Leftoids can’t describe in detail how they would feel if they hadn’t eaten breakfast this morning, much less make socialism sound agreeable to anyone outside their internet polycule.
>calls left wing people “leftoids”
>checks blog
>reblogs anti semitic “memes”
like clockwork.
boo-hoo, the neolib is mad I won’t let the Israeli government operate it’s apartheid state in peace
Libshits seething
Also even described, socialism sounds like shit
Hey look a leftist defending far-right nationalism and ethno states color me shocked
Saying that someone’s shitty behavior is because they are Jewish is antisemitism. Saying that someone shouldn’t get a free pass for shitty behavior just because they’re Jewish is not.
Socialism sounds good in theory, you have a safety net that helps make ends meet for those who can’t completely provide for themselves AND if you should meet some unforseen tragedy the safety net will help you get back on your feet. The problem is that the system is only as good as the people who manage it and there is a long history of other countries mismanaging the shit out of the system so that the masses are oppressed while their needs are neglected. Considering how blatantly obvious the ruling class of this country don’t give a shit about you and aren’t going to give up their power that easily it’s not a bright idea to give them MORE power.
Batman/Bruce Wayne does not “go around beating up poor people”. He donates enormous amounts of money to try and help people get off the streets. On more than one occasion, he has desperately tried to reason with the fucking JOKER. He knows that a vast majority of his rouges gallery are people who were delt a raw deal by someone, or that society has failed them on a fundamental level that left them broken and angry. And he wants to help them. He offers jobs to goons who want an out, helps fund rehabilitation centers, soup kitchens. Even out of the cape, Bruce Wayne never stops being a hero to the people of Gotham. I’m sick of this new era of “actual batman is a CRAZY BILLIONAIR WHO HATES THE MENTALLY ILL”
Fuck you. Go watch the Batman cartoon. Watch him hold a little girl’s hand so she doesn’t have to die alone.
“Hurr rich man bad” is such a dumb take. I get that the “invincibility” cheat where he can outsmart ANYONE with enough planning can be tiresome for some people, but the rich boy gives his all for his community.
That episode where he held a little girl’s hand while she died was from an episode of Batman Beyond that tied in with Justice League. Ace from the Royal Flush gang had some kind of brain tumor or some shit that gave her the ability to read minds and put images into them. As time progressed her condition worsened and her powers became too much for her to control. Her mind was bending the very fabric of reality. It was decided she was too dangerous to be left alive. SOMEONE had to go in and kill a child to save Gotham. Batman volunteered with no intention of killing her. Ace was a villain, she has tried to kill him and the rest of the Justice League before when Joker was manipulating her. She’s still just a kid. She’s dying, she’s alone, and she’s afraid. What she needed more than anything in the world was a friend so he went in to be with her and comfort her in her final moments before her condition killed her.
There was also an episode of the animated series where Harley Quinn got released from Arkham. To reward herself for her hard work she bought a dress. Due to a misunderstanding she accidentally set off a shoplifting alarm and not wanting to get arrested she ran. Bruce just happened to be out shopping and saw the whole thing so he suited up and chased her around Gotham trying to talk her down before someone got hurt. When he finally caught her she had to go back to the loony bin for a little bit, but as a reminder of all the progress she made Batman made sure she got her dress.
There’s also a villain who is also a victim. There’s this vintriloquist with a double personality. He thinks his dummy is a real mobster and he is forced to serve him. After he got out of Arkham Bruce got him a job at Wayne Enterprises working in the mail room. Ex-cons have a hard time finding a job after they get released, but Bruce wanted to take a chance on him because giving him a leg up to rebuild his life will help prevent a relapse.
I never really read the comics but the cartoons are full of this kind of stuff.
The Prep Time meme is a meme, not reality.
Though the occasional comics writer seems to have bought into it.
To be fair capeshit in general is not reality. The whole point here is that Batman isn’t defined by his wealth.
This is “give me a gun, a grenade and a bottle of whiskey” erasure.
I mean at this point you’d have shot the gun dry, thrown the grenade, and drank the whiskey.
Mortally wounded and clutching the detonator for the claymores, you shake hands with your buddy who’s about to exfil and say:
“yee haw mother fu-” impossibly loud detonation
“At this point Sgt. Baker refused to be moved any further stating that he preferred to be left to die rather than risk the lives of any more of his friends. A short time later, at his request, he was placed in a sitting position against a small tree. Another comrade, withdrawing, offered assistance. Sgt. Baker refused, insisting that he be left alone and be given a soldier’s pistol with its remaining eight rounds of ammunition. When last seen alive, Sgt. Baker was propped against a tree, pistol in hand, calmly facing the foe. Later Sgt. Baker’s body was found in the same position, gun empty, with 8 Japanese lying dead before him. His deeds were in keeping with the highest traditions of the U.S. Army.”
