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Americans Strongly Dislike PC Culture
"...the two-thirds of Americans who don’t belong to either extreme constitute an “exhausted majority.” Their members “share a sense of fatigue with our polarized national conversation, a willingness to be flexible in their political viewpoints, and a lack of voice in the national conversation.”"
"Compared with the rest of the (nationally representative) polling sample, progressive activists are much more likely to be rich, highly educated—and white. They are nearly twice as likely as the average to make more than $100,000 a year. They are nearly three times as likely to have a postgraduate degree. And while 12 percent of the overall sample in the study is African American, only 3 percent of progressive activists are. With the exception of the small tribe of devoted conservatives, progressive activists are the most racially homogeneous group in the country."
"It turns out that while progressive activists tend to think that only hate speech is a problem, and devoted conservatives tend to think that only political correctness is a problem, a clear majority of all Americans holds a more nuanced point of view: They abhor racism. But they don’t think that the way we now practice political correctness represents a promising way to overcome racial injustice."
"...the two-thirds of Americans who don’t belong to either extreme constitute an “exhausted majority.” Their members “share a sense of fatigue with our polarized national conversation, a willingness to be flexible in their political viewpoints, and a lack of voice in the national conversation.”"
"Compared with the rest of the (nationally representative) polling sample, progressive activists are much more likely to be rich, highly educated—and white. They are nearly twice as likely as the average to make more than $100,000 a year. They are nearly three times as likely to have a postgraduate degree. And while 12 percent of the overall sample in the study is African American, only 3 percent of progressive activists are. With the exception of the small tribe of devoted conservatives, progressive activists are the most racially homogeneous group in the country."
"It turns out that while progressive activists tend to think that only hate speech is a problem, and devoted conservatives tend to think that only political correctness is a problem, a clear majority of all Americans holds a more nuanced point of view: They abhor racism. But they don’t think that the way we now practice political correctness represents a promising way to overcome racial injustice."
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"Old English Bulldog bites off man's penis and testicles in Scottish flat"
Source: https://www.dailyrecord.co.uk/news/scottish-news/old-english-bulldog-bites-mans-13395538
Source: https://www.dailyrecord.co.uk/news/scottish-news/old-english-bulldog-bites-mans-13395538
The 22-year-old is being treated in hospital after police found him in a pool of blood at a property in Haddington.
An Old English Bulldog, similar to the one pictured, savaged a man at a property in the town of Haddington (Image: UGC/Google Maps)
A dog bit off a man's testicles and penis in a horrific attack at flat in East Lothian.
The 22-year-old was found unconscious in a pool of blood next to an Old English Bulldog, which was also covered in his blood.
Police were confronted with the horrific scene when they were called to the property in Haddington on Sunday afternoon.
The man was rushed to Edinburgh's Royal General Infirmary where he remains unconscious and in serious condition, reports the Daily Star.
The dog was taken to police kennels until the exact circumstances of the attack are known.
The victim is believed to have been fully clothed when officers found him and details of the attack will not be clear until he regains concsiousness.
A police spokesman said: "Police in East Lothian are investigating after a man suffered serious injuries, believed to have been caused by a dog, in Haddington on Sunday 7 October.
“Emergency services were called to a property in the High Street area at around 2.30pm.
“A 22-year-old man was taken to the Edinburgh Royal Infirmary by the Scottish Ambulance Service, and later transferred to the Western General Hospital where he remains receiving treatment."
Old English Bulldogs are known for the power in their jaws and are descended from breeds used for bull-baiting.
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Do you have a link to the actual story? Sounds interesting...
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too bad this kind of thing doesn't happen to those zoosadism furfags.
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Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson is slammed for casting himself as dark-skinned African-American folklore legend John Henry in his upcoming Netflix film
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/ar...sting-Neflix-film-dark-skinned-folk-hero.html
- Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson announced on Tuesday that he would be playing the titular hero in the Netflix film 'John Henry and the Statesman'
- The legend of John Henry tells the tale of a black steel-driver, and former slave, who raced against a steam-powered rock drilling machine in the 1800s
- Henry would beat the machine, only for his heart to give out from the stress
- Depictions of Henry show him as a young, dark-skinned black man
- Actors Danny Glover and Roger Aaron Brown have both played the strapping hero on-screen and Henry was even featured on a postage stamp in 1996
- Johnson is a biracial man - his father is black, while his mother is Samoan - and he has played a slue of racially ambiguous roles
- Many took issue with Johnson taking on the role even though Henry has always been described as having dark skin
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/ar...sting-Neflix-film-dark-skinned-folk-hero.html
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Damn nigga you ain’t nigga enough to play that nigga.
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The bullshit never ends.
He should just flat out tell them to go fuck themselves.
