Emiliano Zapata Salazar “It is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees.” - New General Megathread for the 8th and 9th of August 2023
(San Miguel Anenecuilco, Mexico, 1879 - Morelos, 1919) Mexican revolutionary. In the complex development of the Mexican Revolution of 1910, the so-called agrarian leaders took up the just aspirations of the humblest rural classes, who had been driven to misery by an arbitrary agrarian policy that dispossessed them of their land. Of them all, Emiliano Zapata remains the most admired.
In the face of the unscrupulous ambition or ideological inconsistency of Pancho Villa or Pascual Orozco, and in the face of an idea of revolution more linked to the war for power than to social transformation, Emiliano Zapata remained faithful to his ideals of justice and gave absolute priority to effective achievements. Unfortunately, that same firmness and constancy in the face of the confusing revolutionary winds determined his isolation in the state of Morelos, where he undertook fruitful reforms from a position of virtual independence that no government could tolerate. His assassination, instigated from the presidency, led to the rapid dissolution of his work and the exaltation of the leader, who would go down in history as one of the great revolutionary myths of the 20th century.
Biography
Member of a humble peasant family, he was the ninth of the ten children Gabriel Zapata and Cleofás Salazar had, of whom only four survived. Emiliano Zapata worked as a child as a laborer and sharecropper and received poor schooling. He was orphaned around the age of thirteen, and both he and his older brother Eufemio inherited some land and a few head of cattle, a legacy with which they had to support themselves and their two sisters, María de Jesús and María de la Luz.
Emiliano remained in his native town, Anenecuilco, where, in addition to working his land, he was sharecropper of a small part of the land of a neighboring hacienda. During the times when work in the fields decreased, he dedicated himself to driving mule trains and traded with the animals that were his great passion: horses. When he was about seventeen years old, he had his first confrontation with the authorities, which forced him to leave the state of Morelos and to live for some months hiding in the ranch of some friends of his family.
One of the causes of the Mexican Revolution was the disastrous agrarian policy developed by the regime of Pofirio Díaz. Under the protection of the iniquitous laws enacted by the dictator, landowners and large companies took over communal lands and small properties, leaving the humble peasants dispossessed or displaced to almost sterile areas. It is estimated that in 1910, the year of the outbreak of the Revolution, more than ninety percent of the peasants were landless, and about a thousand large landowners employed three million braceros.
In 1909, a new real estate law threatened to worsen the situation. In September of the same year, the four hundred or so inhabitants of Zapata's village, Anenecuilco, were summoned to a clandestine meeting to deal with the problem; it was decided to renew the municipal council, and Emiliano Zapata was elected president of the new council.
He was then thirty years old and had considerable charisma among his neighbors for his moderation and self-confidence. As president of the council, Zapata began to deal with lawyers from the capital to assert the property rights of his countrymen; such activity did not go unnoticed, and possibly because of this the army called him to the army.
Back in Morelos, Emiliano Zapata took his first drastic decision: leading a small armed group, he occupied the Hospital lands and distributed them among the peasants. The daring action had resonance in nearby towns, as similar situations were taking place everywhere; Zapata was appointed head of the Junta of Villa de Ayala, a town that was the head of the district to which his hometown belonged.
The Mexican Revolution
Agrarian policy and the abysmal social inequalities brought about by the Porfiriato were among the root causes of the Mexican Revolution, but its immediate trigger was Porfirio Díaz's decision to run in the 1910 elections. Such "elections" were in reality a pseudo-democratic farce to extend his mandate for another six years; the old dictator, after repressing and eliminating freedom of the press and any hint of political dissidence, maintained the formalism of being reelected periodically.
Francisco I. Madero, founder of the Anti-Reelectionist Party (a political formation that aspired precisely to interrupt this perpetuation), had presented his candidacy for the 1910 elections, but was persecuted and forced into exile. Understanding the futility of the democratic path, Francisco Madero launched from exile the Plan of San Luis, a political proclamation in which he called on the Mexican people to take up arms against the dictator on November 20, 1910, the date of the beginning of the Mexican Revolution.
In Morelos, many immediately joined the insurrection; this was not the case, however, of Zapata. He did not fully trust the promises of the Plan of San Luis, and he wanted to see the land distributions he had made at the head of the Junta of Villa de Ayala recognized and legitimized with appointments beforehand. For the leadership of the uprising in Morelos, Francisco Madero chose Pablo Torres Burgos; after being named colonel by Pablo Torres, Zapata adhered to the Plan of San Luis and in March 1911, upon the death of Torres, he was designated "supreme chief of the revolutionary movement of the South".
With that rank he took the city of Cuautla in May, the starting point to extend his power over the state, and proceeded to distribute the lands in the area he controlled. In the rest of the country, meanwhile, the Revolution spread and triumphed rapidly: the dictator's army was defeated in barely six months. In May 1911, Porfirio Díaz went into exile after transferring power to Francisco León de la Barra, who assumed the interim presidency (May-November 1911) until elections were held.
