received a $70 billion loan from JPMorgan a week ago and another $30 billion lifeline from a consortium of banks on Thursday, investors apparently weren’t optimistic about the bank’s prospects.
Other regional bank stocks jumped on Monday, following their European peers, on news that Swiss authorities had orchestrated a takeover by UBS of its embattled rival Credit Suisse.
Thursday’s government-arranged deal amounted to a big cash deposit that would allow First Republic to meet customers’ demands for withdrawals.
‘It doesn’t solve this profitability problem’
That deposit may have helped alleviate the bank run for the time being, said Patricia McCoy, a law professor at Boston College.
“But it doesn’t solve this profitability problem,” she said in an interview Friday. “Its expenses may be bigger than its revenues.”
The latest talks are “fluid and fast-moving” but could involve the banks converting some of the $30 billion in deposits into a capital infusion, the Journal reported, citing people familiar with the matter.
Moody’s downgraded First Republic’s credit rating to junk status Friday night and S&P followed suit Sunday. Moody’s cited a deterioration of the bank’s financial profile and “significant challenges” from its reliance on shorter-term and higher-cost funding as customers yank their cash out.
What’s more, Thursday’s $30 billion infusion didn’t increase First Republic Bank’s capital — the safety cushion funds that banks use to absorb losses — “so that’s a separate weakness that we need to keep our eyes on,” said McCoy, who helped establish the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau.
McCoy added that there’s “every reason to think that the capital has shrunk,” given First Republic’s heavy paper losses on its bond portfolio.
First Republic Bank woes mount despite Wall Street rescuehttps://www.cbsnews.com/news/first-republic-bank-credit-suisse-silicon-valley-banking-fdic/
Shares of First Republic Bank continued their free-fall despite a rare move by the biggest U.S. banks to pump $30 billion into the regional lender.
The company's stock plunged more than 47% on Monday, while trading was halted numerous times because of volatility. The shares, which have dropped around 88% in the past two weeks, closed at $12.18 after hitting an all-time low of $11.52 last week.
The sudden collapse of Silicon Valley Bank (SVB) on March 10, along with New York's Signature Bank two days later, has shaken investor confidence in regional lenders like $213 billion First Republic. In particular, concern has focused on such lenders' uninsured deposits, or account funds exceeding the Federal Deposit Insurance Corp.'s $250,000 cap.
In other banking news, the bidding process for the successor of Silicon Valley Bank is being extended by the FDIC to give more time to work out a potential deal.
The FDIC said Monday that there's been "substantial interest" from multiple parties for Silicon Valley Bridge Bank. The agency said it's going to allow parties to submit separate bids for Silicon Valley Bridge Bank and its subsidiary Silicon Valley Private Bank in order to simplify the bidding process and expand the pool of possible bidders.
Qualified insured banks and qualified insured banks working with non-bank partners will be able to submit whole-bank bids or bids on the deposits or assets of the institutions. Bank and non-bank financial firms will be allowed to bid on asset portfolios.
Bids for Silicon Valley Bridge Bank must be submitted by by 8 p.m. ET on Friday, while bids for Silicon Valley Private Bank are due by 8:00 p.m. ET on Wednesday.
On Friday the parent of Silicon Valley Bank filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection, and Silicon Valley Bridge Bank was not included in the Chapter 11 filing.
SVB Financial Group is no longer affiliated with Silicon Valley Bank after its seizure by the FDIC. Its collapse was the second biggest bank failure in U.S. history after the demise of Washington Mutual in 2008.
The shuttering of Silicon Valley Bank and of New York-based Signature Bank has revived bad memories of the financial crisis that plunged the United States into the Great Recession of 2007-2009.
The federal government, determined to restore public confidence in the banking system, moved to protect all the banks' deposits, even those that exceeded the FDIC's $250,000 limit per individual account.
The turmoil in the banking industry spread to Europe and forced a deal under which UBS will acquire troubled rival Credit Suisse for almost $3.25 billion. The deal was orchestrated by Swiss regulators. Shares of UBS rose 4.4%.
The FDIC said late Sunday that New York Community Bank agreed to buy a significant chunk of the failed Signature Bank in a $2.7 billion deal.
Shares of New York Community Bancorp jumped 33%.
Despite all of the concerns swirling around the banking sector, Wall Street is rising on Monday following all of the moves being made to restore confidence in the banking sector.
Based on these articles, First Republic Bank was a regular bank that wasn't focused on cryptocurrency or technology like previous 3 failed banks were, meaning that this one failing could cause every single banks in the United States and rest of the First World to fail, causing these countries to fall into an infinitely worse version of the Great Depressoin and turning all of them into what Venezuela has become, allowing China and North Korea to invade and take them over within a day without any resistance whatsoever - and same goes for the United States, in which the country gets invaded and taken over by Russia within a day without any resistance whatsoever followed by Russia conquering the entire Europe in less than a day.
So with that in mind, when are you planning to evacuate to China?
