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I'm still here. Still reading. Still watching the madness, here, on Slashdot, and in the world. It's exhausting. Slashdot is filled with ASCII swastikas and this place is full of 'teh jewz' bullshit.

I'm currently stoned, so rather than a nice depressing diatribe, I'll just paste the lyrics to "Mgła - Exercises in Futility 1" here and let it say everything I want to say.

The great truth is there isn't one
And it only gets worse since that conclusion
The irony of being an extension to nothing
And the force of inertia is now a vital factor

And there is despair underneath each and every action
Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness
Burning bridges becomes a habit to support
And the front line expands like there's no tomorrow

I envy the maggots
Their stuff at least sticks together
Better than laudations of misinformed seers
And those are lengthy annals of shame that we work with
It's like dumping dead meat at the brink of Styx
With a barge that we made of what was left of Yggdrasil
After veterans of spiritual revolts were done with their armchairs
And I don't even remember which brink is which

The odour of sanctity is just refined stench of existence
Shining pearl of Augeas' crown pales in comparison

And there is despair underneath each and every action
Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness
Burning bridges becomes a habit to support
And the front line expands like there's no tomorrow

The grotesque eagles of misfortune, well fed on thanatos, sit still
It's the dignity of scavengers at the ever growing garbage dump of life

There is something about the rigid posture of a proper, authentic blind
As if extended arms reached to pass his blindness onto others

It seems trendy to post your own short stories on SN journals around now.

I've had a stupid dream for a long time, a dream of writing the most disturbing, nauseating, and (to me at least) hilarious short stories to ever curse this wretched Earth.

I have the artistic talent of a microwaved gerbil, and I bet that extends to the writing as well. So, however awful my authoring and editing skills are, I hope that just adds to the putrid flavor of this series of short stories. I'm making these up as I go along.

Before we begin, a disclaimer, though probably not necessary. These stories are intended to be comedic only, and I do not in any way endorse or condone these actions. I have an infamously abhorrent sense of humor, and this is a manifestation of that.

I hope you all hate it so good. Let me know if you want more.

(Do not) enjoy!

Resplendent Depravity -- Intro
The year is 2087. Meet George Heemeyer. Bastard son of the infamous Marvin Heemeyer (creator of the Killdozer) and a morbidly obese Hepatitis-riddled hooker who liked to hang out around the local Motel 6, George had issues from the start. When he was 2 years old, he microwaved his heavily shat diaper in the church break room, causing the pastor himself to vomit upon his entering the room to get one of those tiny water bottles from the fridge.

When he was 7, he was sent to a psychologist after repeatedly trying to convince the family dog to mount him.

He was unanimously hated in the many schools he was transferred to during his childhood, and accusations of sexual harrassment, perversion, and scatological mayhem followed him wherever he went.

When he was 19, he finally couldn't get away with it any further however, when he was caught jacking off his next door neighbor's horse with a bowling pin stuffed in his anus. He was convicted of beastiality and sentenced to 15 years in prison. A heavy sentence, to be sure, but unfortunately for him, he had a long record of deviancy, and not one person had anything pleasant to say about him during trial.

After serving his sentence, George was homeless for many years. Nobody wanted to hire a man who not only had such a record, but harassed and annoyed virtually everyone he came into contact with. He once appeared at a job interview wearing dress pants with the crotch and rear crudely cut out and no underwear.

Eventually though, he ran into the autistic owner of a local bowling alley who found his antics absolutely hilarious, Bruce Goddard. Goddard employed him in various functions in the bowling alley, occasionally having to pull him aside to chastise him for grabbing a customers' genitals, but luckily nobody ever pressed charges, mostly thanks to Bruce literally bribing these poor souls into not calling the cops.

A few years later, Bruce passed away, and to George's bewilderment and joy, Bruce left the bowling alley to George.

George had no idea that Bruce thought so highly of him. I mean sure, they had engaged in fecaphiliac gay sex a few times, but it was always assumed to be a working relationship with a bit of casual friendship sex tossed in.

Today, George is old. He's 92 years old, and he's saved up 24 years of profits from his bowling alley, and now he's going to finally retire. He sold his bowling alley for a cool $1.2 million, and bought a RV. Today is the first day of his journey around the North American continent. He may be very old, but George has a disturbing amount of vigor left in his wart and herpes scarred penis, and the whole country will soon find out just how much vigor he truly has.

Join George as he fulfills his lifelong dream of sticking his unique personality in the world's face and making them smell it.

Fin

So the new Firefox hit Fedora repos today. I don't get what people are pissed about, I think it looks rather nice.
I was told they'd remove the "density" option to set the button sizes. That was a lie. I was told it would be buggy. That was a lie.