The Ayala Plan
After the fall of the dictatorship of Porfirio Diaz, disagreements soon arose between Zapata, who demanded the immediate distribution of the hacienda lands among the peasants, and Francisco Madero, who demanded the disarming of the guerrillas.
But, in spite of the revolutionary triumph, a good part of the regime's machinery was still in the hands of former Porfiristas (starting with León de la Barra), who occupied high positions in the administration and in the theoretically defeated army. When, in July 1911, a large part of the Zapatistas had surrendered their weapons, the army began to harass the peasants and then Zapata himself, who narrowly escaped arrest; throughout that summer, the government troops destroyed Zapata's work, but their action united the peasants against him, who, taking up arms again, recovered their positions and were ultimately strengthened.
Against Huesta and Carranza
Madero would fall victim to a coup in February 1913, led by Victoriano Huerta and supported by the USA, Huerta would execute Madero and declared a dictatorship. The attacks of the government against Zapata would increase, but Zapata was able to stop Huerta’s offensive and strengthened his position on Morelos.
On the rest of the Country, many revolutionaries would rise up on rebellion against the traitor Huerta government. One of this was governor of Coahuila Venustiano Carranza, who declare himself leader of the constitutionalists. Another was Pacho Villa in Chihuahua who led the agrarian movement on the North. Both were able to defeat Huerta in July 1914. Zapata’s defense of Morelos would prove and important part of the defeat of Huerta thanks to stretching his forces thin between north and south.
Eventually the three revolutionaries would split due to ideological differences, with Carranza wanting to continue Madero’s program, and Villa and Zapata wanting a land reform leading to a momentary alliance between both on October 1914. Both would take over Mexico City, but differences would arise ending in the dissolution of the Alliance and both going their own way.
Last Years
The civil war would continue in 1915, after the defeat of Villa, the constitutionalists would center their attacks on the State of Morelos. On 1916 Zapata would enter talks with general Pablo González but this would fall through, with Gonzales invading Moreles, Zapata would regain control of the state in January 1917.
Faced with the impossibility of ending the movement and the threat that Zapata posed to the federal government (to the extent that radicals from other states could follow his example), Carranza and González hatched a plan to assassinate Zapata. By making him believe that he was going to go over to his side and that he would deliver ammunition and supplies, Colonel Jesús Guajardo, who was directing government operations against him, managed to lure Zapata to a secret meeting at the Chinameca farm in Morelos. When Zapata, accompanied by ten men, entered the hacienda, the soldiers who pretended to present them with weapons shot him at point-blank range.
Here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna log onto hexbear.net. You will click the button to sort by local posts. You will sort by "new". You will upvote every post you see so that it shows up on all the other sites we are a part of now. Have I made myself perfectly clear?
I'm going to have to start reading posters' usernames before the posts so I don't get whiplash every time some hyper lib take turns out to not be a bit
me and my buddies from Whiterun have decided chopping wood and selling it to the tavern keep is a bullshit way of living so we grabbed some iron weapons and hide armor and moved out to the middle of the woods to live as bandits. our first target is this one guy who just slayed a dragon by himself and ate its soul. should be easy pickings
"The 'threat of extremism' is a straw man. The ruling class dismiss any and all concerns of the workers as baseless treason, all while completely ignoring the very factors causing this 'extremism' that they themselves have created." ---- Junko Enoshima
The new wrecker we have spamming shit with a baby soyjak has me so owned, my god I am the baby soyjak because I like communism. I renounce my status as a leftist and now I'm a blood and soil libertarian fascist who gets hung up on women in video games.
You hate Bill Gates because he wants to enslave the human race with vaccines and 5G. I hate him because he invented Microsoft Teams. We are not the same.
Having an existential confrontation with mortality whenever I notice a tiny bit of blood coming from an unexpected part of my body where I must have accidentally pulled a hair out without noticing
Lenin is brought back from the dead, looks at the state of the world and says one thing to the United States before returning to eternal rest
“We had a good thing, you stupid son of a bitch! We had everything we needed, and it all ran like clockwork. You could've shut your mouth, cooked and made as much money as you ever needed. It was perfect. But, no, you just had to blow it up. You and your pride and your ego! You just had to be the man. If you'd done your job, known your place, we'd all be fine right now.”
Cleaned my vaporizer for the first time in half a year and holy shit it works so much better now. The clouds are thrice as large and I'm getting so much vapour I'm coughing my lungs up after every hit
Totally forgot a big benefit of keeping your paraphernalia sparkling clean is it makes your hits so much more potent and saves a ton of weed
That federation thing is annoying because when I see libs making claims I have the urge to effortpost in reply, and get really frustrated if I'm not 100% sure on something or am struggling to find the correct wording.
And of course, odds are they won't listen or that I am wrong after all gah
I hope you like reading because I’ve got some shit to say. A story in two parts.