2023.03.20 23:05 ibe404error AITA for telling my sister I'm not going to deal with her anymore?
My sister (f28) and I (m31) just recently got into a argument over the way she talks to me.
For background, she is a first grade teacher. She fought hard to get her degree and be able to achieve her dream of teaching young minds for the future. I've told her again and again how absolutely proud I am that she's achieved such. We haven't always had the best relationship as kids with her being the youngest and a female, but I'd like to think of us both as bright adults.
The argument happened when she was trying to use her laptop to stream a video for my parents over their TV and couldn't figure out how to do so for the life of her. I held out my hand and asked her if she'd like some help. She immediately snapped back at me saying "You look with your eyes, not with your hands". Almost as if I'm one of her first grade students. This isn't the first time she's talked to me like this, so I simply told her "If you're going to treat me like I'm one of your 10 year old students fine, good luck in figuring it out yourself" and walked away from the situation.
Fast forward two days later and it's been really bugging me; she's family, I don't want us two being peeved at each other over something so small. So I called her and told her we are both adults, if their is underlaying issues that are making you upset I understand but let's be adults and come to a civil compromise here. Her talking to me like this is offensive and I don't want us mad at each other. She told me that if I act the way I do by reaching out for her laptop or other things without being asked than she's going to talk to me however she wants to. So I told her she can tell me such like an adult and not one of her students. I explained I was offended by it and we can talk things out where she can tell me not to do things with an adult manor. She told me she is going to keep on acting this way, so I warned her that if she's going to talk to me like this I'm simply not going to deal with her attitude anymore and walk away from her.
So, AITA or is she in the right for treating me like she does?
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For background, she is a first grade teacher. She fought hard to get her degree and be able to achieve her dream of teaching young minds for the future. I've told her again and again how absolutely proud I am that she's achieved such. We haven't always had the best relationship as kids with her being the youngest and a female, but I'd like to think of us both as bright adults.
The argument happened when she was trying to use her laptop to stream a video for my parents over their TV and couldn't figure out how to do so for the life of her. I held out my hand and asked her if she'd like some help. She immediately snapped back at me saying "You look with your eyes, not with your hands". Almost as if I'm one of her first grade students. This isn't the first time she's talked to me like this, so I simply told her "If you're going to treat me like I'm one of your 10 year old students fine, good luck in figuring it out yourself" and walked away from the situation.
Fast forward two days later and it's been really bugging me; she's family, I don't want us two being peeved at each other over something so small. So I called her and told her we are both adults, if their is underlaying issues that are making you upset I understand but let's be adults and come to a civil compromise here. Her talking to me like this is offensive and I don't want us mad at each other. She told me that if I act the way I do by reaching out for her laptop or other things without being asked than she's going to talk to me however she wants to. So I told her she can tell me such like an adult and not one of her students. I explained I was offended by it and we can talk things out where she can tell me not to do things with an adult manor. She told me she is going to keep on acting this way, so I warned her that if she's going to talk to me like this I'm simply not going to deal with her attitude anymore and walk away from her.
So, AITA or is she in the right for treating me like she does?
2023.03.20 23:04 Wolfs_Bane2017 To the Muslims, there is no worldly punishment for apostasy in Islam
In this post I will argue from the Quran and Hadith that there is no worldly punishment for someone leaving their religion according to Islam. Many scholars argue that there is no punishment for apostasy unless they start preaching against Islam and start trying to convert people out of Islam, I reject this as well and will show evidence against this. Any punishment for apostasy, if any, will occur after we have died and it is only between Allah and the person.
I am not sure whether any of the Muslims in this subreddit believe that the punishment for apostasy is death, but unfortunately many Muslim countries and Muslims themselves around the world support death penalty for apostasy.
The example of Pharaoh in 20:72:
To the Muslims who believe in death penalty for apostates of any kind, I ask that if you desire people to convert from other religions and be able to become Muslims safely, how can you then kill those who choose to leave Islam to another religion or belief? Unless you believe that Christians should be able to kill those who convert to Islam, but you certainly wouldn't like that. In my view, you would become exactly like the enemies of the Prophets throughout history if you advocate for the killing of apostates.
Quran 2:112:
Quran 47:25:
Quran 4:138:
Quran 4:146:
For example, the prophet ﷺ never killed any of the apostates that left the religion after the Isra (night journey).
In the treaty of Hudabiya, anyone who left the Muslims to go to the Quraysh could not be returned and this term was agreed on by the Prophet ﷺ. If Allah had commanded to kill apostates, Muhammad ﷺ would never agree to a term that would not let him carry out Allahs commands.
Quran 3:73:
‘Twelve rabbis from amongst the Jews of Khaibar and the town of Urainah (decided to act upon this) and said to one another: enter into the faith of Muhammad (sa) in the beginning of the day by confessing faith by the tongue but not in actual beliefs, and disbelieve in the later part of the day.’
There is no record of these Jews ever being killed and they certainly would not have tried this plan if they knew that they would be liable to be killed for apostasy.
