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Pat Flood (@rebarcock) passed away 9/21/25. Pat played a huge role in encouraging the devolopmemt of this site and donated the very first dollar to get it started. Check the thread at the top of the board for the obituary and please feel free to pay your respects there. I am going to get all the content from that thread over to his family so they can see how many people really cared for Pat outside of what they ever knew. Pat loved to tell stories and always wanted everyone else to tell stories. I think a great way we can honor Pat is to tell a story in his thread (also pinned at the top of the board).
Master Thread Dance Your Cares Away/Fraggle/Law Abiding Citizens
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Jacob?
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Ah, Thank you.
Np.. I had the same question.
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There was a period in American history where no kings made sense.. But Im pretty sure the British 'left' you.
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*was.
I geek out over the AC-130 gunship. If you also love it, you can shoot all the guns in several missions of Call of Duty. Its best on a 30” monitor and a gaming PC. Make sure you get the version with the AC-130. Or just play them all.
Watched Rogan pod with a couple of scientist who were saying global warming is a scam. They were talking about this. Dude said they blew it up so that someone couldn't run on reopening it. This is cult behavior. Burn the boats, there is no return type of mentality except on fake co2 nonsense.
SNAP is one of the more "means-tested" programs. So if you're on SNAP, as 43 million+ Americans are, you are almost certainly also on:-
Medicaid-
EITC- LIHEAP for utilities-
Some sort of ObamaPhone program
And highly likely to be on:-
WIC for young kids-
Section 8 for housing.- or some sort of rent control.-
SSI, supplemental security "insurance"- disability even though you're not really disabled-
TANF, "temporary" "assistance" for "needy" "families"- a myriad of state programs for the poor that are based on qualifying for Medicaid (80M+ people).
Awesome! And anyone on the above programs is almost certainly not a net payor of income taxes.
Furthermore—FURTHERMORE—since most of these programs are cliff-based (no subsidy at all after a certain income level, usually 100-200% the FPL), you are highly likely to be on these programs for the rest of your life. It's a trap. It's a trap for the recipients at the expense of the middle- and upper-middle-classers.
A comment on this that hits a key tone:....
"I’m old enough to remember when my government told me I was a nonessential human in 2020. So I couldn’t work, my business was forced to close. And I had to figure out how I was going to survive.
Eventually they allowed us nonessential humans to get unemployment, $ came months after I was put out of work. Bills didn’t get paid. Fuel didn’t go into the car. Food was ramen like college.And nobody gave a flying F about me, nonessential human.
So cry me a river about government employees not getting paid, or food stamp recipients not getting food stamps. Neither of those constituencies gave two F’s about me, my hardships, told me I was both nonessential and selfish to care about my trivial concerns. ‘Cause, there was a flu!! Ooooohh, so scary!!
F ’em. F ’em all. I had to figure it out. They get to try to do the same. They’re just being selfish and all. Those nonessential humans."
I’m so tired of hearing Our grandparents could buy a house on one salary, but now we can’t even afford rent on two!” Yeah, because Grandma wasn’t blowin’ half her paycheck on $12 iced coffee and avocado toast, that’s why!
Back then, if they wanted coffee, they made it at home. With grounds so strong it could remove rust. You didn’t drink it… you survived it.
And Grandma wasn’t out there “brunchin’.” You think she had time for brunch? No! She was at home, cooking something called whatever’s left in the house.
And don’t even bring up Uber Eats.
These people today are crying about money while living in a 4-bedroom house with two SUVs, six streaming services, and matching sleeve tattoos. You think Grandpa had a tattoo? Yeah it said “Korea, 1951.” And it came with nightmares, not realitic shading.
Oh, don’t even get me started on the kids. “We can’t make ends meet, but Brayden needs the new iPhone!” No, he doesn’t! You’re giving an $1100 phone to a kid who still eats glue and boogers. When we were kids, the family phone hung on the wall. It had a cord long enough to jump rope with, and if you wanted privacy, you had to go stand in the pantry. And somehow, we survived.
And the TV? There was one. One. It was in the living room, and Dad controlled it. If he wanted to watch bowling, guess what? You liked bowling.
Now every room’s got a 65-inch screen, the baby’s got an iPad, and you’re sitting there wondering why you can’t afford rent. Because you’re living like rappers, that’s why!
Grandpa wasn’t out here leasing Teslas and buying $12 smoothies called “Detox Sunrise.” He was driving a truck that sounded like thunder and smelled like oil and cigarettes.
They lived within their means. Whatever Grandpa’s paycheck bought, that’s what they had. They didn’t try to keep up with the Joneses. They were just trying to keep the fed and a roof over their heads.
So yeah, Grandpa could buy a house on one salary. But he also didn’t have 47 subscriptions and emotional-support crystals. He had one support system, Grandma, who told him to suck it up and mow the yard.
Now folks are broke, tired, and stressed… and it’s not because of inflation… it’s because y’all keep ordering tacos from DoorDash like you’re royalty.
This is it, friends. This is where I come from. These are the fires in which my disgust was forged.
The vacant stare. The Miss America smile. The trappings of middle-class conformist consumerism. The self-assured, momentary, "tell me I'm pretty" pose clashing with the lack of effort in self-presentation and the impatience of choosing an unflattering background. The smug, condescending delivery of the message: "I have done what you warned me not to do."
All of it completely irrelevant to the topic at hand, forced awkwardly in front of it. Obscuring it. Replacing it. Upstaging it, or so she hopes. Standing between you and what matters, she says only: "Look at me. Look at the difficulty I have caused for you. Witness the joy that I can only derive from being your problem."
This is not about politics. She doesn't understand them. She doesn't even think she knows better than you. She only knows that you can't tell her what to do.
She doesn't even think she has power. She only knows that you have even less, and this is where she places her heart.
When the bill for her foolishness comes due, oh, how her expression will change! No longer a bold and toothy smile! Now a pouting bottom lip! No longer a triumphant hand in presentation of her own radiance! Now a through-the-eyebrows scowl, arms folded! No longer an empowered, educated feminist! Now, a hapless princess in need! "A real man pays the bill without asking!"
She offers nothing. She demands everything. She will never be held accountable for the destructiveness of her choices. She will be celebrated then as she is now, not for her contributions, but because where she is celebrated is where she will choose to be.
She is the table.
And the table is set. And she has placed her order. And all that now remains is waiting to be served.
WADC!
Yet, the nimrods in Portland continue to vote people into power that do this to them.
Yeah, no it’s inflation. Every person has a vice, every person spends money on something they don’t need. Whether you’re poor or rich.
When the dollar today has the same purchasing power as a dime in 1912, there’s a problem, and it’s not lil Johnny having a tablet. (that’s a separate problem.)