Yesterday was bad. I was supposed to wake up early and head on from Ponferrada to the place where Brazil and Co. were staying, which it turns out was one of the most gorgeous hostels on the way. That’s what I should have done. But instead I felt tired, lonely, broken, and simply couldn’t pick myself up from bed. I sent Milan a text at 5am to see if she wanted me to take a day off and walk with her after she got to town. I thought she’d say yes since we texted about it the night before, but instead nothing. Silence. I’ll probably never hear from her again. I went back to bed and got up at 8am, far too late on a day where the afternoon high would hit 38 degrees.
I felt stuck, with so many friends ahead and others behind. I couldn’t decide whether I should haul ass for the ocean or take it slow to see what unexpected friendships I could hatch. I worried that I wouldn’t meet anyone new and was instead throwing away my chance to spend time with Brazil instead. But I also worried that he didn’t want to see me anymore. I was unhappy.
I sat on a bench in a random town eating breakfast. A guy walked by on the other side of the street and smiled at me. It was kind of creepy. A few minutes later he swings back around on my side of the street and sits on the bench next to me. My creeper senses are at a 10. But it turns out he was actually fine (still good defensive instincts tho). This was Argentina, an extremely charming 40 year old world traveler currently living in Barcelona. We walked together for the rest of the day and it was awesome. Maybe things aren’t so bad?
He stops for the evening in Villafranca. I’m supposed to keep going to reach Brazil in Trabadelo, but I know it’s far too hot for that now (my fault) and I wanted to follow up on this new friendship. I check in at Argentina’s hostel.
It turns out all of the people from the dysphoria/dysmorphia-inducing river swim are there and already friends with Argentina. They’re wonderful people but this brings some bad feelings to the front of my mind. We get lunch as a group and everything is great, but other than the brother and sister from London it’s mostly not a high-fluency crowd when it comes to English. A lot of people just stick to Italian. I develop strong “lost in the crowd” vibes as I feel quite lonely even within this group.
Argentina suggests we go down to yet another river swimming area and I panic. I don’t want to be seen with my shirt off. I follow them there because I’d made a heretofore very positive pledge that I’d always say yes to any social invitation, but as soon as I get down there and see all the prettier, younger, happier pilgrims with all their close and meaningful friendships I feel horrible. I feel ugly and I feel unwanted which are, as it happens, my two greatest fears.
I leave without saying a word and sob on a park bench. I go back to the albergue and keep crying. Sister London comes and finds me, and her Italian friend tries to cheer me up. They invite me out for tapas but I’m still crying. I do my best to hold it together but it’s bad. Argentina looks uncomfortable. Brother London buys me a drink and says he’ll keep an eye out for me on the way tomorrow. These are good people, kind people, friendly people. It occurs to me that I have, right now, the very thing that I want.
But it feels hollow. Everyone on the Camino is friendly. Everyone. Everyone is your friend for five minutes and then they go away. I came here looking for real human connection, the kind I haven’t gotten enough of since the start of the pandemic. I wanted a true friend who’d go the distance with me. These were just very pleasant strangers. They were faces at a cocktail party. I didn’t want this, I wanted the early days of me, Brazil and Hungary, just out exploring the world together. I’ve been here almost a month now and nothing will ever top the road to Burgos.
I went to bed crying. I texted everyone and said I was quitting. I didn’t really believe it and had no actual plan to bail (how could I when I can’t afford to change my flight?). I guess I was just lashing out and maybe wanted someone to see that and invite me to walk with them. I dreaded being alone. It reminded me of my life at home, sitting alone in my big giant rental house with no friends, no pets, no family, no furniture. Wasn’t this supposed to be different? Brazil sent me a text with a picture of us together on Day 3 in Basque Country. “Big hugs from your crazy Brazilian friend.” I’m a wreck.
I woke up on Wednesday morning and, not knowing what else to do, I started walking.
i've been consistently cycling about 225km per week for about seven weeks, only lost about 6 pounds so far (would like to lose another 8-10) but my leg muscles are getting T H I C C and definitely feeling improvements in speed and climbing. exercise folks, it's good
"Let's just feel things out and I don't need anything conclusive rn" is too much for the person I liked, she wanted purely FWB despite knowing that there were feelings on my end. I was honest that I regretted it and felt like the cost (friendship fucked for me for now, have to see each other every day) outweighed the benefits and that I felt kind of used, so she texted me later saying how hurtful it was that I said that and implied that the friendship was purely contingent on a specific end result on my end? And like...she's the aggrieved party despite me being the one being rejected?
What the fuck? When did people become convinced that casual sex has to be consequence free and that they're entitled to the relationship remaining the same afterward? Just because she doesn't regret anything doesn't mean I have to feel the same way. And the friendship would be too painful for me right now but she seems to be implying I'm some kind of "Nice Guy" because I'm being honest that I feel that way? I loved our friendship and it hurts me a lot that things are fucked now, but she hits me up focused on her own feelings when it's clear I just need to be left alone to feel my hurt and I'm carrying the worse burden. Idk, maybe she's a more selfish person than I thought but that's painful in its own way.