An example of a Bedouin who blamed his fever on the acceptance of Islam in Sahih Bukhari 7216:
There is also the example of the apostate Abdullah bin Abi Sarh who committed treason.
Sunan Abu Dawud 3458:
We also need to look at the context of the time. In that time the Arabs were tribal and family connections meant everything. When Islam came, the brotherhood of Islam superseded any familial and tribal connections which upset the pagan Arabs and for that, and other reasons, they became hostile to the Muslims. Eventually the Pagans and Muslims were at war with each other and fought many battles. in this time, when people generally deserted religion they did not merely abandon their doctrine but they would be changing their allegiance either between the Muslims or the pagans and joining their military. Hence, apostasy was equivalent to "harb" meaning rebellion or treason. This interpretation is more consistent with the verses of the Quran and the practice of the Prophet Muhammad ﷺ who allowed people to leave the religion so long as they didn't intend to commit treason and start rebellions. Hence, this is why the bedouin and the Jews who deserted from Islam weren't killed, because they weren't starting war against the Muslims.
Other Hadiths provide the qualification of rebellion and war:
Sahih Bukhari 6899:
The very name Islam requires there to be a wilful submission to the will of Allah by a person. If people were under threat of the death penalty for apostasy by the government and that is the only reason they call themselves Muslim, then they are no longer wilfully submitting to Allah's will, rather they are submitting to the government which defeats the purpose of the very core of Islam. Allah bestows love of Himself and Islam when believers strive towards Him as is stated in many verses of the Quran and Hadith, hence there is no good reason to have the threat of death towards its followers in order to keep them in the religion.
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I am not sure whether any of the Muslims in this subreddit believe that the punishment for apostasy is death, but unfortunately many Muslim countries and Muslims themselves around the world support death penalty for apostasy.
No Compulsion in Religion
Holy Quran 16:93:And if Allah had enforced His will, He would surely have made you all one people; but He lets go astray him who wishes it, and guides him who wishes it; and you shall surely be questioned concerning that which you have been doing.Holy Quran 2:257
There should be no compulsion in religion. Surely, right has become distinct from wrong; so whosoever refuses to be led by those who transgress, and believes in Allah, has surely grasped a strong handle which knows no breaking. And Allah is All-Hearing, All-Knowing.Holy Quran 18:30
And say, ‘It is the truth from your Lord; wherefore let him who will, believe, and let him who will, disbelieve.’ Verily, We have prepared for the wrongdoers a fire whose flaming canopy shall enclose them. And if they cry for help, they will be helped with water like molten lead which will burn the faces. How dreadful the drink, and how evil is the Fire as a resting place!In the above verses Allah affirms that there is freedom in religion in this world and the consequences for the choice of religion will only manifest in the after life. This freedom is applied to those who leave Islam as well otherwise it would contradict these verses. The people can choose who and what to believe and disbelieve in.
Death for Apostasy - A Characteristic of the Enemies of Prophets
Throughout time the prophets were raised against disbelievers to try and convert them. Many were tyrannical and would kill those who changed their religions and accepted the Prophets and would even try to kill the prophets.The example of Pharaoh in 20:72:
Pharaoh said, ‘Do you believe in him before I give you leave? He must be your chief who has taught you magic. I will therefore surely cut off your hands and your feet alternately, and I will surely crucify you on the trunks of palm-trees; and you shall know which of us is severer and more abiding in punishment.’Prophet Abraham (as) was threatened with death by stoning for leaving idolatry in Quran 19:47:
He replied, ‘Dost thou turn away from my gods, O Abraham? If thou cease not, I shall surely stone you (to death). Now leave me alone for a long while.’We also saw this in the time of Muhammad ﷺ where the Quraysh would torture and kill slaves and other poor people who converted to Islam.
To the Muslims who believe in death penalty for apostates of any kind, I ask that if you desire people to convert from other religions and be able to become Muslims safely, how can you then kill those who choose to leave Islam to another religion or belief? Unless you believe that Christians should be able to kill those who convert to Islam, but you certainly wouldn't like that. In my view, you would become exactly like the enemies of the Prophets throughout history if you advocate for the killing of apostates.
Freedom of Speech and Encouragement for Dialogue
Many times the Quran asks people of other faiths and beliefs to produce their proofs.Quran 2:112:
And they say, ‘None shall ever enter Heaven unless he be a Jew or a Christian.’ These are their vain desires. Say, ‘Produce your proof, if you are truthful.’Quran 27:65
Or, Who originates creation, and then repeats it and Who provides for you from the heaven and the earth? Is there a God besides Allah? Say, ‘Bring forward your proof if you are truthful.’Quran 21:25
Have they taken gods beside Him? Say, ‘Bring forth your proof. Here is the Book of those with me, and the Book of those before me.’ Nay, most of them know not the truth, and so they turn away.This is clear evidence for the fact that those who belong to other faiths and beliefs should engage in dialogues and debates with Muslims. It is completely illogical to say that this right to produce proof of their belief would not be applicable to an apostate. Apostate's enjoy the same right to freedom of expression as people born into other religions, it does not make any sense as to why apostates should not be afforded the same right to publicly declare their apostasy and discuss amongst the community as to why they left and produce their proof.
