Rectal Death Adept posted:

we really loving hate birds

actionjackson posted:

Stereotype posted:

birds are just really easy to kill it turns out.

Rime posted:

Judge denies application to extend injunction against protests at Fairy Creek



RCMP just got their asses handed to them in the Supreme Court, for six months of brutalizing logging protestors in BC.

Now we see if they obey the courts, or stick around and keep the beatings going.

Minrad posted:

I don't understand, i keep trying to find a way to dig out of this hole, but the hole keeps getting deeper? surely there's some way to dig our way out of collapse!

Hexigrammus posted:

Really enjoying all the about this today. An unexpectedly good decision.

Definitely a blow to industry. What will they do without taxpayer funded thugs? They might have to go back to paying for their own mercenary armies again to guard their resource extraction. Battle of Blair Mountain V2.0

Mola Yam posted:

i am deploying doom-capture technology on this thread

it can capture up to one "lol lmao" a month, so things are looking up for doom mitigation

Funky See Funky Do posted:

lmao rime what are you doing advertising this thread in the QCS shooting thread while making a bid for cspam mod?

Mola Yam posted:

mlmp08 posted:

just in case someone was thinking they could pin their hopes on literal magic or intervention by a pantheon of gods or something, the UK took care of that:

https://twitter.com/inthesedeserts/status/1442859029072580613?s=21

"The white stag in Celtic myth is an indicator that the Otherworld is near. It appears when one is transgressing a taboo"

https://www.ancienttexts.org/library/celtic/jce/whitestag.html

Rime posted:

To hear the owl call your name is the harbinger of death, to the Kwakwaka'wakw, but what when there are no owls left to call? What then?

Rime posted:

How when you walked in nature, you could feel it buzzing around you with vibrancy, but that even then it was the death throes of an ecosystem compared to a century prior.

Xaris posted:

when i was in south island of NZ for work OP. dense jungle forest buzzing with a deafening overbearing sound of cicadas, bugs, and sand fleas

Rime posted:

Tossing and turning in bed tonight, my mind settled on something which hasn't stopped bothering me since my excessive travels in America. I'd just write this in my journal, but I seem to have lost it on a mountainside in July. Forums posting takes the place of a blog. More readers here anyways.

There is a lack of vibrancy in the world, today, everything has become sterile. In the 1990's and early 2000's, I guess, we hadn't aggressively urban sprawled so far yet, and just straight up hadn't killed off so much. It really, really hosed me up, I think, to have seen so much of the continent so fast through the eyes of someone who knows how bad the biosphere is and speedrun an understanding of just how barren and desertified and over-developed this continent has become.

I have a nearly photographic long-term memory, so it is staggering to lay there and play back experiences in my mind from twenty years ago to today. To think of how the ocean had a smell to it, and forests had such sound. How when you walked in nature, you could feel it buzzing around you with vibrancy, but that even then it was the death throes of an ecosystem compared to a century prior. It is impossible to look at photographs or video from even fifty years ago, and contrast it to today, and not realize that the world already ended years ago while you were playing a videogame.

Realizing that the world I grew up in and which shaped me as I ran through its glades and meadows, was already a dying and severely damaged one. That's some poo poo.

I used to have plans, I wanted to kayak the Broughton Archipelago, spend a month exploring the Spatsizi on foot, cross the Brooks Peninsula - never touched by the last ice age and home to a staggering array of unrecorded plants. Build a homestead far away from the internet and society and quite happily avoid it all for a long, long time. Visions held in my imagination, vague memories of places visited and places read about and places seen in documentaries.

Whenever I think of these plans now, they have the taste of ash, because I know whatever was there when I dreamed them up has been rendered silent by our excesses - or will be by the time I finally say enough is enough and put down my career for good. I know it will, because it's already the case on every trip I've done in the past several years. The landscapes remain, but the vibrancy has been stilled. Just my footsteps and the wind and rarely a bird so far away it may just be a memory. No buzzing of life, only of chainsaws if there's old growth nearby. Drying moss and reddening cedars and a sea bereft of jumping salmon.

To hear the owl call your name is the harbinger of death, to the Kwakwaka'wakw, but what when there are no owls left to call? What then?

Rime posted:

What then?

The Protagonist posted:

Hubbert posted:

SKULL.GIF posted:

ughhhh posted:

Had a lovely conversation with my grandmother today who lives in Nepal. She was really cheerful and talked to me about how much she misses me and how great all her grandchildren are and cant wait to see all of us together one day and feed us a great big feast with produce she grows in her garden. It was really nice



































Then i thought about everything that has happened in the past decade. The civil war got me to run from the country to study abroad. Many of my family died. Then half my village got covid and alot of people died. Most of them were older people, women, young kids. Most of the men from the village are in the gulf states working as migrant labor and no one has heard from them. Harvest was awful since the monsoon didn't come as it does, and when it did it washed away a nearby village. No one can plan the rice planting according to the almanac and religious calendar like we used to. The south of the country where we could reliably grow rice in has had a constant series of locust plagues druing the harvest since 2019. Most of the calories these days come from wai wai instant noodles according to the local health post that i keep in contact with. Her home in Kathmandu used to be in the middle of rice fields where i used to catch crawfish and snakes. Now her back garden barely grows anything because its surrounded by multistory houses people have built up which blocks the sunlight. The ground water well that used to water the garden and provide for the house can barely fill up even during the monsoon. The valley of Kathmandu that i left in 2007 used to have a population of under a million with barely any water or energy infrastructure to handle that, now has an unofficial population count of 2 million + with even less infrastructure since the earthquake. My cousins who haven't had a job in years but constantly take care of the family and village managed to bribe and fight their way to a doctor in a health system overwhelmed with covid patients because my grandmother was sick. Im so proud of them. Unfortunately there is nowhere to do a biopsy for the lump in her liver thats definitely cancer because there are no labs in Nepal. So im just here posting

lmao

lol

SKULL.GIF posted:

silicone thrills posted:

Legit kinda want a snickers.

Blockade posted:

Even despair can be bottled up and used to sell product

The Protagonist posted:

You don't think the hyper-nationalism turned hyper-fascism will do every horrible thing possible in its power to prolong some semblance of the lifestyle the imperial core has afforded them thus far?

This is not a callout directed at you or any individual in the thread, but I wanted to comment on a more pervasive phenomenon I've noticed picking up steam recently, concurrent with the accelerating extreme weather events and general breakdown.

I'm still workshopping it but for now call it 'sudden collapse optimism', the bizarrely comforting idea that the forces that have both perpetrated and denied the ecological cataclysm will suddenly be subject to the very forces they have unleashed. It's a much harder pill to swallow that they'll do everything they can to keep the party going a little bit longer (insert whatever atrocities your imagination can summon) and their political base of support will swell and grow as they continue to, quite successfully, project blame on outsiders and The Other.

Most of the posters ITT have reached some level of acceptance about the ecological predicament as it stands, and a sudden collapse of The State in the face of that is an odd, and I would argue, idealistic offshoot of that awareness.


The idea that the brutalism of capital will expand exponentially in the face of this crisis and is likely outlast all of us is another step down the crack-ping steps to hell that is hard to accept.




We will live to see manmade horrors beyond our comprehension.

Funky See Funky Do posted:

Could someone define "hyper-fascism" for me? Is it just like the x-treme sports of political systems? Secret police on BMX bikes?