Anyway idk man...don't really know what to say except that I feel like absolute fucking ass rn
Talking to my new coworker about the Teamsters union and how they were able to win a great new contract. He came from another union job, which is a bit more hamstrung due to certain laws. But it was a great convo. At one point he sounded hopeful/inspired by the Teamsters union's actions. So cool, even though his overall politics seem a bit iffy.
My other coworker was joined the convo later and he leans more anti-union. He mentioned how the pay increase that the Teamsters go was great. And considering his history of complaining about pay it triggered my loud union advocate/boss voice and I exclaimed "And that's why YOU need a union". Don't think I convinced him, but we had a few back and forth on certain points.
Remember nerds just like in the old site, no current struggle session discussion here on the new general megathread, i will ban you from the comm and remove your comment, have a good day/night :meow-coffee:
We really gotta get these mega threads visible even if you're not subscribed to the comm. Subscribe to everything VS view All is not a sustainable contradiction!
The first half of today was SHIT. I cried while walking and blamed others for my unhappiness. I wrote a whole text to my Ukrainian friend telling her to fuck off for abandoning me and how this was her fault. I didn’t hit send. That would have been beyond stupid. It wasn’t even reasonable, it just felt good to write it.
At first we were walking around a boring, flat highway and that only made me feel worse. It didn’t help that there were SO. GODDAMMN. MANY. baby pilgrims everywhere. These aren’t the cool kids who started back in France, or even Pamplona or Burgos or Léon. These were like Day One walkers with elementary school backpacks on their way to Galicia. That’s fine and they have a right to be here too, but I was too sad/angry/bipolar to be sensible and having to dodge all these teenagers was driving me up a wall. I stopped saying hola, buenas, buen camino. I started giving people the New York huff/shoulder turn pass. I was a jerk.
The landscape shifted as we approached Galicia. We left the highway and climbed up a series of massive hills, all the way up into the mountains. I cheered up. This is my landscape. I put on the new creepypasta episode of Last Podcast on the Left and laughed for the first time in days. When I got to the giant signpost indicating that we were in Galicia, the fourth and final province along the Camino Frances, I broke down. We were way up in the clouds. There were hills and green fields and horses and so many beautiful things. I remembered why I came here: to prove that I can do it. Because I’m a thru-hiker, not a pilgrim. Because I finish what I start.
I sped up. Fast. I reached O Cebrerio, a gorgeous tourist town characterized by classic Galician thatched-roof houses. I popped into a tavern and loaded up on chorizo. I felt better.
At the local albergue I found Bilbao, Bologna, and Malaysia (who was surprised to see me because she thought I’d quit). I asked Malaysia where Brazil was because they’d been walking together. She said 12km up the road. I said I was going there too. She said it was too late in the day and it’s a bad idea. I said I had the strength to do it.
I took off, full send. I realized that I’d accidentally left my credencial stamp book back at the tavern but oh well, I’d deal with that when I get to Fonfría. Fuck it. Hike. Hike. I didn’t come here just to make friends, I came here because I’m a long-distance backpacker and a REALLY fucking good one at that. My pack felt light. My legs felt strong. I flew.
I reached Fonfría and caught a taxi back to O Cebrerio to rescue my credencial. My driver was awesome and taught me some amazing Galacian history. That night (uhh tonight, like an hour ago) we all had communal dinner in a giant thatched-food building. Everyone cool was there, including Brazil. We all laughed and got crazy drunk and Brighton lied and said it was his birthday so the whole table of like 50 people had to sing for him. It got wild.
I talked to Brazil after dinner. He said he’s become withdrawn from others because he has to finish on the 13th. He’s doing 50km a day. That’s insane.
I asked if that meant goodbye. He said no and refused to hug me. “You’re fast, I’ll see you in Santiago. We’ll say goodbye then. After that, you go to the ocean. You’ll make it.”
I get it now comrades. I had my friendships, my adventures, my memories of a lifetime. Those things went away because it’s simply time for them to go. Now it’s time for me to be who I am, instead of clinging to others so that they can find value in me that I can’t find myself. I don’t need that. I know exactly who I am and what I’m good at. It’s time to embrace what brought me here.
It’s time to be a fucking hiker.
Edit: oh also Ukraine and Quebec both texted me today to offer support. They didn’t even know I was upset, just that I was close to finishing. I’m glad I didn’t ruin my friendship with Ukraine, that would have been so dumb y’all. It was really nice to hear from both of them. It sounds like this trip was quite transformative for Quebec and she’s instituting some big life changes now which is awesome.
frankensteined this guy together after having a vision of it and trying to find where I might have seen it to no avail, took me thirty minutes but now I have something to post at the wayward self-assured liberal who wanders in to post cringe
What do I say when someone compliments my looks? A few times I've said something complimentary back, but that either sends the wrong message (cuz I'm not attracted to them) or my compliment didn't sound genuine, and the last two times I just said "thanks" but that resulted in an awkward silence ("you're handsome" "thanks." "..."), so ig people do expect to be complimented back? Asking because I'm autistic and this doesn't come naturally to me.
there's some comedy to me assiduously avoiding so much plastic in other parts of my life and then gleefully swishing around a plastic toothbrush in me mouth every night, lol. not like there's many other options---anyone ever try a boat hair toothbrush?