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I'm Just a Middle-Aged House Dad Addicted to Pot
Cannabis should be legal, just as alcohol should be legal. But marijuana addiction exists, and it almost wrecked my life.
By Neal Pollack | Oct. 6, 2018
Mr. Pollack is a writer.
AUSTIN, Tex. — My name is Neal, and I’m a marijuana addict.
A year ago I wouldn’t have said that, because it would have meant giving up marijuana. I would rather have given up breathing.
When I had my first cup of coffee in the morning, I pressed the little button on my vape pen, waited for the blue glow, took a huge inhale and then blew it into the mug so that I could suck in the THC and caffeine at the same time. Then I took another hit, and another. In the afternoons, I’d smoke a bowl, or pop a gummy bear, or both. At night, I got high before eating dinner or watching the ballgame. Maybe I’d stop getting stoned a little bit before bed, but what was the point? If I went to bed high, I could wake up high, too.
What a time for people to get stoned! Marijuana has left the counterculture, exploded into the mainstream and transformed into a multibillion-dollar industry. Cannabis is now an essential part of any hip wellness and beauty regimen. Netflix offers a marijuana-themed cooking show.
Cannabis should be legal. It has medical uses. Millions of people, most of them black and Latino men, have unjustly gone to jail for selling what should have been easily available in stores. States with the political courage to legalize it have seen their tax rolls bloom and have created thousands of jobs. Also, it’s delicious.
But I’m not a child with intractable epilepsy, or a veteran with PTSD, or a person who just wants to chill a little, or Willie Nelson. Unless you count writing articles about marijuana, I’m not profiting from the industry. I’m just a middle-aged house dad with a substance-abuse problem.
Like most pot addicts in denial, I spent years telling myself that marijuana isn’t addictive, and so I didn’t have a problem. But clearly I did. And I’m not the only one who suffers this way.
Though marijuana addiction isn’t deadly like opioid addiction or toxic like meth addiction, it still wastes millions of lives. Around 9 percent of users become addicted, and about 17 percent of those who start as teenagers. That’s less than the rate for alcoholism but still significant.
I started smoking regularly in the ’90s, when I was in my mid-20s. Pot made everything better — food, music, sex, cleaning — and it made nothing worse. I got depressed less often. I laughed all the time.
But I also lost my temper for no reason. Did I yell at strangers in public? Probably. I barely remember, because I was stoned. But I do remember that once, high as a promotional blimp, I got into a bar fight with a former friend and broke his tooth with a beer bottle.
Back when my writing career was booming, I got invited a couple of times to do readings in Amsterdam, a bad gig for a pot addict. Once, after ingesting a couple of THC pills, I dumped a pitcher of water over my head and insulted the Iraqi representative to National Poetry Day Amsterdam. Another time, I pulled down my pants and flashed a crowd of several hundred. If I had any boundaries, weed erased them thoroughly. The boom ended fast.
My son was born in 2002. I didn’t have an office job, so I was around a lot to get high and enjoy the cartoons. I opened a packet of Reefer’s peanut butter cups at his preschool fund-raiser and stunk up the place. But pot wasn’t just an occasional funny thing for me to do on weekends. I got stoned the day my son came home from the hospital and stayed that way, with few breaks, for a decade and a half. Of course I put him in danger because I couldn’t stop getting high. I was a drug addict.
In 2016, I became the Texas correspondent for a national marijuana newspaper, which gave me lots of excuses to get up to Colorado, America’s new weed utopia. With legalization upon us, I started saying things like: “Imagine if you loved coffee but it had been illegal your entire life. That’s what I feel like!” I began to refer to Colorado as “Free America.”
In March of 2017, my mother died. The hour before she passed, I was outside the hospital, getting a shipment of medical gummies from a friend. I was high when I watched her die, I was high at her funeral, and I was high every day for the next eight months. To say I was “self-medicating” to deal with grief would be too kind. My addicted self took grief as a no-limits license to get stoned.
In early November, I had the chance to fulfill my lifelong dream of attending a Dodgers World Series game. I spent way too much money on a ticket that turned out to be fake. So high that I couldn’t remember where I’d parked, I started screaming outside the stadium. If I’d been sober, I would have just called the vendor and gotten a refund. That’s what I ended up doing, eventually. But not before security guards surrounded me.
I looked into a car mirror and saw an old man, sobbing over a baseball game. That was the moment I accepted that I had a problem. Three weeks later, I quit.
I’ve been sober for 11 months. I do the same things with my time that I did before, except that 75 percent of my life doesn’t revolve around obtaining or consuming weed. It’s incredible what you can accomplish when you’re not high.
In many ways, I’m lucky my addiction didn’t have more consequences. I never got arrested. My family stayed together, somehow. But I have lost a ton of dignity and integrity, intangibles that I may never reclaim.