-Medal of Honor citation for Sgt. Thomas A. Baker, KIA on Saipan.
Never forget: Moose are legit Ice Age megafauna that never died out.
He just….just….pet the wild moose…the bravery, the hutzpah
The forbidden snoot!
If I could pet a moose
I would be very happy
Normally I would say you shouldn’t pet a wild animal, but the moose is already right there. If you’re that close to a moose’s snout you might as well pet it. If the moose wants to kill you, you’re going to die, so you might as well.
This reninds me of a guy I used to know. He wanted to be an artist. More specifically he wanted to do traditional hand drawn animation.
So he went to college for hand drawn animation around 2012. The industry was almost entirely digital by this point but he didn’t care. Hand drawn was “who he is” and he took on nearly $100k in debt to get this degree.
After he graduated he was shocked to discover that there wasn’t much demand for traditional animator anymore. It’s all digital and he wasn’t trained in digital. I’d like to add that even if he COULD do digital the actual quality of his art was way below industry standards anyway. He really sucked at it.
Anyway he blamed his joblessness on the industry changing rather than his inability to see it coming and adapt. He had a gig cleaning his church for a couple hours a week and occasionally got some art commissions from his friends for a little pocket money but he refused to get a job because anything other than art wasn’t his dream. Both of his parents had to delay their retirement for the better part of a decade to pay off his student loans. Meanwhile his girlfriend was working full time to support them both while he spent all day drawing and watching cartoons. Funny enough this jackass was a hardline Republican.
Anyway the point here is that you should do something you’re passionate about but push come to shove you have to put on your big boy pants and contribute your fair share. Whether it’s capitalism, socialism, communism, whatever, the system doesn’t work if the people who are capable of working refuse to. Ditches need digging. Sewage lines need to be built and maintained. Raw materials for everyday items need to be logged, mined, and pumped out of the ground. Garbage needs to be collected and disposed of. If you can’t find someone who enjoys doing that stuff those jobs still need to be filled whether it pays an enticing price or they put a gun to your head.
They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot & then once a day it was taken & sold to the tannery. If you had to do this to survive you were “piss poor.”
But worse than that were the really poor folk who couldn’t even afford to buy a pot; they “didn’t have a pot to piss in” & were the lowest of the low.
The next time you are washing your hands & complain because the water temperature isn’t just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the 1500s.
Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and they still smelled pretty good by June. Since they were starting to smell, however, brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.
Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women, and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it … hence the saying, “Don’t throw the baby out with the Bath water!”
Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof, resulting in the idiom, “It’s raining cats and dogs.”
There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed, therefore, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That’s how canopy beds came into existence.
The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt, leading folks to coin the phrase “dirt poor.”
The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance-way, subsequently creating a “thresh hold.”
In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire.. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while, and thus the rhyme, “Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old.”
Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, “bring home the bacon.” They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and “chew the fat.”
Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.
Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the “upper crust.”
Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial.. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up, creating the custom of holding a wake.
England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive, so they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a dead ringer.
And that’s the truth. Now, whoever said History was boring?
“He has to fund the Justice League. They often have a space program.”
“But couldn’t he do more good if he just invested-”
“The Earth is routinely invaded by aliens, gods, and the forces of an extraterrestrial god of tyranny.”
He has, like, three charitable organizations he funds, named after his father, his mother, and Alfred.
Between both Bruce and Batman’s contributions, Gotham should be a better city than it is, and the only reason it isn’t is DC Editorial Mandate that basically says Gotham has to get worse and worse and worse or there’s no Batman stories they can tell (and, obviously, they have no other characters besides Batman).
There’s a reason Batman thinks the city is literally cursed.
I want to see Bruce Wayne go off
“Oh, oh, just charity my way out of dealing with the Penguin, a living, breathing 19th century Marxist’s cartoon of the bourgeoisie? Just fund anti-Clayface measures? Crack down on corporations who put out shapeshifting cosmetics? What socio-economic pressures turn botonists into actual fucking dryads?! What inspires anti-animal terrorism? THAT’S NOT EVEN A REAL KIND OF ECO-FASCISM!”
For the record, Gotham is canonically curse, because it sits on some sort of evil swamp. I think.