I'm missing sparring week in my gym because my brother exposed me to covid. Not sure I have it but would feel like a dick causing a minor outbreak just because I want to show off the cool combinations I practice in the bathroom mirror. Get question mark kicked bitch!!
I have never looked at lemmy. I will never look at lemmy.
Also kinda over all the posts that are just "The libs over at lemmy called us tankies/putin shills again". Or the threads where its just 1 lemmy user comment and 50 hexbears calling that one guy a lib.
Seriously, who the fuck cares what lemmy users say about hexbear???
I think dogpiling is cringe anyway, let's bring back downvotes but only for people posting via lemmy, so we can just downvote them before there's 50 replies to a single dumb comment every thread. It's 3 am I can't even tell if my own suggestion is a serious one.
god the way the news portrayed that montgomery boat brawl was just so blatantly racist it’s disgusting, didn’t even know the actual context until i saw a tik tok about it
I'm just imagining some wayward glob-instancer (my new slur for users hailing from general-purpose general-audience lemmy instances) wandering into a Hexbear Megathread, not noticing the instance, entirely unfamiliar with the site culture, and experiencing the Hexbear equivalent experience to this
do you think people who draw porn ever get off to their own porn? i figure live-action performers probably don't, much like actors don't usually enjoy their own films
Effective immediately Mr. Softie is to be sent to butter rehab. The dairy zone. The little man just cannot control himself around that sweet sweet buttery goodness.
I've been thinking about what sets anarchist politics apart from ML recently. In the past, it was easier, there were lines like abolition, degrowth, and commoning, that set anarchists apart.
I think those are softer boundary markers now, as MLs embrace those ideas. I think that now, it's more a question of how important those things are. Like, an ML might support commoning over nationalizing, but still consider nationalization a worthwhile goal, whereas anarchists won't compromise on commoning as the mode of socialization. Same for abolition, it seems like a lot of MLs support abolition here, but care less about philosophies and systems of justice in AES.
On the other side, anti-imperialism used to be a big wedge issue, with MLs taking a "lesser of two evils approach" to issues like Iran and anarchists taking a "fuck-all-states" approach. Anarchists are softening on this now, and are often heard expressing the same logic in softer terms, with the positions on anti-imperialism being similar but with the main differences being rhetorical.
IMO this is a good thing for our movements and is a sign of a maturing left where distinctions like "ML" and "anarchist" are losing meaning.
Partner kicked my computer's plug while cleaning and now it doesn't boot into windows 🙃 windows recovery via USB doesn't work either 🙃🙃 gonna have to take it into a repair shop 🙃🙃🙃 I really want to play baldurs gate 3 🙃🙃🙃🙃
I haven't done anything with my org for months and I always feel like an outsider there. The only thing I do to advance communism in any way is talking about it with my lib friends but I really need to be doing more
This one time I let this girl use my cellphone and somehow forgot it happened in real-time and thought I'd lost my phone as she was talking on it in front of me.
if i've learned one thing from the Wano Country arc of one piece, it's that the soviets were right to get rid of all the romanovs in one go. letting them get tortured by the public would have just made them really fucked up if they got power from a western organized color revolution.
Good news! My dad told me he gonna stop again and try and not drink at all for a while like he did last time. It just also good since I was really dreading I was gonna lose him and it was gonna get bad again. It is also different since last time he was making a comprise and only drinking on weekends, but not this time.
What's that kid, you think you're edgy? You think you know what edge is? You don't know shit kid, you're straight edge as can be. Me? I play Sniper in TF2 with the Anger equipped and land fully charged Machina bodyshots. You couldn't even dream of being a fraction as edgy as me
talking with a colleague about Thank You for Smoking and they say
"Yeah, but that was back in the eighties. It was basically the wild west, you could get away with anything. That kind of thing doesn't happen anymore."
I sure love thinking I'm going to get one full paycheck and then a shitty one later this month but actually I'm getting 20% less than a full paycheck and in two weeks I'm just fucked hahaha
Installed Debian on my new laptop and the process was way less painful than I thought it would be. I'm not going to be using my laptop for much (just streaming video and most importantly, posting on Hexbear), but I barely had to do anything for it to work the way I wanted. I'm not exactly a beginner, I've been using linux since about 2006-07 with Ubuntu, but I didn't really want to have to tinker and struggle to get things working.
its kinda embarrassing to say i used crypto but i found a decent purpose for it. you can get amazon and best buy gift cards at 20% discount from p2p exchanges like paxful or noones. just got 500 dollars worth of gift cards for 400 dollars.
bad part: you need to find a good trusted seller, you are probably helping money laundering because why else would they sell these at a discount and you have to use crypto which is annoying af.
