What exactly is happening when it’s downloading that stuff?

I haven’t really thought about it.

You know, maybe I should start taking vitamins. I might have some memory or energy.

I hate to say it bud, but just like everything else he has ever done, it will be swept under the rug. People will stop worrying about it. He’ll pardon anyone involved if it ever even comes close to coming out.

All this bullshit about, “he said he’d release the Epstein files!!”

That isn’t what I remember.

What I remember is them asking about declassifying this and that, “yes, yeah, absolutely”. When asked about the Epstein files, “yes. Well, maybe not so much that one. I don’t want innocent people caught up in that.”

I’m paraphrasing and doing my best to quote, but every article I read fails to mention that. I can’t even find it when I search for it.

It was clear from before the election that he would keep those covered up.

When he said that, people cared for about ten seconds. When he sent his people to overthrow the government, his base cared for about 10 seconds and then blamed “ainteefuh”.

When he pardoned all of those “ainteefuh”, no one batted an eye. Even people who looked me in the eyes and swore that it mattered. “He’s gonna do it on a case by case basis.” They said. “He won’t just pardon them all, it would send a terrible message.”

One week later, “Well, they were political prisoners. It wasn’t as bad as the news made it look.”

FUCK Donald Trump. He can do anything he wants to do. The rest of us need to just bend over. That is reality now.

I’m sorry.

We’ll see how it goes in 2028. I ain’t got high hopes. I wish I could have high hopes. Reality has shown me that my high hopes are silly.

Sorry to be all doom and gloom. You can tell me all day that the sky is neon pink, but I can see with my own eyes that it’s still blue.

I don’t know what happened to me yesterday. I usually have 2 eggs, a piece of sausage (maybe an extra half a piece depending on how the kids eat), and two pieces of toast. I can go without food the rest of the day on this.

Here lately I’ve cut that down to one egg so I can have dinner with the kids.

Yesterday I was still hungry so I made a grilled cheese sandwich. Then another. Then another. Then one more.

Didn’t even eat this morning.

I’m also underweight a bit.

I guess my body had had enough of too much of not enough.

He’s only recently started spending his money. He’ll be 70 in a couple months.

He spends it on vacations for his grandkids mostly.

Owned 7 gas stations.

I know a millionaire who lived in a single wide trailer with two bedrooms for most of his life. Finally built a nice brick house in his 60s.

What is this from? Lol

I really am haha.

I’m glad I’m not in the public spilling my guts to strangers anymore. That is until the kids grow up or the wife gets sick of me and leaves me.

I’m sick of me.

Yesterday I got a sewing needle out and lost it, spent two hours panicking and looking for it. Found it where I looked 10 times.

I’m so exhausted.

Called him by his first name while thanking him too.

Oh yeah I play everything. I was a kid with severe adhd, got kicked out of band rather than taught.

I mean, not the end of the world. Some girls liked my music and I was stuck in home economics where Sarah and Sue sat on either side of me and fondled me. God their names sound made up and typical. Looking back, what I was making was so cheesy, I don’t understand how anyone liked it.

As a 13 year old boy, I went from hell to heaven when I got kicked out of band.

I wasn’t heartbroken about it then haha. Sarah broke my heart when an older friend took me to see her and I ended up waiting around at the park while they hung out in a car without me. I probably dodged a bullet, but I cried myself to sleep that night.

I see her around town from time to time. I don’t think she even knows that she broke my heart. :p Doesn’t even have a clue. She thought I was as wild as she was. I guess that’s why it pays to be yourself. Tell that to a teenager though.

Man, the cameras and the constantly being connected to everyone has flipped the world upside down.

I get it. I just put cameras up because a neighbor came over to tell me that some man was peaking into my 16 year old daughter’s window.

I just wish we had done all of this differently.

I don’t know. Just getting old I guess. It’s hard to see this as better.

I’ve always thought about this comment that Kurt Cobain made, he was talking about going into thrift stores and finding little treasures, and after he became wealthy that was over for him. He was bored with getting whatever he wanted.

We now live in a time where even the rarest shit is just a click away. Nothing about the world seems special anymore.

I don’t know. I remember my grandparents talking about this kind of thing. Maybe I’m just getting old. I just wish my kids could have the freedom that I had, completely and totally.