No Verse in the Quran declares Death for Apostates
The Quran mentions apostates a few times but it never once prescribes the death penalty for them. If Allah required apostates to be killed there certainly would have been a verse to confirm this.Quran 47:25:
Surely, those who turn their backs after guidance has become manifest to them, Satan has seduced them, and holds out to them false hopes.(see also Quran 16:6-9)
Possibility of Repentance
Quran 3:90 on apostates:Except those who repent thereafter and amend. And surely, Allah is Most Forgiving, Merciful.The verses before this verse speak of apostates and it says they will be condemned by Allah, the Angels and all of humanity. If there was a worldly punishment for apostasy Allah would surely have stated it here.
Quran 4:138:
Those who believe, then disbelieve, then again believe, then disbelieve, and then increase in disbelief, Allah will never forgive them nor will He guide them to the way.If we were to kill apostates how would they be able to repent or be able to believe and disbelieve multiple times? Still in the case of those who apostate multiple times Allah does not say to kill them and rather gives glad tidings of forgiveness if they repent or warnings of punishment from Allah if they do not repent.
Apostasy would Encourage Hypocrisy
Hypocrisy is worse than disbelief from an Islamic point of view.Quran 4:146:
The hypocrites shall surely be in the lowest depth of the Fire; and thou shalt find no helper for them,No one is able to control what is within a persons heart. If a person no longer has faith in Islam and is no longer a Muslim at heart, but stays a Muslim in name just because his/her government would kill them otherwise, then they are now a hypocrite which is even worse than disbelieving. This would not save them from the hellfire so there is literally no point in promoting punishments for apostates. Instead, such force and oppression would lead people to hate Islam even more and who can blame them for that?
Sunnah of the Holy Prophet Muhammad ﷺ
After the Holy Quran, the most authoritative source for laws in Islam is the practice and sayings of the Holy Prophet Muhammad ﷺ. In his life, Muhammad ﷺ never killed anyone for mere apostasy.For example, the prophet ﷺ never killed any of the apostates that left the religion after the Isra (night journey).
In the treaty of Hudabiya, anyone who left the Muslims to go to the Quraysh could not be returned and this term was agreed on by the Prophet ﷺ. If Allah had commanded to kill apostates, Muhammad ﷺ would never agree to a term that would not let him carry out Allahs commands.
Quran 3:73:
And a section of the People of the Book say, ‘Believe in that which has been revealed unto the believers, in the early part of day, and disbelieve in the latter part thereof; perchance they may return;In his Tafseer Behrul Muheet, Abu Hayyan Al-Gharnati mentions that this was decided upon by twelve Jewish rabbis of Khaibar and Urainah:
‘Twelve rabbis from amongst the Jews of Khaibar and the town of Urainah (decided to act upon this) and said to one another: enter into the faith of Muhammad (sa) in the beginning of the day by confessing faith by the tongue but not in actual beliefs, and disbelieve in the later part of the day.’
There is no record of these Jews ever being killed and they certainly would not have tried this plan if they knew that they would be liable to be killed for apostasy.
An example of a Bedouin who blamed his fever on the acceptance of Islam in Sahih Bukhari 7216:
A bedouin came to the Prophet (ﷺ) and said, "Please take my Pledge of allegiance for Islam." So the Prophet took from him the Pledge of allegiance for Islam. He came the next day with a fever and said to the Prophet (ﷺ) "Cancel my pledge." But the Prophet (ﷺ) refused and when the bedouin went away, the Prophet said, "Medina is like a pair of bellows (furnace): It expels its impurities and brightens and clears its good."The Prophet ﷺ never once warned him that apostasy would be punished by death nor did the Prophet ﷺ order people to track him down to execute him. Rather it was seen as good that only the pure would stay and there would be no hypocrites staying in Islam.
There is also the example of the apostate Abdullah bin Abi Sarh who committed treason.
Sunan Abu Dawud 3458:
Abdullah ibn AbuSarh used to write (the revelation) for the Messenger of Allah (ﷺ). Satan made him slip, and he joined the infidels. The Messenger of Allah (ﷺ) commanded to kill him on the day of Conquest (of Mecca). Uthman ibn Affan sought protection for him. The Messenger of Allah (ﷺ) gave him protection.The war was now over, and his treason had not included murder of innocent Muslims, unlike others. His crime had been inciting other tribes against Islam and abandonment of the Muslim forces during a time of war. Abdullah had surrendered of his own accord and asked to accept Islam, which was a declaration of repentance. Thus, he had put himself under the mercy of the ruler of the time. The Qur’an states that the default punishment for treason and rebellion is death, but those who surrender themselves before they are caught should be shown leniency (Quran 5:34-35).
