Whoever produces all five parts of Jeff Bezos at once wins instantly

I’d recommend a nice little anime series called Higurashi no naku koro ni. It takes some getting used to with its disjointed question-and-answer arcs, but especially at the end of the first season, it manages to deliver the most devious twists to your stomach without resorting to jump scares. I don’t know if it was made by communists, but it is the only instalment of horror I know that between its themes of superstition, mental health, community organising, and scientific ethics manages to leave you with revolutionary optimism at the end of season 2 (Kai). Just don’t watch the movie, it’s shit

Colour-inverted or black-and-white Chinese/Soviet flag. If someone gets feisty, say it’s a dissident symbol or some shit

USSR all the way. When the US collapses, it won’t be a pretty sight and whoever takes upon himself the monumental task to deal with the various militias and terror groups that will snatch control of high-tech weaponry, will take years and incur massive costs of life and effort in the process of mopping up that shit. It is better to have a single weak US government in place with which a renewed USSR can establish diplomatic ties, continue to trade, and eventually conduct a peaceful and orderly transition into socialism with help from the outside

The sovereign citizens movement is going to have a field day with this

Dwarf-tossing

As an outside observer, I cannot fathom how this sort of evangelical doomsday cult has actually formed many decades before the US-American social fabric irreversibly went down the shitter. Like how tf do you have a regular childhood, go to a regular school, have regular hobbies, work a regular job, get married, buy the same groceries every week for 60 years, and afford a cookie-cutter house in the suburbs; all the while believing, in your heart of hearts, that the end of time is nigh and that God will possess and abduct your and every other Christian’s naked body within mere days, and believing this shit hard enough to motivate you towards political action?

Elon Musk’s entire business model is a pattern of selling fraudulent, unnecessary, and experimental contraptions to the USA that only keep being bought because of the dismal state of their railways

I have great respect for any American kid who is growing up right now and still retains a minimum of sanity. Surrounded by school shootings, coronaviruses on steroids, racism, a deregulated economy, a straight-up villainous government, institutional fraud, nepotism, and corruption, religious lunacy, poverty, poisoning, and malnutrition, caught in a circle of work and debt at a young age, and daily walking among the artifacts of the world’s grandest schemes advancing war, pollution, narco-terrorism, sex trafficking, and tropical deforestation yet unable to do anything against it.

How are they able to put up with all this?

The absolute lack of imagination. At least in its better days, there was actually inspired, original pieces of art coming out of the imperialist core, such as Lord of the Rings or Star Trek, whereas nowadays we rarely get anything beyond prequels, sequels, and live-action adaptations. If I didn’t know that there was a whole other world beyond the West, I might have supposed that the power of the human mind had in general come to a standstill. My particular gratitude extends to the brilliant Liu Cixin, whose superb Trisolaris trilogy proves the contrary.

I’d need someone to hug me tight at least 22.5 hours a day, every day

As opposed to you who has ironical human contact, presumably with a purposefully partially inflated sex doll in a banana skirt whom you drew spectacles, a clown nose, and a Kaiser Wilhelm moustache with a marker

Of heavy soul I offer you a riddle
Tormenting me all day and every night
What seeks the nightfall in the noon of light
And what a sunbeam in the darkness' middle?

In what strange optics cast the eyes a glow
Illuminating shadows far and wide
Instead these shadows, robbing them of sight,
In well-lit halls their fearsome blackness show?

Sunlight brings life, gives warmth and strength and colour,
Spoils Mother Earth with treasures beyond bound
Yet in the shady tunnels underground
Lurks poverty, captivity and squalour.

Behold the king of caves, a ghastly bat
He rules the realms that light can never reach
But still a single glance of yours can teach
That in a robe of shining gold he's clad.

Behold us sons and daughters of our star
Our light would always radiate so free
Alas today it is not ours to see
Due to our coats of sunlight-hardened tar.