My god. As a musician who really wishes someone had been interested enough in my talent as a kid to try to teach me how to actually do it, I envy those people so much.

I had people like Paul McCartney reassuring me, he and other musicians who couldn’t read music.

Now that I’m older, though, I really wish that I could just tune into it all. I’ve tried, but I just don’t fucking know where to start.

I come from a family full of musicians. My grandfather had one grandchild out of 17 grandkids who wasn’t a musician. He never played, but he was always singing and whistling.

None of us read music.

Ok, alright. This is one of the most interesting things I’ve ever read in my life.

I don’t know that I agree with you 100%, and even though some of what you said gave me pause, A lot of what you said made me think.

I mean, kids are easily manipulated. The wrong kind of people could take advantage of things, and even if you think you have all of your bases covered, people will surprise you.

I mean, this is definitely worth thinking about. I knew abused kids when I was growing up that had no power. The friend that I mentioned in one of the comments above, he lived In constant hell, had no one seriously advocating for him, and would have been trapped in that situation if his parents hadn’t been put in prison.

I don’t know that I agree that children should be able to vote. When I was a child, if I had been able to vote, I didn’t know a damn thing about politics, and I didn’t fucking care, but my parents sure as shit did. I believed that I was a little warrior for Jesus and I’m an atheist now. I would seriously regret any votes that I would’ve made as a child.

I don’t know, I wish that the person who downvoted you hadn’t downvoted you, I wish they had shared their views on the matter.

This is a very interesting subject

Man, I got into smoking too. Still have the habit.

We robbed a delivery truck and took several boxes of camel cigarettes. Our little clubhouse was amazing. We built it from old chicken pens and an old chicken coop. The walls were made from an old above ground swimming pool. The backside had a floor, the front was just dirt. We had a couch, a tv, an N64, and an extension cord we ran across the creek and hung from a tree to power it all.

We hid the cigarettes under the floorboards, along with a poorly dried pot plant we stole from the best grower in town (who eventually started putting signs in front of them, “don’t steal this one, don’t steal this one, steal this one”).

My god I’d love to go back for a little while.

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Do say more please. If nothing else, this is an interesting idea.

I’m an older millennial. My gen x mom let me go wherever I wanted. If I wasn’t back when she said to be, she’d come find me and beat my ass.

I fortunately grew up in a neighborhood with sidewalks, but we went well beyond our neighborhood.

Shit, I walked 10 miles to a gas station along the railroad tracks to meet girls and steal beer when I was 12 years old. Eventually one was built right in front of my house and I didn’t have to go that far anymore, thank goodness.

I wouldn’t have learned to navigate people if I hadn’t had such freedom. I can see trouble coming from a mile away. I would imagine inexperience will make for some naive people when it comes to knowing danger.

Some people do abuse it. I didn’t get how for a long time. I’ve been taking it for a decade or better now and I swear I get nothing from it but avoiding withdrawal.

An old friend shot it up though and died from a heart infection because of it.

I am currently babysitting a 13 year old boy almost every day. Why? Because CPS says he can’t be alone.

He’s mature. He’s smart. He’s quiet. He is COMPLETELY capable of taking care of himself. His dad works 6 hour shifts at most.

The issue is, his dad went to jail for drugs. He’s been sober, he’s been working, he’s been fighting like hell to provide a decent life for his kids.

He’s not allowed to have his girlfriend around them, so he’s paying for two apartments and they can only spend time together coming up when the boy is in school.

I mean, sure, the dad hasn’t been a saint. But man oh man, they’re doing everything the can to make sure he fails.

He was taking suboxone, got the shot instead, realized he wasn’t experiencing withdrawal and dropped that. Well, now he has to prove that he will have detectable amounts in his system for up to a year, and then they’re going to MAKE him go back on suboxone to keep his son.

It’s madness the hoops some people have to jump through, meanwhile a childhood friend was starved and beaten regularly and they wouldn’t remove him from the home until his parents burned down a neighbor’s house and went to prison for arson.

When we were kids and we’d discuss what we wanted to be when we grew up, his answer was, “my mom’s murderer.”

When she did pass, he cried his eyes out for never reaching out to her and was one of the pallbearers.

I don’t get why things have to be such a mess.

Yep. His dad was a preacher and I never seen his mom wear anything but dresses that looked like they were pulled from a museum.