





You said it a lot more eloquently and provided more context, though, and I appreciate that.
My upbringing and events that happened during childhood really led me to a parh of compassion and gave me a drive for self reflection amd betterment. Seeing ignorance and blind faith cause so much pain and suffering really made me want to make things better in the world. I hope I’ve done so in my little corner of it.


Wait, what was that part about the internet? I missed it.


HOA can’t fuck with HAM radio towers.

Wilfred: I don’t know, Ryan. Why is the sky grey? Why is the grass grey? Why is a rainbow grey, grey, grey, grey, grey and infra-grey?


non fiction books make me want to kill myself
I usually feel the same. A few notable exceptions I have found: