100_kg_90_de_belin

That’s why they have been calling everyone else “cuck”. They wish they could offer their wives and daughters in sacrifice to God Emperor Trump.

The goal is to grow brains in lab and prevent robot cops to tear off their own faces

*hell-spawned brain cell noises

As if destroying the US was a problem for Trump

It’s either Linux phone or fighting in the trenches a losing battle against one the most powerful companies in history. Android offering a desktop mode is good if taken in the context of running an open source software on hardware you own.

I’m old school, I remember when NFC was used for stuff like domotics

Hey, Kegsbreath, does Jesus know about it?

Thank you for educating me.

Now I can simply not buy their devices because they suck.

Motorola is a major supplier of communication equipment for the IDF and produces bomb fuses used in IDF’s bombs. It also donated money to Project 2025.

Edit: there are two Motorola. The good one is the one shipping Google spyware and not updating their devices. The bad one helps Israel kill brown people.

It’s located in my country.

Grownup: “Stop doing that. Don’t do that”

Baby: *does thing harder

At a certain point people outgrow that.

Edit: no baby shaming. They’re doing their best given the circumstances of being just babies in a very grownup-oriented UX.

To boop that nose

Refurbished is a thing. So is

What we say or do or are doesn’t matter. Your need for strawmen does.

Bonus track: (Don’t) Testify

It’s in the Constitution! /s

How it started:

Parsons was Winston’s fellow-employee at the Ministry of Truth. He was a fattish but active man of paralysing stupidity, a mass of imbecile enthusiasms — one of those completely unquestioning, devoted drudges on whom, more even than on the Thought Police, the stability of the Party depended.

How it ended:

Parsons walked into the cell. He was wearing khaki shorts and a sports-shirt.

This time Winston was startled into self-forgetfulness.

‘You here!’ he said.

Parsons gave Winston a glance in which there was neither interest nor surprise, but only misery. He began walking jerkily up and down, evidently unable to keep still. Each time he straightened his pudgy knees it was apparent that they were trembling. His eyes had a wide-open, staring look, as though he could not prevent himself from gazing at something in the middle distance.

Nothing that cannot be solved by politically motivated violence.

There is everything wrong with having to work like a peasant because wealth hoarders want to hoard even more wealth

So far we’re still in the “my genes are superior and it’s my moral duty to the white race to reproduce”, once his daughters reach puberty he’s definitely going to use them as human incubators.