There are like, half a dozen curses. The Lazarus Pits are leaching into the water, Slaughter Swamp is an unconnected body of water a few miles outside of the city that also ressurects people (see Solomon Grundy), the Bat-demon Barbatos and his followers (the Court of Owls) have been fucking up the city psychically and financially, the malevolent influence of the warlock Doctor Gotham’s tomb in the center of the city, the madness hypersigil of Amadeus Arkham (in Arkham Asylum: A Serious House on Serious Earth), there were several outposts of subterraneans and aliens beneath the city during the Silver Age, constant chemical warfare that makes it the equivalent of a WWI trench managed by MK-ULTRA, it’s in New Jersey, and I think God just hates it
tired: Batman could do more good by running charities than by fighting criminals
wired: Batman could save literally every other city on the planet simultaneously with the amount of effort and resources he’s pumped into Gotham, which is a lost cause, but this is his city damnit.
Inspired: Batman’s diligence is containing the menace that is Gotham’s madness from escaping too far from city limits.
For all his billions, for all his activity, for all his efforts, Gotham is a bonfire fed by the madness of mortal people, cultivated by dark powers and just existing there makes living souls like kindling for it. And left to its own devices,it’d become a breeding ground for supernatural unrest that no mere social service system or social awareness of activist campaign, no government program, no actions of a singular vigilante, could ever hope to undo.
Batman is single handedly if need be but fortunately not alone so often, holding back the noxious psychic influences of warp and wyrd entities and what they do to the very environment and landscape through the power of sheer, unbridled humanity.
Ascended: Gotham is containing Batman, because the forces of evil, consciously or not, have figured out that if let loose, this motherfucker and his sprawling adoptive family would’ve solved every crime in the world ever, so they throw literally everything they have at his home town in hopes that he stays there.
Because they were foolish and let Alan Scott escape. They aren’t making that mistake again.
What if Gotham is the pump?
Like. What if, because Gotham is such a shitshow, anyone looking to improve their lives has their eye on being able to move out of Gotham, so whenever Bruce Wayne’s charitable endeavors come somebody’s way, they take it, pack their bags, and move the fuck away, and take that money with them.
Meanwhile there’s an ongoing influx of people to Gotham primarily because they’re flat broke and real estate in Gotham is dirt fucking cheap because it’s a shitshow, and there’s always places hiring because 1) they’ve got Bruce Wayne money to try to make a difference, 2) there’s no shortage of places that need to be fixed up a little, and 3) villains are always in the market for new henchpeople.
So you’re a broke millennial from any other town in the country, and you have student loans, a job that hasn’t kept up with inflation, and your landlord has raised the rent three times this year so far and it’s eating up two-thirds of your paycheck. You look for housing on the internet and discover that one-third of your paycheck will get you the mortgage for an actual house in Gotham, a house you own and will never have to deal with your scummy rentjacking landlord again. And Wayne Industries is hiring, and so are sixteen different disaster remediation places, and six staffing services with a sort of weird vibe to them but they offer benefits, since when do temp agencies do benefits, and sure the crime rate is high but the rest of the world’s heading in that direction anyway, especially if you’re homeless, which you’re gonna be in like four months if that jackass your landlord raises the rent one more time, so get in losers, we’re going to Gotham!
And you settle into your bigger-than-expected apartment and get a job that brings you a comfortable paycheck and you learn to live with the terrorist attacks and the explosions and the gunfire and the neighbors and the drunken billionaire swimming in the restaurant fountain, and you pay off your student loans, buy a car, suffer a few months’ unemployment when your boss goes to jail for trying to assassinate the mayor and then your partner loses their job for a few months when the office gets smothered in a jungle’s worth of climbing plants and you develop hospital bills when you both get caught in a hallucinogenic terror gas eruption at the mall, but hey, you’d be homeless by now in any other city, so you live with it.
And then it’s a few years later and you’re wanting to start a family, but the neighbor three doors down owns pet hyenas and the park was firebombed last week and someone froze all the water pipes and you crashed your car into one of the impromptu ice sculptures and you’d really like your kids to grow up in a normal city where they don’t have to receive advice like “don’t talk to strange plants.”
So you visit one of the social work offices and get yourself a bit of assistance, save up your money, sell your house for the price of a down payment to the sort of incoming fool you were six years ago, and use your polished resume to get yourself a job someplace that doesn’t have What To Do If Clown Attack on their safety training syllabus.
You came, you left, and Gotham remains. A shithole.
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