The biggest Michael Scott move one of my former bosses pulled was believe that "work will set you free" is just a folksy saying and regularly drop it on us to motivate us.
I hate all the dipshits who drive BMW and Audis on my commute, I can only imagine them to be the type that would sell their Mom to get more power/money.
i love when there's a needle drop as it cuts to the credits in a TV show. for a network to cut this off in order to show an ad or preview at the same time as the credits is a crime against art. it's like a minute or two let it play
As far as Internet culture goes, I like how Lemmy posters are the normie Bernie-left and then we're the third worldist hipster commies. Is there an even more based tier, or does that require logging off?
bit idea: every local user gets a blue check (even better if the check only shows up when the post is viewed from another instance), and we bait libs from other instances into posting hog to get their account verified
My computer PSU has died. Second time it has happened to me. First time was entirely my fault, I inadvertently sent a splash of coffee right into it (poof, there was some magic smoke, the computer immediately turned off, and I felt very very stupid). This time though, it was genuine failure. It was one I bought for relatively cheap after the coffee incident, and there were signs before it, too - power interruption a few times a week for like a month before it happened.
Happily none of the components were damaged in either incident; this time I specifically bought a high quality new one and I plan to do so in the future always; I don't think scrimping on them is a good idea
Since my dad gonna stop drinking for a while again, I decided to look at jobs again, and there this janitor job just "calling" out to me. I feel like I should apply for it, esp. since I have experience as a custodian before, but at the same time. I feel like I might really be getting ahead of myself, esp because im starting new things to like therapy.. But if I decide to wait, there goes that opportunity.
someone let me know if i’m actually cookin up an idea here:
so we know how capitalism maintained itself in postwar europe via social democracy by giving some of its imperialist crumbs to some of the european masses right?
in a similar way capitalism maintains itself in central and south america by having some of the biggest artists in the world(currently). via representation of capitalist success through these artists it can blind people to their oppression the way social democracy does
this isn’t a fully baked idea but the parallel kinda works?
Poland diaries 2, days... I've lost count... Oh God people from the Federation are gonna be reading this too
Being in one of the most urban decayed cities in Poland was an experience, and discovering just how disfunctional the City was was an experience that kept on giving. Another ugly side was the even more vile than the usual anticommunist reactionary propaganda. Football hooligans with graffiti with stars of David on a hangman's noose? Yup, commonplace in Poland.
Similarly, when we stopped by a bigger city for an hour to walk around for a bit, we bought a fridge magnet for the small collection I have back home. Turns out, the seller gave us a gift of a "lucky jew-let" a caricature of an orthodox jew with the purpose of increasing one's luck with money... yikes. Unfortunately not the first time encountering such nonsense in this country.
The City itself was nice and even quite modern, but touristy and having the usual polish problem of having an extremely reactionary population. I suppose if you want to visit anyway, there's a sizeable international student population due to the university and a bunch of Ukrainians who came in 2014 and 2022.
We had some refreshments in the form of ice cream and waffles (gofry), but dear God did they overdo the sweetness. An interesting observation is that on the old roads connecting cities there's a lot of roadside restaurants (mostly serving polish food) which can range from awful to actually excellent. There's a restaurant on the road from Radom to Lublin where I had the best Pierogi I ever ate a few days ago. On the other hand, the more European-standard multiple lane roads built in the last fifteen years or so mostly do away with these and instead have the usual gas station + American fast food (McDonald's, Burger King, KFC) combo.
Heading to the actual destination, so far east that the sign "Border Area" indicates the entrance to the county was much more relaxed because the "I was worried for 15 minutes before I actually thought about it" radio reports saying Wagner was massing on the polish border in Belarus was revealed to have come from Ukrainian Intelligence sources (phew), in addition to the regular untrustworthiness of local media. And besides, I'm simply very tired and just want to push on through to the end of the trip, even if there is a lot of military activity here. Many army trucks driving around, probably patrolling.
The part of the trip, gawking at urban decay and enduring the feud in my family is now over, giving place for the part where I endure pure ideology from my family and hope WW3 doesn't start, before I RETVRN to the place where fascism is only rising instead of hegemonic.
Interviewed for a job that pays pretty good but doesn't have health insurance, and I'd probably make too much for medicaid (which sucks, cause our medicaid is actually very good). How do I healthcare? Am I going back to ordering my own blood tests and buying grey market estrogen? Do I have to do markets? Never been in this position and I would rather this health insurance thing not be a dealbreaker if possible.
I dislike the new tendency of video games to provide the quicksave feature in an asynchronous manner - quicksaving while you continue to play without interruption. I always worry about if it was implemented correctly and what the fuck will happen if the game crashes right then.
