They say it to each other as a greeting, usually they just say 88. Another great one is TTMFBBTT, which means they are Aryan Brotherhood members “til the motherfucking body bag toe tag”. Or they say “wood wood”, which is short for either peckerwoods or feather woods, which is a male and female AB member.

The Klan say KIGY, AKIA, and KLASP.

I had an American friend who married a Canadian. It took SO much work to get her permanent resident card, like a lawyer and everything.

I took no particular offense to it, because I was brought up Catholic but also to love queer people and accept them fully and that abortion was fine, so I was ignoring all their social bugaboos all along, but when I finished school I realized a volcel in a dress had nothing to say to a young girl, and my priest’s brother was my high school chaplain who was gay as a day in May but in the closet, and they lived together in this grim sexless loveless house together until the chaplain died and the priest went to be a bishop in the North where he whittled out his days until his forced retirement at 75. He wrote some choice words about Pride parades, which I wish I would have known about when it happened because I would have fought back because his brother deserved his respect.

I’m in one way glad Reddit exists because there are kids of people like this who turn up there and tell people stuck in it how to get out. If nothing else.

Aww I didn’t know you included me until now. Bones of the Moon is the title of a book about a magical kid named Pepsi actually, but space skeleton is cool.

Absolutely but only if you drop the Maga people off in Utah on the way out.

I go to church and am one of the bread bakers, we each volunteer one week per month. It’s so easy to bake bread, which we all make a different type of every time, and we buy beautiful locally bottled grape juice from a nearby farm. One of the church members is a potter and made an absolutely gorgeous communion set complete with the crown of thorns. Catholics just have some volcel in a dress yapping and singing, and absolutely NOTHING for the children of the congregation, which is why so many grow away from it, myself included, because there is nothing for your age group to engage with. It’s no wonder they’re such a disaster. Church can be so nice if you pay attention to the details and make it a celebration every week, and we have such robust children’s programming that we have 80 kids a week attending. The Catholics actually have very set education for every stage of a child’s life, but they do nothing for them at service.

Audre Lorde is incredible. Great poem!

This is really good!

Well they do try to pay for houses in various amounts of silver coin.

It’s short for their usual saying, Great grand rising beautiful souls. It’s a Moor thing.

They PAY someone to teach them this crap, who when they go back to them with questions tells them to study harder.

The Facebook groups. They’re so batshit. I’m going to PM you a screenshot I took because I can’t share photos on this community for some reason.

My parents ostensibly chose each other, but it’s really more like my mother preyed upon my father. He’s a bit younger than her, not as educated, was shy and not overly ambitious, and perfect for her campaign of modeling someone into what she wanted. My aunt says he used to have a great group of buddies back in the 60s when they met, and one by one she weeded them out of his life and replaced them with people she thinks had higher social status. This tape has recycled itself routinely throughout their lives as she discards someone and finds someone new to glom onto for a while and try and be them. She has him totally under her thumb, and she’s a vicious monster who regards other humans like furniture she rearranges.

People didn’t know much about borderline personality disorder in the 60s when they met, and he’s too shy and unable to defend himself, and while they do squabble, she always wins. He has very little insight into how toxic she is, and goes along with all her psychotic shit, like how nobody can use a bathmat and you can just slip and slide on the wet floor, or how you can’t keep the toaster or kettle on the counter and have to put it immediately back in the cupboard burning hot, because her narcissism means everything has to look like a museum.

He dated some woman before her, just a girl really, who was chubby I guess, and my mother spent one dinner with extended family joyfully insulting this woman, who he last laid eyes upon probably 40 years prior, and asking him repeatedly with vicious gleeful delight if he remembered “the ball”, meaning this chubby girl. My spouse wanted to clock her in the teeth. We were all just kind of numb to her behavior then and tried to ignore it, but not long after I awoke to who she really was and haven’t seen them since. It’s sad, but she regards me as a piece of lost property really, and I don’t think there’s a good enough therapist in the world to wake him up to how dangerous she is.

This weird box that apparently once held candy that I think came from my grandmother but am not sure, and it’s full of buttons. It says Blue Bird Confectionery on the bottom, and it’s full of an assortment of buttons that I have no idea of the origin of. It’s just sat on my shelf for decades.

Isn’t that chilling?

I agree it should be repealed. Flat earth voodoo science isn’t the way.

I tried to explain voodoo to a 6 year old over the weekend. It’s hard to do!

It’s SO sad what happened to him. Imagine having a colostomy because you couldn’t stop doing drugs. Or drowning.

Those are ROUGH. My pug ate some heritage seed peppers called Royal Black. He found them to his liking.

Apparently The Trial is his masterpiece.