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Cake day: June 9th, 2023

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  • Not only is it terrible, it’s an actual threat to democracy.

    I don’t know how anyone is surprised though. When you use words like “Nazi” and “existential threat” and “threat to our democracy” it can’t be a shock when someone tries to become a historic hero for taking out the supposed next Hitler, and people who buy into that propaganda language are going to cheer them on and want more of it. They’re frothing at the mouth, imagining they’re on the right side of history.

    I get what the Dems are trying to do with pushing that language, but it really is playing with fire. It was a 50/50 chance that they could get him ineligible to run, alive or dead, and they’ve lost each bet.




  • When I was 6, I was in a boating accident.

    My family and I were waterskiing and camping off this little island on the lake. We did it all the time, since my uncle had a speedboat.

    My mom was about to take her turn, and I was sitting in the boat behind my uncles seat, facing the back to watch her ski. When my uncle tried to start the boat, it faltered. Made a rut-rut-rut noise but wouldn’t start. After try three or four, I smelled something awful, and pinched my nose. The last thing I remember is my mom asking me if I smelled something bad, and I nodded.

    The engine exploded into a ball of fire and engulfed me.

    The next thing I know, I’m under water and bobbing to the surface (wear your life-vests, kids). My mom is screaming and my cousin is swimming to me and drags me to shore. My uncle (just outside the blast radius) had reached into the fire to grab me and thrown me into the water.

    I was… calm. I felt nothing. We had to hail a passing boat to take us off the island to get to a hospital. I remember my mom asking me if I hurt, and shaking my head.

    If i looked at my arms and legs and saw what I looked like at that point, I can’t remember at all, but I was covered in third-degree burns. I was in the hospital for a while, and then was in a wheelchair for a bit while my legs were wrapped. I had to have water therapy for my burns. I do remember the oblong, black boils that developed over my burns in the months that followed. For a long period of time, I couldn’t be in the sun, and had to wear a bonnet when I went to school.

    My skin healed beautifully though. I’ve only got one long-lasting scar from it on my shoulder. The doctor said that my uncle throwing me into the cold lake water is what most-likely saved my skin from being permanently damaged. I’m sure being 6 years old helped immensely, too.








  • I got lost and almost stuck out on a hiking trail in the desert after dark. It was raining, I was soaked through, and so was my dog. It wasn’t supposed to rain, and I’d taken this hike before. Granted, never by myself, but still.

    Luckily I found my way back to the trail head just as it was getting pitch black, but I was seriously scared there for a bit. I kept apologizing to my dog for being so fucking stupid to go on a two hour hike in the late afternoon with no emergency gear and no “just in case” rain protection.

    …this happened 5 hour ago, btw, I can’t sleep, I think I’m still in shock a bit at how close I came to possibly dying. And for bringing my dog down with me.