Hadith - Narrations on Apostasy
Sunan an-Nasa'i 4059"The Messenger of Allah [SAW] said: 'Whoever changes his religion, kill him.'"The Quran is the supreme source for Muslims and the Hadith should be interpreted in a consistent manner with the Quran. As I have set out that the Quran allows for religious freedom and freedom of speech in religious matters.
We also need to look at the context of the time. In that time the Arabs were tribal and family connections meant everything. When Islam came, the brotherhood of Islam superseded any familial and tribal connections which upset the pagan Arabs and for that, and other reasons, they became hostile to the Muslims. Eventually the Pagans and Muslims were at war with each other and fought many battles. in this time, when people generally deserted religion they did not merely abandon their doctrine but they would be changing their allegiance either between the Muslims or the pagans and joining their military. Hence, apostasy was equivalent to "harb" meaning rebellion or treason. This interpretation is more consistent with the verses of the Quran and the practice of the Prophet Muhammad ﷺ who allowed people to leave the religion so long as they didn't intend to commit treason and start rebellions. Hence, this is why the bedouin and the Jews who deserted from Islam weren't killed, because they weren't starting war against the Muslims.
Other Hadiths provide the qualification of rebellion and war:
Sahih Bukhari 6899:
"By Allah, Allah's Messenger (ﷺ) never killed anyone except in one of the following three situations: (1) A person who killed somebody unjustly, was killed (in Qisas,) (2) a married person who committed illegal sexual intercourse and (3) a man who fought against Allah and His Apostle and deserted Islam and became an apostate."Sunan an-Nasai 4048:
The Messenger of Allah [SAW] said: "It is not permissible to shed the blood of a Muslim except in three cases: An adulterer who had been married, who should be stoned to death; a man who killed another man intentionally, who should be killed; and a man who left Islam and waged war against Allah, the Might and Sublime, and His Messenger, who should be killed, or crucified, or banished from the land."Hence, the overwhelming evidence is that death is not for apostasy but for rebellion and in that specific time apostasy and rebellion were generally the same. As stated, there are examples of those who deserted Islam such as the bedouin and the Jews and those who left after the night journey who were not killed.
No Rationale for Death for Apostasy
For a missionary religion that wants to spread its message to the whole world and win the hearts of every people, death for apostasy makes no sense. Death for mere apostasy is morally reprehensible and many people rightfully critique it. How can a religion claim to be perfected in morals and from God when it kills its people if they leave the religion and preach against it. I believe Islam is the true religion and it is able to refute any arguments put against it. There is no threat from apostates or anyone else who try and preach against it, hence why Allah invites people from other religions to produce their proofs multiple times.
The very name Islam requires there to be a wilful submission to the will of Allah by a person. If people were under threat of the death penalty for apostasy by the government and that is the only reason they call themselves Muslim, then they are no longer wilfully submitting to Allah's will, rather they are submitting to the government which defeats the purpose of the very core of Islam. Allah bestows love of Himself and Islam when believers strive towards Him as is stated in many verses of the Quran and Hadith, hence there is no good reason to have the threat of death towards its followers in order to keep them in the religion.
2023.03.20 23:04 Holiday_Fan_7125 how to make someone think they are insane
disclaimer: I never actually do any do any of the things I post, so stop being rude!
this is a 1-2 week prank, and is very difficult to full off.
step 1: put 3 devices in the target's home that clinks chains once in a while. put one in the target's bedroom, one in their basement, and one in their favorite place to relax. activate the last 2, and have them clink the chains every 5 minutes.
step 2: o on the 3rd day, host a party. lots of loud music, food, the like. invite many people, including the target. as the target comes in, put o their ears mini speakers that play a chain clinking sound every 10 to 15 minutes., just loud enough that they will notice, but no one else will hear. turn of the chain clinker in their room. (be sure to take the mini speakers off at the end of the party)
step 3: on day 5-6, put blue light, (as in, computer screen light) just enough that they cannot fall asleep. Take all the melatonin pills if the target has them.
step 4: on day 7, remove all that you did in the past 3 steps from the target house. that night, dress in a black hood, chains, a bone mask, and hold a scythe. as soon as they start to fall asleep, walk in to their room. then as they fall subcontous, swish your scythe.
step 5 (extra) : if he target has a calendar, set it back a week. tell all their friends you are playing a prank, and to act like it is back a week, but every day is 2 days. now, every day they mark off on their calendar, add 1. after the week is over, everything is back to normal... except they think they were insane.
step 6 (extra X2) : every time the target is scared or is in a very quiet place, clink some chains. do it less and less over the years, until you haven't done it for 2 or 3 years. then, at the targets deathbed, if you clink the chains, they will probably be scared to death.
effects of this prank:
day 1-2 : the target hears a strange metallic sound, but they will not think much of it, because it only happens in their house.
day 3: the target gets worried, because, they hear it at a party, and no one else can hear it. later that night, they hear the strange metallic sound as they try to sleep...
