No. All manner of meeting. Long lost friends, coworkers at the water cooler, high noon and moonlight duels, anonymous sex, strangers on a train, roadside banditry, love at first sight, street corner begging and door-to-door sales, all distilled down into a yellow-brown paste, stabilized with a bit of gluten and guar gum, and ground up for your burrito. Its why so much of their stuff is vegan.

No. Jokes are funny. Its that thing fascists do where they say it was a joke if you call them on their shit.

Maybe we shouldnt rely on the state, give them the fruits of our labor, or respect their enforcers?

Maybe these occupying armies in our cities should be looked upon less favorably?

Maybe judges should be afraid someone will find out where they live, and congressmen should be really skittish?

See, the idea of obeying the government because its the right thing to do only makes sense when the government is a pooling of collective resources for collective good, and stuff at a scale it would be a bother to fund/organize individually. It only makes sense when the government is yours. Is for your benefit.

I’ve only met the beneficiaries of this government a couple times. I thought about guillotines every moment of those interactions.

Only in elections. The panthers changed so fucking much and didn’t run a single candidate.

Also, the disparity is larger or smaller in different ethnic/cultural groups. Can be skewed NY excluding certain strongly gender dominated fields (like finance) etc.

Copied from elsewhere in thread:

There is no way for me to get literally anywhere without being downrange. Not in any city in the united states.

You have defined the world as a shooting range, and told me its my fault for being downrange.

I can’t feel one of my legs because of you ‘people’. My back always hurts now. Doctors say it won’t get better. I was on the other side of a ditch, walking on loose dirt and roots when I was hit, because there was a break in the sidewalk. I was wearing bright red. I realky liked that dress, a gift from my first love, and they had to cut it off me-not to mention all the blood. I’m missing teeth. Im never not in pain now. I can’t stand still, there’s no way I can sit comfortably for more than about 90 seconds, sex is a whole fucking production, and It takes about a half hour pillow arranging ritual for me to lay down in a way that won’t make the pain worse tomorrow.

What could I have done better for this not to have been my fault? Believe me, I’ve gone over it in my head. I don’t know why why I did this to myself. I froze for a split second when I realized they weren’t going to stop. They had those really bright lights and I couldn’t see if it was a sedan or a big fuck-off truck. If it was a sedan and I tried to go flat I’d be torn to pieces even if I was fast enough, if it was a killdozer and I tried to roll over it I’d just be crushed like a fly and I would be very lucky if my mangled body didn’t stick in the grille.

I’ve been over it in my head so many times. For a couple months in the hospital, before I was back on solid food and not needing three nurses to help me shit, I couldn’t do anything else. I keep coming back to that split second of hesitation while I was blind, before I, correctly, took my size posture and likely angle the car would be coming from into account. I keep asking myself if I would be okay, or at least less broken, if I’d been faster. If I’d practiced my falls more as a kid.

So tell me. What should I have done? How could I have avoided being downrange?

Fucking tell me coward. Don’t just leave the conversation. Tell me. Tell me why this was justified. Tell me why it was ultimately worth it for me to experience this.

Oooh downvotes but no answers. Fucking cowards. The only people who ever used cars right were the Irish. And they did less harm to innocents than Americans do.

Whataboutism then?

Nah, I dont hate them. I don’t think I’d be enthusiastic about a full like mascot level fur suit during sex, but cat ears and tailplugs are adorable.

You think it ever wasn’t him?

your machine

Thats what they said.

No but see also not that.

Hot.

Hey, um, maybe make clear that this is an erotica sub and not an attempt yo port r/fuckcars. I stumbled in and made a complete ass of myself because youre not on Lemmy.nsfw and your icon kinda looks similar. Also wanted to apologize for yucking people’s yum.

No, sorry, I realized at some point after my first reply here that this is an erotica subreddit. I made the exact same mistake. We were the assholes here, tucking these fine people’s exotic yum. I think I just assumed because it was on Lemmy.world and moy Lemmy.nsfw that it was like the Lemmy version of r/fuck cars. Same for you, right?

For the record; I absolutely hate cars, but i think sex is the best and most ethical use for them by far. If we must continue to have cars, I support a dick in every seat and a fleshy covering for every stick shift!

Thats the amount t of danger youre adding to the world. Its just a fact. You finding it necessary for your lifestyle does not make it safe or ethical any more than needing it for eternal youth makes bathing in the blood of virgins ethical for me.

Should I just die? No? Then I gotta serial murder a bunch teenagers and republicans and drain their blood.

And lemme tell ya; with the rates of childhood sexual assault we have in this country, these are not small numbers! Honestly its a lot of work. You should give murdering children and bathing in their blood to achieve immortality a little more respect.

maybe there shouldn’t be

There is no way for me to get literally anywhere without being downrange. Not in any city in the united states.

You have defined the world as a shooting range, and told me its my fault for being downrange.

I can’t feel one of my legs because of you ‘people’. My back always hurts now. Doctors say it won’t get better. I was on the other side of a ditch, walking on loose dirt and roots when I was hit, because there was a break in the sidewalk. I was wearing bright red. I realky liked that dress, a gift from my first love, and they had to cut it off me-not to mention all the blood. I’m missing teeth. Im never not in pain now. I can’t stand still, there’s no way I can sit comfortably for more than about 90 seconds, sex is a whole fucking production, and It takes about a half hour pillow arranging ritual for me to lay down in a way that won’t make the pain worse tomorrow.

What could I have done better for this not to have been my fault? Believe me, I’ve gone over it in my head. I don’t know why why I did this to myself. I froze for a split second when I realized they weren’t going to stop. They had those really bright lights and I couldn’t see if it was a sedan or a big fuck-off truck. If it was a sedan and I tried to go flat I’d be torn to pieces even if I was fast enough, if it was a killdozer and I tried to roll over it I’d just be crushed like a fly and I would be very lucky if my mangled body didn’t stick in the grille.

I’ve been over it in my head so many times. For a couple months in the hospital, before I was back on solid food and not needing three nurses to help me shit, I couldn’t do anything else. I keep coming back to that split second of hesitation while I was blind, before I, correctly, took my size posture and likely angle the car would be coming from into account. I keep asking myself if I would be okay, or at least less broken, if I’d been faster. If I’d practiced my falls more as a kid.

So tell me. What should I have done? How could I have avoided being downrange?

Fucking tell me coward. Don’t just leave the conversation. Tell me.

Edit:I’m getting down votes, but no answers. What should I have done differently? How was this my fault? Give me solace, tell me what great civilizational achievements required I be sacrificed.