Now must the daily ritual begin
That while the sun is up we must come down
Our fibres weave the bat king's golden gown
And ones of brightest silver for his kin

At dusk we are released to see the moon
That heals our wounds and adds to our light
But never does it heal and add just right -
Our shine descends to grayness very soon.

The king has taken kindly to the gray,
He loosens up their tarren coats and chains,
He shares with them the lesser of his gains,
So that to him, and not the sun, they pray.

In grayscale both our joys and pains are numb
The colour of our radiance has vanished
Along with it, a treasure has been banished
That as a birthright from our star has come:

While we adapt our eyes to caverns' gray
We do not only lose our vibrant hue,
We lose the strength to see and feel it too
And somehow think it has to be this way.

Blind are we for blue skies, the lush green wood
Blind for the light of others we admired
Blind for the vivid dreams we once desired
Blind even for the shining we still could.

Now if we bear our colour-vision gone
We wander through the dark on merry feet
We know our way through every narrow street
And yearn for yet an even slimmer one.

But still some doubt remains that all is lost
Reason is always treasonous to fate
Some sense still tells us it is not too late
To go reclaim the early settled cost.

For that we must stand up to feel the chains
And stretch to smell the stench of hardened tar,
We must shine lights in caverns near and far
And meet as one the bat king who still reigns.

The king, when forced to meet our massive number
Will first appeal to all the grays he likes to feed
To all the crumbs and grains he gave to those in need
And say he'll buy us beds for softer slumber.

He knows too well that if we were to part
Gone were his days of power, wealth and might,
Gone were the robes of shining golden light,
Only therefore employs he diplomatic art.

We hear him promise wealth unseen in dreams
His scheming and his tactics are in vain
And as he writhes in tortuous mental pain
He casts his dying ultrasonic screams.

The screams are heard by all the bats around
They honour now the closeness of their kind;
To exits which our grays taught us to find
They race us in a battle to the ground.

The paths are rigged with vicious hidden traps
But those who built them walk among our crowd
Some carry food, some read the plan aloud
Some warn us where the switch for each one snaps.

A reddish glow break through the cavern black
We feel the surface, smell the dew of morn,
We see the sunrise at the crack of dawn
Which scares the bats away from our back.

The colour red returns to our sight,
And as the day goes on, they all imbue
The world in orange, yellow, green and blue
To all of those who never saw this light.

Hear up! The danger is not just yet past - 
This shady cave must shut its doors in time!
Before the fall of dusk, seal them with lime
So that no trouble brews in them at last.

I would like to go around the world using the small, local railways and bus lines that stop everywhere. For a tourist, in my opinion, there is no better time to get to know the people of a country than when they are also travellers. I would take my time, try all the foods, and visits all the sites the locals tell me to. I would especially focus on the more remote and rural areas that don’t have HSR yet, and write a book or a blog to promote tourism.

When you have to add four whole pairs of word associations to convince people that your poster is, in fact, in support of you

Albeit an important one, the scientific method is only one of the building blocks of science. If using it was the singular measure of whether you are engaging in a scientific activity, then all mathematicians, theoretical physicists, statisticians, computer and data scientists, zoologists and botanists, geographers, and medical doctors would be practicing hocus-pocus, despite still somehow always publishing worthwhile results. Collecting specimens, sorting and organising data, computing simulations, coming up with suitable definitions, solving problems, and proving theorems are exactly as important parts of science as prediction and empirical inquiry. One of these parts is also to establish the most reliable and parsimonious frameworks in which the social sciences such as economics, sociology, or psychology can operate, a function that is precisely fulfilled by Marxism. These disciplines don’t employ Marxist theory because their pursuers are sympathetic to socialism (Spoiler: They mostly aren’t), but because the reality of doing economics, sociology, and psychology forces it on them to the point they cannot escape it.

Victor Mair may be a professor of Chinese language and literature, but here we see him as the bozo who can’t tell an equation from an inequality