🎓 Dr. Freemo 🇳🇱 @freemo@qoto.org

Damn kitty addicts.

Nope, no racism here, not even a little.

Pretty much sums up my feelings on life perfectly.

Funny how all the religions pretty much say the same thing yet some people interpret this to mean "hate anyone who doesnt believe in exactly the same shit as you".

IMO the one fallacy that pretty much everyone is constantly a victim of is: post hoc ergo propter hoc.

If people could overcome just this one fallacy we could solve sooooo much of the worlds problems and start agreeing on shit.

Somehow I suspect they might leave the shotgun out in the new kids movie...

Or just do a taylor series with infinite terms, easy :)

Lol I'm saddened and amused by how true this is.

#dutch #netherlands

Don’t curse the moon because the sun has set.
Reach for its cold light
and give it your heat
For when it has melted away,
leaving your hands cold and dry,
the sun will rise,
and you will bathe in its warmth.

-- The Fire, final stanza

Take all that I give, because you give it to me,
since two are the one it brings both of us glee.
Consume all my love, never fear you’ll do pain,
for truth of one’s self is never heart’s bane.

-- Holy Guradian Angel (a quote, not full poem)

Story of my fucking life right there...

This was the song my grandfather used to sing to me as kid. He used to sing it with his army buddies during World War II.

In days of old, when knights were bold,
And barons held their sway,
A warrior bold, with spurs of gold,
Sang merrily his lay;
Sang merrily his lay:
“My love is young and fair,
My love hath golden hair,
And eyes so blue, and heart so true,
That none with her compare.
So what care I tho’ death be nigh,
I’ll live for love or die.
So what care I, tho’ death be nigh,
I’ll live for love or die.”

So this brave knight, in armor bright,
Went gayly to the fray;
He fought the fight, but ere the night,
His soul had pass’d away,
His soul had pass’d away.
The plighted ring he wore
Was crush’d and wet with gore,
Yet ere he died, he bravely cried,
“I’ve kept the vow I swore.
So what care I tho’ death be nigh,
I’ve fought for love and die,
So what care I, tho’ death be nigh,
I’ve fought for love, for love I die
I’ve fought for love,
For love, for love I die.”

–Edwin Thomas & Steven Adams, Published 1912

Here is an idea, instead of trying to control ideas by protesting to get the voice of morons taken away, how about just using that energy to teach people how to be critical thinkers instead and let it sort itself out?

Nah too radical...

Why are all these comics so damn perfect?

He makes a good argument...