Now, I'm open to valid criticism of Firefox. For one, I don't like what they did to extensions. But this Firefox? It's fine. There's nothing wrong with it so far.
Did it really need a UI refresh? Obviously not.
Did it ruin Firefox in the process? Absolutely not.

It's fine. Please, next time you tell me to be outraged, be right.

So per the conversation I'm having with the Rust guys, from what I can make out, it seems they want to use always-on strict aliasing to prevent you from ever creating multiple &mut references from a raw pointer. That's not something I'd likely even do deliberately, but what disturbs me here is that they object to this at all. -fno-strict-aliasing has been around forever! Hell, MSVC doesn't even do strict aliasing at all!

They want to talk about safety and lack of undefined behavior, while forcing this option to always be enabled directly causes a whole new class of UB to be possible.

I'm angry. If I had money, I'd donate it to the gccrs guys, provided they can promise not to do the same draconian shit.

I see a lot of the Rust devs trying to control the code their users can and cannot write, and I personally find that extremely offensive, and I'm not easily offended. It seems this is another control-motivated decision.

I don't know. Am I the asshole? Am I the unreasonable one here? Sometimes I can't tell. But I really don't think I am.

EDIT: What can you do to help? I'll tell you. Rust is a fairly good language in the hands of shitty people, so, use Rust, but:

• Use nonstandard styles with #![allow(nonstandard_styles)], for everything

• Contribute to and/or donate to alternative Rust compilers like gccrs

• Use weird and unstable options.

• Put export RUSTC_BOOTSTRAP=1 in your .bashrc etc. to use unstable features on stable Rust.

• Wrestle control of Rust out of their hands.

There's few places left on the internet that meet both of these criteria: A. No censorship except in case of legitimate legal issues B. A community of mostly decent, respectable individuals. For example, places like Imgur and Hacker News have B, but not A. Places like 4chan have A, but not B. What makes SN great is there are people here I actually like, and who don't sicken me like on 4chan, yet I can still troll the living shit out of you guys and totally get away with it. Like so:

*SPOILER* (click to show) *SPOILER* (click to hide)

Thankfully Uzzard hasn't fixed the bug that lets me embed images yet.

I think I'm going to try something different from my usual posts, and ask a personal question to each of you.

Soylentils, if you had to pick one sentence, one phrase, one quote, to put all of your heart and soul into, what would it be? What single sentence best represents who you really are as a person, deep inside? It can be a quote from you or someone else, a song lyric, or anything else, as long as it's one single sentence.

Let's hear it.

You have probably heard a lot about the Capitol riot, the impeachment, and other such stuff concerning Trump in recent days.
But a much more Earth-shattering story of national relevance has gone unnoticed.
I'm talking, of course, about how Trump has a bangin' pair of secret tiddies.
This shitpost brought to you by Bad Dragon dildos, Vagisil, and the letter Q.

Surprise, goatse motherfuckers! Where is your god now?

Thanks to uzzard for the idea.
Why?

Oh boy, I love these flamey journal entries. They attract so much name calling and bickering, it's fun to throw the raw hamburger into the piranha tank and watch them fight for it. So here we go. /s

Those who have been here for a while, or just read anything I've ever wrote ever, will know I'm a pretty giant misanthrope. I have a genuine and abiding hatred for my own species, because my most cynical fears and worries concerning humans are routinely proven to be prophetic. With all my bile, all my cynicism and pessimism, I still manage to get surprised and newly disgusted from time to time.

The Republicans of old are all dead and rotting. That's a fact. Trump fucked them all to death. But that's a problem. I could respect the old Republicans. I even respected Bush. But these spineless coprophagic maggots in the Senate are something else.
They are so worried for their own lives, for their own futures, they are risking the welfare of the entire country.

Years ago, they condemned Trump and correctly predicted his depravity. Once he was elected, however, they all fell silent and meekly gathered in line to fellate his nacho highness. The modern radicalized Republican platform is built on the most twisted and insane pile of lies I have seen in my lifetime, so many are demonstrably false, but of course the sheeple just keep flying their confederate and nazi flags and cumming inside their sisters, never fact-checking the outright spam being spoonfed to them.

Here's another concern for you, though I don't think it will happen in this decade.

You saw how Republican spines turned to jelly and their souls were collectively devoured by Trump, leaving behind deceitful husks of what once were men.

You all realize that while right now, they are by far the lesser of two evils, the same could happen to Democrats next. Some radical loudmouth Communist shows up and fucks the country good and proper. Maybe even actually is competent and baseline intelligent enough to pull off his coup attempt, unlike Trumpy Wumpy.

You know it can happen. I've seen such cow-eyed stupidity from members of the left lately as well, I know they are just ripe for the pickin'.

I'll leave you all with this helpful graphic, in case you need reminding.