This was prompted most recently by Baldur's Gate 3. Mind you, the game is otherwise excellent thus far (which isn't very far, just started)
There's a British dude with a couple kids who seems to be hosting a low budget children's show. I'm assuming he's a grandfather or whatever but getting to the crosswalk I'm next to he pressed the button with his elbow and told the kids with a John Oliver slurred R accent "that's how ya cross the street wit'out touching the button wit' your hand! It's wot we call a 'life hack', or 'elbow hack'. Shit was hilarious
Code repos should let you have a version with lots of lines so your boss thinks you worked hard, and a version with a bunch of incomprehensible one-liners so your coworkers are impressed.
so that Lapplaand War nazi-killing movie Sisu kind of sucks. it doesn't go overboard with the anti-soviet stuff from what i saw, except the exposition bit where they say "main guy killed 30000000 SOVIETS 🤣 XD"
but it's just pretty boring and stupid & trying to be inglorious bastards without a tenth of the style. extremely cute dog though
My friend isn't picking up weed for me today because her paycheck hasn't deposited and when i explicitly said Id front the money for us both she basically repeated that she's not going bc no money. dude what
I might have to miss Death Grips tonight because I got 3 hours of sleep b/c I'm so upset about my dumb love life and cannot take a fucking nap. I was looking forward to seeing DG's so much. How am I this upset abt someone I hooked up with twice I haven't felt worse in ages
pro gamer tip to pass any polygraph test: if your blood pressure is high, your heart rate will always be high regardless of whether you are telling the truth or lying
What does the three down-back arrows mean? It's not cool is it? I got an assortment of stickers for the ol hardhat and multiple trans flag three arrows ones were in there and I'm pretty sure that sucks right?
Became an oathbreaker Paladin within the first hour of Baldur's Gate 3 (I save scummed to undo it though). Kind of ridiculous. I'm a vengeance paladin, these people were going to kill my acquaintance, I tried to talk them out of it, and now I'm a bad guy for doing the only other thing??? Well I later learned the game operated on cartoon logic and you can just knock people out instead, but still!
I think the real problem with BG3 romance is that they couldn't write the flirting to be subtle at all because then Gamers wouldn't get it, so now all the characters take turns coming onto you comically strongly, and unless you are playing a bard it doesn't feel roleplaying appropriate to fuck all of them, but failing so badly at flirting doesn't seem like a thing some of the characters would do.
I may need to further refine the front page sorting/filtering options so that we can all dedicate a tab to new local comments by non-hexbear/lemmygrad users. Really help deliver the level of service a lib should expect
I'd give it a 7.5/10 or 8/10. I had fun. Here's my review with some slight spoilers.
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The Good
It's a completed game. It has a full story that you can easily follow along with. You even get a neat interactive encyclopedia that you can easily check with a button in cutscenes if you need some context. No outside media needed. FUCK YOU FF15!!! (Seriously, FF16 gets extra credit just for not dealing with all the bullshit that FF15 is.)
Clive is cool. I really liked him as a protagonist.
Boss fights and the S rank hunts are amazing and fun and make the combat shine.
Music is excellent and hype.
I loved the companions and all the side characters from the hideaway.
The Borderline
Combat is fun, but it is rather easy and lacking depth. Some of my favorite action combat games are Kingdom Hearts 2 Critical Mode (perfect game) and I really enjoyed FF7 remake's combat. FF16 isn't quite up to the level as those two, but it still is pretty fun.
The first three stances they give you are really good and I didn't feel compelled to try out the late game stances since the first three get the job done already. I'm sure there's a more optimal combo out there, but I didn't feel compelled to experiment since the game didn't give me a reason to switch it up.
Story drops off in last half and turns from a Game of Thrones medieval political intrigue into your standard JRPG attack and dethrone god story. It's still fine and all, but I liked the political build up of the prologue and first couple of chapters.
The Bad
Eikon battles overstay their welcome. Very cool visually, but I didn't like sitting through them for 10+ minutes doing QTE's.
Pacing is atrocious. Might be my fault since I did 100% of side quests, but you'd go from big main story line quest that is hype to easy mmo style fetch quests that stop the pacing to a grinding halt and can last hours between big battles.
Side quests are like FF14 fetch quests. They help with world building and lore and character development, but I don't know if the world is worth knowing.
Gear selection and RPG mechanics/decision making are absent. Just craft the best weapon and armor and move on. The accessory selection is pretty poor too and not interesting.
How are you all default sorting posts now that we've federated? I was leaving it on Hot but now I get a half dozen posts with any engagement and then multiple pages of posts with no upbears or any comments.
I'm so tempted to make jokes about being a Kremlin/"CCP" shill to people who know my political opinions but I'm pretty sure they'd believe me because they're that stupid and report me to the FBl
I feel like I have tiers of executive function, at the lowest it's impossible for me to move or eat, and at the highest I can go for a run and write a novel, and where I'm at on any given day is like a tide of two moons. I've stopped beating myself up over being low, but it sure is inconvenient sometimes.
I only really use my internal monologue to think about art, and the way its threads are downstream of the mental weather makes it almost useless. I'm either executing or I'm not. I can't think my way into greater faith in my work, I just have to wait for the right tide to come along to continue the experiments.
