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Why does the KKK have to have the term grand wizard, like every time I want to make a high ranking wizards, I think oh he's the grand wizard, then I remember, that's the leader of the KKK, and I have to change it to royal wizard or something

Not the white European in the notes saying that I should still use the term grand wizard because it makes the KKK seem less serious...

They don't use Grand Wizard anymore, so you could steal it. Also even if they did still use it, fuck the KKK, dilute their ownership of the term. You could also use High Wizard, Lord Wizard, Great Wizard, Chief Wizard, or Master Wizard.

They still use the term, there are living people with the title. And I don't think I, as a white Midwesterner have any right to "reclaim" grand wizard as a term. Why do white people want so badly to be allowed to use KKK terms?

The whole point of the KKK using silly sounding words was as dog whistles that the white press would see as frivolous and ignore while still being able to invoke terror in Black Americans. I have no right to use their language as a white person in some sort of sick reclamation

That's right, you're mommy's little swingbait, aren't you? You going to get me a home run, or are you gonna be my fourth ball and let mommy walk? You would never strike mommy out, would you, little ball? Hey batter batter-

we must make haste in killing every harry potter fan

this is my masterpiece. my magnum opus

Out of all the things I'm into, I think "people cumming" is honestly the funniest because of how basic it is. Like yeah I've got a fetish for enjoyable sex. My favorite thing to eat is tasty food. I really enjoy listening to good music. What are we even doing here where ami

little miss kissable armpits would like you to know th- why did it call me that. why does the post say that,,,,

truly one of the most demoralising things about being in the job market atm is "only successful applicants will be notified" is practically a universal standard. so you spend hours, sometimes days filling out applications, writing CVs and cover letters only to be ghosted as the only form of communication. Not even a "thank you but this time you've been unsuccessful" email. You're in a constant state of "did I not get it or have they not contacted me?" and you just have to eventually conclude you were unsuccessful without so much as courtesy, "sorry, but thank you for your application." A literal thankless cycle for months and months and months. You'd think with all the ways to automate these processes they would at least have the time, means and decency to acknowledge your submission and let you off the hook, but no. You're just in limbo in every possible way in the name of "efficiency". Solidarity with everyone going through this because it is truly dehumanising and demoralising to work so hard on putting yourself forward constantly without acknowledgement or useful communication of any sort for long periods of time, and most ppl simply will not have any compassion for what that's like.

oh my goodness, one of dian fossey’s first close up observations with gorillas happened when she was trying to climb a tree to see them better, but so badly that by the time she’d gotten up the entire group had come out of hiding to look at her: “Nearly all members of the group had totally exposed themselves, forgetting about hiding coyly behind foliage screens because it was obvious to them that the observer had been distracted by tree-climbing problems, an activity they could understand.”

hello, fellow apes

[Image transcript: porch. The group had been day-nesting and sunbathing when I contacted them, but upon my approach they nervously retreated to obscure themselves behind thick foliage. Frustrated but determined to see them better, I decided to climb a tree, not one of my better talents. The tree was particularly slithery and, try as I might, no amount of puffing, pulling, gripping, or clawing succeeded in getting me more than a few feet aboveground. Disgustedly, I was about to give up when Sanwekwe came to my aid by giving one mighty boost to my protruding rump; tears were running from his eyes as he was convulsed in silent laughter. I felt as inept as a baby taking its first step. Finally able to grab on to a conveniently placed branch, I hauled myself up into a respectful semislouch position in the tree about twenty feet from the ground. By this time I naturally assumed that the combined noises of panting, cursing, and branch-breaking made during the initial climbing attempts must have frightened the group on to the next mountain. I was amazed to look around and find that the entire group had returned and were sitting like front row spectators at a sideshow. All that was needed to make the image complete were a few gorilla-sized bags of popcorn and some cotton candy! This was the first live audience I had ever had in my life and certainly the least expected.]

imagine some freakish not-a-human alien THING has shown up out of nowhere and is trying to get into your office building to study you. but it has no idea how to get past a revolving door. it tries for three hours. by the time it finally understands the concept of a revolving door and squeeze into the building everyone in the office is crowded into the lobby to watch and call helpful suggestions. it’s conclusively determined that the alien is definitely not a threat, except maybe to itself.

it pisses me off that everyone proved women like miss forcefem and sam candles completely right

forensic science being fucked is not a conspiracy theory. forensic science isnt just basically regular science.