day 4: they still hear the strange metallic sound all around their house, but at least they cant hear it outside anymore.
day 5-6: the target's room seems strangely less dark. the metallic sound haunts them all night...
day 7: every thing is gone. all the metallic sounds. all gone. the target is relived, but has an eerie feeling. as they try to go to bed, they see a cloaked figure enter their room. they are scared, but their body is so tired, they can't help but go to sleep...
day 8-14/1-7: the target wakes up. nothing is wrong. nothing is out of place. but... they aren't really sure... was it that week? they aren't sure. as the week goes by, why does he feel like time is going by extra fast?
life: the target recovers after 2 or so weeks, but is still shook up. And they feel strange whenever they are scared or calm. almost like there is something wrong, something going on in the background of their brain...
deathbed: (targets perspective)your friend walks into the room.nothing is wrong. you feel fine, and then...
you hear the chains.
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this is a 1-2 week prank, and is very difficult to full off.
step 1: put 3 devices in the target's home that clinks chains once in a while. put one in the target's bedroom, one in their basement, and one in their favorite place to relax. activate the last 2, and have them clink the chains every 5 minutes.
step 2: o on the 3rd day, host a party. lots of loud music, food, the like. invite many people, including the target. as the target comes in, put o their ears mini speakers that play a chain clinking sound every 10 to 15 minutes., just loud enough that they will notice, but no one else will hear. turn of the chain clinker in their room. (be sure to take the mini speakers off at the end of the party)
step 3: on day 5-6, put blue light, (as in, computer screen light) just enough that they cannot fall asleep. Take all the melatonin pills if the target has them.
step 4: on day 7, remove all that you did in the past 3 steps from the target house. that night, dress in a black hood, chains, a bone mask, and hold a scythe. as soon as they start to fall asleep, walk in to their room. then as they fall subcontous, swish your scythe.
step 5 (extra) : if he target has a calendar, set it back a week. tell all their friends you are playing a prank, and to act like it is back a week, but every day is 2 days. now, every day they mark off on their calendar, add 1. after the week is over, everything is back to normal... except they think they were insane.
step 6 (extra X2) : every time the target is scared or is in a very quiet place, clink some chains. do it less and less over the years, until you haven't done it for 2 or 3 years. then, at the targets deathbed, if you clink the chains, they will probably be scared to death.
effects of this prank:
day 1-2 : the target hears a strange metallic sound, but they will not think much of it, because it only happens in their house.
day 3: the target gets worried, because, they hear it at a party, and no one else can hear it. later that night, they hear the strange metallic sound as they try to sleep...
day 4: they still hear the strange metallic sound all around their house, but at least they cant hear it outside anymore.
day 5-6: the target's room seems strangely less dark. the metallic sound haunts them all night...
day 7: every thing is gone. all the metallic sounds. all gone. the target is relived, but has an eerie feeling. as they try to go to bed, they see a cloaked figure enter their room. they are scared, but their body is so tired, they can't help but go to sleep...
day 8-14/1-7: the target wakes up. nothing is wrong. nothing is out of place. but... they aren't really sure... was it that week? they aren't sure. as the week goes by, why does he feel like time is going by extra fast?
life: the target recovers after 2 or so weeks, but is still shook up. And they feel strange whenever they are scared or calm. almost like there is something wrong, something going on in the background of their brain...
deathbed: (targets perspective)your friend walks into the room.nothing is wrong. you feel fine, and then...
you hear the chains.
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2023.03.20 23:04 x265x MilkDrop 3.0 + 500 presets + lots of new functionalities
 | Hey guys, I've been working for months (not to say years) on this project. submitted by x265x to milkdrop [link] [comments] Here is a quick summary: MilkDrop 3.0 is not anymore a plugin that need to be launched with another program but a portable program that supports any audio source (Spotify, YouTube, SoundCloud...), it's an evolution of my version of BeatDrop2077, based on BeatDrop. It supports a new type of double-preset (.milk2 file) mixing 2 presets and displaying them both simultaneously. Here are a few double-preset: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=97XrIatMBWc Any user can now create beautiful new presets by pressing just a few keys without knowing any lines of code (F9 and then press the spacebar to create a new double-preset, that's it) and create new colors by pressing just the key 'C'. Also I created a new mode for auto-changing the presets based on beat detection. Here is a fast version of that: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pSzdThg1iW8 MilkDrop 3.0 -Lots of new key shortcuts, see the whole list above. For some letters, the majuscule and minuscule matters. As an example, I'm using the lower-case "a" for the classic random mini-mash-up and upper-case "A" (shift+a) for another function: back to previous random preset. -Support always on top window (F7) -Support multiple monitor stretching (ALT+SHIFT) thanks to