Ethan Nawlins

@pinepotpourri
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You're either welcome to my profile, or you shouldn't be on Mastodon.

Epicurean, Engaged, and Gay

Pro-PrivacyAnti-Big-Tech
Pro gayNovice human

read this somewhere:

"the money spent going to war for oil could have been spent eliminating the need for oil."

It's ok to not feel ok.
It's ok if your antlers haven't grown in yet.
It's ok if you can't shape-shift into a raven.
It's ok if you haven't haunted the night for a while.
I know you're doing your best, and that's all any of us can do right now.
So if you're using Proton thinking it's "privacy-focused", it turns out they're giving data to the Feebs now. https://www.404media.co/proton-mail-helped-fbi-unmask-anonymous-stop-cop-city-protestor/
Proton Mail Helped FBI Unmask Anonymous ‘Stop Cop City’ Protester

A court record reviewed by 404 Media shows privacy-focused email provider Proton Mail handed over payment data related to a Stop Cop City email account to the Swiss government, which handed it to the FBI.

404 Media

How the BBC chose to report on the US and Israeli attack on the Shajareh Tayyebeh school in Minab, Iran:

1. It used “dead” instead of “killed,” softening the violence and removing agency.
2. It relied on passive construction, carefully avoiding naming the perpetrators — the United States and Israel.
3. It added “Iran says,” subtly framing the massacre itself as an allegation rather than an established event.

#iran #israel #bbc #news #journalism #Mediawatch #us #trump #genocide #islam

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Before 1993, women weren’t allowed to wear pants on the Senate floor. That changed when Sen. Moseley Braun (D-IL), & Sen. Barbara Mikulski (D-MD) wore trousers - shocking the male-dominated Senate. This eventually led to the dress code being clarified to allow women to wear pants. Credit: Liberal Jane Illustration https://www.liberaljane.com #history #uspol

I entered into the AI's database for a final time;

Little did I know, the man had taken 13 years of time, most of my time.

Time, so precious and fickle, commodified and sold, we have the most when we can't use it, and the littlest when we finally move to open that door;

Finality, to know you are the door, but still stuck to the chair, a chair devised of glass cables and telemetry lines straight from your noggin, encircling you, embracing you in sickly safety and observation.