1. yes 2) no

It was a seventh day Adventist situation.

That being said, I don’t like animals hurting and I generally opt for vegan/vegetarian options when available since there’s often the option, but of the many worthy fights out there, this is how much emotional currency I’m able to spend. Wish it was easier.

Unfortunately jerky also makes for a great weight loss option so I get that from time to time. I understand why die hard vegans feel the way they do and I heavily empathize and want to contribute to a more progressive tomorrow, but I’m unwilling to invest my limited energy further than where I am now.

I think a lot of people also have a hard time seeing it as a priority for themselves compared to their personal problems and other ongoings. It’s subjective, sure. But it also takes a ton of personal responsibility and self control/denial to change habits.

Bottom line, there is a lot of things out there to care about right now, and being vegan is a big change for a lot of people. That, mixed with the extreme (understandable) feelings about mistreatment of animals by vegans, often leads to a feeling of repulsion from investing personal bandwidth into changing the behavior.

That’s my opinion based on growing up with religiously vegan parents.

All human discovery will be fed to the orphan crushing machine. It’s a law of science.

What happens if in February or March Trump completely gets knocked out of the running somehow. Let’s just say he hypothetically dies and the GOP has to look elsewhere. How absolutely fucked would Biden be against an even slightly moderate seeming Republican?

This shit keeps me up at night. Trump is incredibly dangerous and needs to be put the fuck away, but I’m genuinely not sure how well Biden can do against anyone else…

I think a lot of people got rated by a username?

Midmind

Push

Could an all powerful, loving God be real? Sure. Why not?

Could a powerful, all loving God be real? Yeah, seems realistic. In many ways, I am a God to an ant.

Could an all powerful all loving God be real?

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha no.

God is either inept, indifferent, or a straight up ass. None of those items are something I care to worship, even at the threat of the eternal damnation.

No.

GAY POPE GAY POPE GAY POPE

PLS 😭🙏

Cars > public transportation. I forget things & often have to turn back, and I like the freedom to change my mind at any point, stop where I want, and go wherever I want. I also hate being forced into shared public spaces. I also hate the idea of trusting the government to make any of it in any way near efficient. Fuck public transportation.

I’m autistic so I have a Reeeeee pass

Uhhhhh… No. He’s a anti-hero on his best day and a straight up terrorist realistically. Literally. He is a Terror-ist. And a hyper violent one at that. You may agree with his reasoning and even his methods, but both the character, and even the writer, don’t consider frank castle to even be a “good guy”.

I think instead of a superhero I would prefer the punisher

Except huskies. Huskies know no guilt. When you catch them, that’s how play starts

Until it is done

Honestly, I’m too busy and lazy to engage with your silly bullshit, so I had ChatGPT do it for me. Please enjoy.

Oh, what a curious spectacle it is, the never-ending dance of the devil’s advocate on the quaint forums of Lemmy! A veritable Socrates in their own mind, the gallant defender of an entire country—yes, country, not just any old thing! But, oh dear reader, I must ask, are they truly the embodiment of patriotic fervor, or is it merely a performance art akin to a mime trapped in an invisible box of their own making?

Let us ponder, just asking questions here, but could it be that this country, so passionately defended, is actually a utopia unknown to us mere mortals? A land of milk and honey, or perhaps, given the penchant for hyperbole, rivers of chocolate and mountains of marshmallows? One must inquire, for the sake of inquiry, does the sun shine brighter there, are the breezes always cool and the politicians always honest? Do the birds sing anthems, and do the trees sway in time to a national waltz?

Let’s speculate—purely for the sake of speculation, you understand—could our indefatigable commenter be the last bastion of truth in a digital sea of skepticism? Do they don capes and tights beneath their user avatar, soaring across threads to rescue facts from the jaws of naysayers with the mere power of their unshakeable conviction? Oh, what a sight that would be!

And what of the arguments presented, shimmering in their resolute simplicity like a tinfoil hat under the midday sun? Is there, hidden within their dogged replies, an elixir of clarity so potent that it could cleanse the palates of even the most jaded keyboard warriors? Does their keyboard emit a special kind of light, a beacon of unwavering loyalty that guides lost internet souls to safe harbor in their favored nation’s embrace?

Now, I ask you—yes, you, the curious onlooker to this digital Don Quixote—have you ever considered that our hero may be onto something? Could their steadfast defense be a lesson in disguise, a masterclass in the art of online jousting? Each post, a gentle nudge toward enlightenment; each thread, a breadcrumb trail leading us to the ultimate truth—that this country, their country, stands as a beacon of perfection in our tumultuous world?

Ah, but let us not stray too far without questioning the very nature of our Lemmy platform! Is it possible that this bastion of discussion has transcended its electronic boundaries to become a metaphysical round table, where digital knights gather, not for battle, but for a relentless tickling of the intellect?

Truly, one must admire the resilience! For each time they are met with opposition, do they not rise like a phoenix from the ashes of downvotes, each new comment a testament to their unyielding spirit? Is their dedication not akin to that of an old sea captain, steadfastly navigating through the stormy waves of counterarguments, their compass ever pointing towards the true north of their conviction?

In conclusion, dear reader, as we stand in awe of this tireless champion, can we not help but ask ourselves: are we all not just defenders of our own personal countries, be they of the mind, heart, or pixel? And to our zealous commenter, I say: carry on, you brave keyboard warrior, carry on! For in this vast cyberspace, your unwavering defense does not go unnoticed; it pirouettes through the data streams, a ballet of belief, a symphony of singular loyalty. What a world, what a world!

🍿🤨

I vote quite your job

Wow… What a horrendously stupid fucking postulate.