Kasen Ibaraki's Nightmare World

Bill Nye wants young people to vote. Don’t let him down. 

Do it for the environment, do it for the Science guy; do it for Science.

The chart above is what the US electoral map would look like if only millennials voted.

1. If your eyes follow the movement of the rotating pink dot, you will only see one color, pink.

2. Green Catastrophe: If you stare at the black + in the center, the moving dot turns to green.

3. Reality Shatter: Now, concentrate on the black + in the center of the picture. After a short period of time, many if not all of the pink dots will slowly disappear, and you may only see a green dot rotating.

What does this tell us about the nature of reality? There really is no green dot, and the pink ones really don’t disappear. If our brains are so easily fooled, what aspects of reality are we missing?

I think I just broke my own heart.

....indeed that you won’t figure out it’s a more than 24 man job.

It s really sad

I'm once again in the desert and my horse here doesn't have any name tags.

name one native american intellectual off the top of your head, name one native american actor or actress off the top of your head, name one native american senator, one native american news anchor, or an author or a tv personality or a singer or a poet or a comedian, name a single native american teacher you’ve had, can you? probably not 

ok so now think of one native american cartoon character you know of or a sports team relating to native americans whether it’s their actual name or their team logo, or a town you live in or near with a “native” name bet a lot of these things came to you right away i bet you didn’t even have to think 

needing native representation in media, education and government are not decoy issues, the commercialization and appropriation of native cultures are not decoy issues, the lack of native representation is institutional oppression at work 

“You’d rather be what now?” The machine turned it’s single intense eye upon the figure leaned against the wall of the seaside cave that made up a passably survivable oasis in this desert. “My processors may have degraded from long decades spent patrolling this stretch of dirt and sand, and my aural processors though as sharp as ever have a certain static to them, I cannot reach agreement over what you have told me.”

The figure against the wall stared the cyclopean mechanism dead on, looking for all it’s viewing g pleasure like a firm-led military officer who’d gotten lost at a dress party and wandered out into the dunes , perhaps holding a wineglass. That caused it’s internal core to cool pleasantly.

“If you can understand me, then you understand what I said.” The woman in dress uniform tiredly tossed her silver speckled hair as if to dismiss the subject.

“Repeat it for me, if you’d lease.” Poilte for a lonely robot out by the sea.

“The part of me that’s a machine doesn’t know how to function without what my biological parts consider extreme anger, I want to stay as furious as possible to optimize my performance.” Despite the bags under her eyes she just gave the mechanical soldier crusted with sand and a tattered paint job a look. A special look, like you’d reserve for someone to whom you have explain the shape of the Earth.

“I understood what you said, I didn't understand the logic of it, even with repair functions going as hast as possible, the wear and tear on software would eventually cripple an active unit. Your desire is born out of an dangerous imbalance. Have you even checked for any malware affecting your organic psychology..?” It then did an uncharacteristic thing, and placed it’s hands about where it’s child would be and settled down into what looked like a thinkers pose. “I am wondering if you came here for a reason, or were pulled here by what I’ve been patrolling.”

Despite the officers admittedly superior (??) processing power, she had no answer for the monolith of hardware. Just a non committal ‘unpmffph!’ like she thought the question would go away on it’s own, like so many in her life had by simply focusing directly ahead when the  e**** became too difficult to compartmentalize.

“You are not operating at maximum capacity, tell me, what’s wrong.” The Ruby light of it’s casual sensor made the scene more threatening than it probably had to be.

“Even if I told you, I doubt I’d know myself.”

The optic of the mocha gazed at this overworked woman. It considered how best to phrase this.

“Have you tried not constantly slamming the reset button on your love life because you feel the need to punish yourself for the slightest perceived flaw?”

If the facial expression could be described in the flurry of actions that took place after that, the best POSSIBLE descriptor would be that someone had just gently taken this persons headphones off, thrown them on the ground without looking and beeped them on the nose before slapping their ass.

“Say that....again.” “You need to explain to yourself why you hold silent standards that only you seem to understand the worth of, or else you’ll always hit a delay when you’re about to do something. Some people consider encouragement to be painful if the one doing it only has doubts about them if they don’t perform.” She narrowed her eyes. “What’s the problem then.” The great frame of the machine stood up and assumed a slightly overbearing pose. “Don’t try to tell people you know are prone to panic what they’ll do before they do it, it’s a zero out of fifty chance that you’ll get them to listen, be gentle. Not everyone dreams only of wars.”

The officer almost sighed and returned to looking at the walls of the grotto. “I knew a man who’d taken the sum total of our calculations and become a machine, a battle computer. He didn’t end up very excited by life or that good at conversation with the opposite sex. Try a human perspective, instead of a manipulation tactic, you could just be turning them away when you want them most.”

She grew annoyed. “THEN... if they can’t do what I say without being told, how will they know when I’m ready for them.” “Stop attacking them where they feel connected to you and you’ll understand, little model.”

*he turned to look at the audience*  Then instead of waiting, tell me, right now, how to get your attention TODAY. Not 30 days from now, not 720 hours from now, not in the bewitching of your inner ears rythm, if you have a command line, put it where my eyes can focus on it, and you’ll get what you need. That is the absolute fastest way without going in reverse. 

Of all the strange things to happen in 2017, Smash Mouth explicitly supporting trans people during pride month is by far the most pleasant. Hey now, you’re an all star.

BREAKING: Openly gay Brazil congressman leaves job, country amid death threats

A month before he was set to begin a third term, Congressman Jean Wyllys announced on Thursday that he was currently outside Brazil and would not return.

An openly gay congressman who frequently clashed with Brazilian President Jair Bolsonaro said Thursday he was leaving his job and the country because of mounting death threats.

In an interview published by daily Folha de S. Paulo, Congressman Jean Wyllys said he was currently outside of Brazil and had no plans to return. Instead, he said he would work in academia but did not say where.

Wyllys, who was re-elected in October and set to begin a third term in February, said death threats against him had increased significantly since Rio de Janeiro councilwoman Marielle Franco was shot and killed along with her driver in March. Franco was a friend and ally of Wyllys.

Many in Latin America’s largest nation saw Franco, who was black, bisexual and hailed from one of Rio de Janeiro’s most violent slums, as a symbol of hope for her strong advocacy for LGBTQ rights and outspoken criticism of police brutality in poor neighborhoods. Her death led to large protests in Brazil and in several countries.

Ten months later, no one has been arrested for her murder.

Since then, Wyllys, who represents Rio de Janeiro, has used a security detail.

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