I have a question regarding this lemmy federation stuff. I'm seeing a lot of posts from other lemmys on my hexbear front page, does this mean some hexbear user crossposted this intentionally or am I aumtomatically seeing stuff from other lemmys due to federation?
I've been seeing a lot of spam today, I'm guessing that'll be more normal now with federation meaning we're pissing off more users. Does anyone know if it's more helpful to report them all or just report one example per user and let the mods find the rest of their posts?
Is there something between Rust Cohle (after he quits being a cop so no longer a bastard) and The Joker (2019) cuz I kinda feel like that might be my 5-year trajcectory if so....
The thousand lunches of 68040 — My favorite barbecue joint switched up its hours on me since my last visit and was closed today. Swung through Wing Stop today, which made me remember why I do not do that. Frying a dish towel would have made something more enjoyable.
In other news, there’s a Jollibee opening up surprisingly close to me. I didn’t know they had locations in the US, so that might be interesting down the line.
Jesus has returned. You really want him to be your friend because it costs too fucking much to go out and get drunk at bars anymore. How do you approach Josh to befriend him without weirding him out or making him think you're just using him for free sangria?
Fire and Rescue NSW started a program in 2017 called Plus Plan, which was meant to define the organisation's "identity" and help educate the community, Mr Fewtrell told the inquiry.
In the 2017-18 financial year, it spent more than $1.6 million on consultants, including Mr Stigter.
It also paid Brand Council more than $500,000 over two years to help with a rebrand, which included the addition of a plus sign between the F and R in the organisation's logo, F+RNSW.
The union said budget estimates documents show Mr Stigter was paid a total $707,395.36 between May 2017, and October 2021.
Mr Fewtrell said Mr Stigter provided everything he was asked for, but parts of the Plus Plan were not good value for money.
reminds me of the $4.3m Centrelink logo (millennium star? synergy star? some corporatese bullshit) from 2013, or the $10m Australian Made logo from 2020 that looked like a golden
That firefox app shortcut thing works for a short period, but if I leave the app-ified web page alone for too long, it turns black and I have to kill it and restart it. I assume the tab is getting shuffled out of ram or sth?
What is it with these Muslims and stuff being haram? Is that a reference to Harambe? Did they see that and think "this sucks, we're going to use this as a word to describe stuff that sucks" and eventually it got shortened to just haram? Is that how it happened?
Increased the dose of my painkillers lets hope thats enough to let me sleep tonight. Dont worry I didnt take to much.. I usually take less than the recommended dose but today im taking the recommended dose.
Work on data recovery via my partners laptop was prohibitively slow so decided to just get a new SSD. I can get a relatively cheap 2tb (120$ish USD) and my old one was ancient (250gb). Recovering stuff from the old drive should go smoother on my computer as well.
Only question at this point is what to do with the old drive.
Last guy to run against Feinstein was Kevin De Leon, a guy who gets screamed at to resign every day because he got caught on tape with LA city council members being like "lol Armenians and their big eyebrows amirite 😂 anyway lets gerrymander renters"
It's funny to imagine how he must feel seeing her get Weekend at Bernies'd every day
A friend of mine bought me Noita, super fun game. I'm not really into rougelike (except for the permadeath which I do like in games like Project Zomboid or modded STALKER) magic-fantasy stuff, but this one slaps. It's a huge game, super fun, it's excellent for those who don't mind getting their asses kicked by the AI while at the same time it rewards you as you explore and experiment with different builds and runs, wands, spells, perks and so on. Hella fun experience imo, there's a lot to do.
at what proportion of speaking to onesself in song is it advisable to seek psychiatric help? asking for a friend. ship has sailed on the regular soliloquy but the buck should probably stop before i become a villain in a disney musical
I'm trying to use thsi liveplasma website to find stuff that sounds like Siames but everything it's recommending is just breathy tired white boys breathing on the microphone and has none of the energy of Mr. Fear or The Wolf. I hate finding out that actually taht band you like is just really good at what they do and there really isn't anything else that sounds like them.
Mr Fear and The Wolf came out in 2016, which was the last time I was happy and believed I had a future.
My job started to flare up again with being stressful. I literally just want to do music and i should have been someone who could have done that but no fucking american shitheads defunded my schools and made my hometown and ecological and economic disaster zone so now i have to try and pick up the pieces while some bitch ass white kid can just coast through life not even realizing once how good they have it
I also heard about what happened in Braxton, Mississippi with the cops. I fucking hate this racist shithole country. I hate how stupid everyone is and how completely captured this place by the most terrible psychopaths.
Then to top it off some moron boomer on a motorcycle complete with a diet coke in the cup holder cuts me off to go fucking 20MPH in a 30MPM, fucking why please die horribly you fucking loser.
I probably sound like a huge dick, but seeing some of these instances in action (cough coughmemes@lemmy.ml) I think I've taken for granted how funny hexbear posters are. We have the best posters here folks o7
I remember lurking on a post on lemmy or something and someone we had "more personality than us" lmao
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