milkdropper for the code. -Real-time toggling FPS (F2) 60fps, 90fps, 120fps ect... (some presets may not work well on high fps) -Real-time toggling seconds between auto transition to next preset (F3) 15sec, 30sec, 45sec ect... -Support of displaying 16 shapes simultaneously instead of 4. Shapes are now exported with the '.shape' file extension in Milkdrop3\shapes\file.shape -Support of displaying 16 waves simultaneously instead of 4. Waves are now exported with the '.wave' file extension in Milkdrop3\waves\file.wave -8 new simple waveform (total of 16) -The q1-q32 variables have been expanded; the range is now q1-q64. -Support going back to previous generated preset when pressing the key 'a' (Shift+A) I've waited 20 years for that function! -Support deep-mash-up, not just warp and comp mashup, but all 5 bins (z) note: this is quite unstable, some presets will crash MilkDrop3. But the results can be really great. -Support going back to previous generated preset when pressing the key 'z' (Shift+Z) -Support randomize colors function, pressing the (c) key will change all the colors in the comp shader directly in the memory. Don't forget to save the preset if you like the new color. -Support going back to previous generated color when pressing the key 'c' (Shift+C) -Lots of new debug information pressing the letter 'n', very useful when you create new double-preset. -Support auto-changing the presets based on beat detection (F8) ex: https://twitter.com/MilkDrop2077/sta...05613960560641 hardcut1 : load a new preset if bass > 1.5 with a minimum delay of 0.2 sec hardcut2 : load a new preset if treb > 2.9 with a minimum delay of 0.5 sec hardcut3 : load a new preset if treb > 2.9 with a minimum delay of 1 sec hardcut4 : load a new preset if treb > 2.9 with a minimum delay of 3 sec but if treb > 8 then it will load a new preset hardcut5 : load a new preset if treb > 2.9 with a minimum delay of 5 sec hardcut6 : load a new preset if bass >1.5 + will load Bass/WHITE.milk if bass > 4.90 -Lots of new transition effects (when pressing the spacebar), the first old 4 were : "zoom", "side", "plasma", "cercle", new ones: "snail", "plasma2", "triangle", "donuts","corner", "patches", "snail2", "snail3", "stars", "cisor", "wave", "checkerboard", "curtain", "vertical", "horizontal", "bubbles", "linesvertical", "lineshorizontal" A few example here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WXK-pzCPfYk -Improved search function: now we can search for anything in the presets list, not just one letter. you can type 'mar' for martin's presets. you can even type 'kings' if you search for 'martin - kings cross' for example. -bunch of optimized function with chatgpt -PLAYER CONTROL: Pressing CTRL+right will load the next track (on any player, spotify, youtube if you're listening to a playlist of songs...) CTRL+left will load the previous track on any player CTRL+up will send a fastforward 5sec command to winamp only CTRL+down will send a fastrewind 5sec command to winamp only - Pressing the key 'f' will filter the presets : showing (and loading) only normal .milk presets, only double .milk2 presets or ALL of them. -double-preset (.milk2) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n37SbxfLK0k Press F9 to enter double-preset mode. Now if you press the spacebar, you'll create a mix of 2 presets. You can save them with the key 's' like a normal preset, it will create a new milk2 file. You can try a few blending effect by pressing spacebar and then backspace a few times, or you can force certain type of blending pattern pressing the key 'p' ("zoom", "side", "plasma" ect...) if you press the key 'P' you can force the blending progress (10%, 20%, 30% ect...) Some blending pattern like plasma have a lots of random values, so you'll have different results pressing the spacebar and backspace multiple times. All of these random values are saved in the .milk2 file. If you only want to create double-presets, I suggest loading only normal milk presets by pressing the 'f' key twice (show only classic-presets) Note: double-presets don't work if you resize the window (including entering or exiting full-screen mode), the transition will be force at 100% and the second preset will be loaded completely. Also: -WAVE_SIZE can now have 0-100 value -ZOOM_AMOUNT can now have 0-100 value -ZOOM_EXPONENT can now have 0-100 value -WARP_AMOUNT can now have 0-100 value -WARP_SCALE can now have 0-100 value -WARP_SPEED can now have 0-100 value download : https://github.com/milkdrop2077/MilkDrop3I've setup up a patreon page, I've spend countless hours on MilkDrop3, if you would like to support this project and future updates:https://www.patreon.com/MilkDrop3 |
2023.03.20 23:03 potatoisme23 Direk
Time flies so fast, it’s been almost 2 years and it somehow still feels like yesterday since we broke things off. How have you been, sayang?
Isang taon na rin mula nung huli tayong nagkita at nagkausap. Alam kong meron ka ng girlfriend ngayon, but I’m still here. Stuck with the memories you left me. There were so many things that I wanted to tell you when we last met but I held back because I thought I’d still be given a chance to see and talk to you. But I wasn’t. Kaya here I am, writing this with the very little probability you’ll ever read this.
Akala ko kasi, okay na ako. Na nakamove on na ako sayo. But, nothing could really measure up to the days we’ve spent together. How could I forget you when you were the one who was there when I was at my lowest? You’ve seen all my ugly scars and yet, you still chose to kiss them. Even on those boring days where we would just talk about silly stuff, masaya na ako. I’ve missed you for the longest time and I don’t know how long will this keep going.
