Wooblypascal

The great things about girls is that there are so many kinds!

(I initially imagined this as the cast, plus Kaufmo and Ribbit, getting to dress Jax up. Try to guess who's pick is who's!)

As for Caine's pick...

Staying home can be hard no matter what, but it’s going to be even harder if you don’t give yourself a break. You’re doing the best you can, and you deserve to treat yourself with the same kindness you treat your best friend. 

Deathstroke: D I C K

Robin: excuse me whAT

Deathstroke: oh sorry I thought we were on a first name basis

Robin: wait. Slade is—

Deathstroke: on my birth certificate, yes

Robin: you can’t call me that!

Deathstroke: Richard?

Robin: NO!!!

Deathstroke: well what would you have me call you if not your name

Robin: Robin! you call me Robin!

Deathstroke: well that doesn’t seem fair. you’ve never called me Deathstroke once in your life.

Robin: I can’t believe it. you put SLADE on your fucking taxes. your name. is SLADE. you signed your homework. as SLADE.

Deathstroke: if it makes you feel any better I definitely don’t pay taxes

Robin: your mom probably wrote SLADE inside your underwear

Deathstroke: can I get you some water or something

Robin: you went to the zoo and looked for SLADE on the tacky gift shop merchandise

Deathstroke: if you’re done I’d like to get back to murdering you

Robin: SLADE!

Raven: well there’s a surprise

Robin: that’s his NAME. his fucking NAME. 

Cyborg: wait. you mean like. his NAME name? 

Robin: YES. Slade’s name. is SLADE.

Beast Boy: dude

Robin: what?

Cyborg: or looking him up in the white pages

Robin: who?

Cyborg: Mr. Wilson

Robin: who the fuck is Mr. Wils–oh my god

Cyborg: yeah

Robin: oh my GOD. like the–

Cyborg: like the soccer ball from Castaway

Robin: SLADE WILSON????????

Cyborg: THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYING!!!

Robin: ‘Mr. Wilson’ sounds like the name of a divorced middle-aged father of three

Cyborg: Wilson! WILSONNNNN!

There’s a fucking pandemic happening.  We have basically no infrastructure to handle such an emergency.  We have to keep going to work and exposing ourselves and our loved ones and our communities to possible infection because we’re all one or two missed paychecks away from starving to death.  Those of us who can’t work are facing homelessness because we can’t pay rent, i.e. we can’t afford the usurous and ever-rising fees that a guy who contributes nothing to society but happens to own a building charges us to be in a building.

Oh, but the landlord might have to pay his mortgage!!!! Bitch I wish I had a mortgage

The for-profit healthcare industry is so determined to not handle the crisis correctly that they are *seriously considering* shuffling life-saving medical equipment away from elderly and disabled people and letting critical COVID-19 patients just fucking die.  There’s no fucking reason to do any of that, except that it’s more cost effective.   Because that’s what The Market demands, is blood sacrifices.

And speaking of blood sacrifices for The Market, they’re also talking about lifting the state of emergency and sending everybody back to work in the middle of a fucking pandemic and just accepting all the tens or hundreds of thousands of people who would be killed by that as reasonable losses in order to make the stock market go back up.  "Hey man, I’m sorry about your kids and I’m sorry about Meemaw and I’m sorry about your friends with respiratory issues, but they’re just useless eaters anyways and we just gotta get that line to point up.“

The presidential election looks like it’s gonna come down to an epic battle between one conservative rapist and another, different conservative rapist.  

Meanwhile the planet is still heating up and we’re still disappearing people into camps in the desert.

Is this the world you want?  Are you just going to accept this?  Are you really just going to say “yes sir, thank you sir” and take this lying down and wait for shit to just go back to normal?  Like a dog?

Or are you going to fight?

Because I got news, man:  It’s not going back to normal.  Not ever.

You need to look yourself in the mirror and ask yourself:  Am I going to take this?  Am I going to stand up and fight?  Or am I going to force my grandchildren to suffer the shame of laying a coward’s bones in my grave?

https://www.socialistalternative.org/get-involved/