I remember, kapag we have a shooting, I’d take a photo of you to be part of the BTS so people could see how hardworking you are. Pero ngayon, ayun, hinahanap na lang kita sa bawat behind the scene ng film na ginagawa nyo and I’ll say, I’m very happy and proud of where you are right now. Sinabi ko naman sa’yo noon na I’ll keep supporting and loving you from afar and I’m keeping my word.
Mahal pa rin kita, Xy. Kahit maiksing panahon lang yung pinagsamahan natin, I’m grateful I got to experience your love.
I still wish we could’ve tried a little harder. Maybe in another life, we’ll make it.
Till we meet again, direk.
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Isang taon na rin mula nung huli tayong nagkita at nagkausap. Alam kong meron ka ng girlfriend ngayon, but I’m still here. Stuck with the memories you left me. There were so many things that I wanted to tell you when we last met but I held back because I thought I’d still be given a chance to see and talk to you. But I wasn’t. Kaya here I am, writing this with the very little probability you’ll ever read this.
Akala ko kasi, okay na ako. Na nakamove on na ako sayo. But, nothing could really measure up to the days we’ve spent together. How could I forget you when you were the one who was there when I was at my lowest? You’ve seen all my ugly scars and yet, you still chose to kiss them. Even on those boring days where we would just talk about silly stuff, masaya na ako. I’ve missed you for the longest time and I don’t know how long will this keep going.
I remember, kapag we have a shooting, I’d take a photo of you to be part of the BTS so people could see how hardworking you are. Pero ngayon, ayun, hinahanap na lang kita sa bawat behind the scene ng film na ginagawa nyo and I’ll say, I’m very happy and proud of where you are right now. Sinabi ko naman sa’yo noon na I’ll keep supporting and loving you from afar and I’m keeping my word.
Mahal pa rin kita, Xy. Kahit maiksing panahon lang yung pinagsamahan natin, I’m grateful I got to experience your love.
I still wish we could’ve tried a little harder. Maybe in another life, we’ll make it.
Till we meet again, direk.
2023.03.20 23:03 Jazzlike-Durian-6834 I can't bring myself to do it
I want to quit gaming so bad.
I'm fortunate enough to say that gaming hasn't ruined my "professional" life- I'm lined up for a pretty good job after college. My grades don't suffer because of gaming. But it has totally ruined my social life.
Back in 2019, I had seemingly kicked my gaming addiction for good. I was way less stressed, I was constantly socializing in-person! Not just through a screen! Which I literally never did until I gave up gaming. I never turned on my consoles or computer, and I had no urge to go back to it, from early 2019 until.... COVID lockdowns started in March 2020. Suddenly I was locked in my house all day and within a few days of boredom, I was back to playing Steam all day with my friends.
Which brings me to my biggest problem. I've thought about it a lot, and I've realized that I don't play video games because I enjoy them- they make me rage and I feel terrible after gaming all day. I play because I have no alternative for socializing. All of my friends (who I know IRL and are great people) only ever want to play online, not do stuff in person. It's like pulling teeth trying to get them to hang out and NOT play games.
After I sell my PS5 in a few days, and uninstall Steam/Discord, what do I have left? I can go to class, go to my job, but besides that, I'll be alone. All of my best friends are gonna be playing video games, and the first thing they'll text me when I'm bored is "hop on CSGO/valorant/whatever" and it'll be difficult to resist when I have no alternative way to socialize.
I'm like one of probably a hundred posts today so no one will probably read this, but thanks if you did. I could use some advice
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I'm fortunate enough to say that gaming hasn't ruined my "professional" life- I'm lined up for a pretty good job after college. My grades don't suffer because of gaming. But it has totally ruined my social life.
Back in 2019, I had seemingly kicked my gaming addiction for good. I was way less stressed, I was constantly socializing in-person! Not just through a screen! Which I literally never did until I gave up gaming. I never turned on my consoles or computer, and I had no urge to go back to it, from early 2019 until.... COVID lockdowns started in March 2020. Suddenly I was locked in my house all day and within a few days of boredom, I was back to playing Steam all day with my friends.
Which brings me to my biggest problem. I've thought about it a lot, and I've realized that I don't play video games because I enjoy them- they make me rage and I feel terrible after gaming all day. I play because I have no alternative for socializing. All of my friends (who I know IRL and are great people) only ever want to play online, not do stuff in person. It's like pulling teeth trying to get them to hang out and NOT play games.
After I sell my PS5 in a few days, and uninstall Steam/Discord, what do I have left? I can go to class, go to my job, but besides that, I'll be alone. All of my best friends are gonna be playing video games, and the first thing they'll text me when I'm bored is "hop on CSGO/valorant/whatever" and it'll be difficult to resist when I have no alternative way to socialize.
I'm like one of probably a hundred posts today so no one will probably read this, but thanks if you did. I could use some advice