It wasn’t so hard to go cold turkey. I had a couple of twitchy nights, and that was it. But it’s easier to stay off the stuff because I don’t live in a state where it’s legal. I can get weed, but it requires a few steps. Addicts in legal states aren’t so fortunate.
A few weeks after I sobered up, I took a business trip to California. My hotel room was less than a mile away from three recreational weed dispensaries. I paced around and got into the tub with some 12-step literature. Finally, I went to a Marijuana Anonymous meeting in West Hollywood. It was Friday night, and the room was packed with addicts, some my age, but most younger, struggling to recover a life lost to weed.
There’s a reason that Alcoholics Anonymous started in 1935, two years after the end of Prohibition. Alcohol abuse became rampant, and the country almost drank itself off the rails. Will the same thing happen with marijuana?
Marijuana isn’t alcohol or an opioid. You can’t die from an overdose. It doesn’t really evince physical cravings. So is it better to call my problem marijuana “dependence”? Does it matter?
Cannabis should be legal, just as alcohol should be legal. But marijuana addiction exists, and it almost wrecked my life. If you have a problem, you are not alone.
Neal Pollack is the editor in chief of Book and Film Globe and the author, most recently, of “Not Coming Soon to a Theater Near You.”
https://www.nytimes.com/2018/10/06/opinion/sunday/marijuana-addiction.html
Cannabis should be legal, just as alcohol should be legal. But marijuana addiction exists, and it almost wrecked my life.
By Neal Pollack | Oct. 6, 2018
Mr. Pollack is a writer.
AUSTIN, Tex. — My name is Neal, and I’m a marijuana addict.
A year ago I wouldn’t have said that, because it would have meant giving up marijuana. I would rather have given up breathing.
When I had my first cup of coffee in the morning, I pressed the little button on my vape pen, waited for the blue glow, took a huge inhale and then blew it into the mug so that I could suck in the THC and caffeine at the same time. Then I took another hit, and another. In the afternoons, I’d smoke a bowl, or pop a gummy bear, or both. At night, I got high before eating dinner or watching the ballgame. Maybe I’d stop getting stoned a little bit before bed, but what was the point? If I went to bed high, I could wake up high, too.
What a time for people to get stoned! Marijuana has left the counterculture, exploded into the mainstream and transformed into a multibillion-dollar industry. Cannabis is now an essential part of any hip wellness and beauty regimen. Netflix offers a marijuana-themed cooking show.
Cannabis should be legal. It has medical uses. Millions of people, most of them black and Latino men, have unjustly gone to jail for selling what should have been easily available in stores. States with the political courage to legalize it have seen their tax rolls bloom and have created thousands of jobs. Also, it’s delicious.
But I’m not a child with intractable epilepsy, or a veteran with PTSD, or a person who just wants to chill a little, or Willie Nelson. Unless you count writing articles about marijuana, I’m not profiting from the industry. I’m just a middle-aged house dad with a substance-abuse problem.
Like most pot addicts in denial, I spent years telling myself that marijuana isn’t addictive, and so I didn’t have a problem. But clearly I did. And I’m not the only one who suffers this way.
Though marijuana addiction isn’t deadly like opioid addiction or toxic like meth addiction, it still wastes millions of lives. Around 9 percent of users become addicted, and about 17 percent of those who start as teenagers. That’s less than the rate for alcoholism but still significant.
I started smoking regularly in the ’90s, when I was in my mid-20s. Pot made everything better — food, music, sex, cleaning — and it made nothing worse. I got depressed less often. I laughed all the time.
But I also lost my temper for no reason. Did I yell at strangers in public? Probably. I barely remember, because I was stoned. But I do remember that once, high as a promotional blimp, I got into a bar fight with a former friend and broke his tooth with a beer bottle.
Back when my writing career was booming, I got invited a couple of times to do readings in Amsterdam, a bad gig for a pot addict. Once, after ingesting a couple of THC pills, I dumped a pitcher of water over my head and insulted the Iraqi representative to National Poetry Day Amsterdam. Another time, I pulled down my pants and flashed a crowd of several hundred. If I had any boundaries, weed erased them thoroughly. The boom ended fast.
My son was born in 2002. I didn’t have an office job, so I was around a lot to get high and enjoy the cartoons. I opened a packet of Reefer’s peanut butter cups at his preschool fund-raiser and stunk up the place. But pot wasn’t just an occasional funny thing for me to do on weekends. I got stoned the day my son came home from the hospital and stayed that way, with few breaks, for a decade and a half. Of course I put him in danger because I couldn’t stop getting high. I was a drug addict.
In 2016, I became the Texas correspondent for a national marijuana newspaper, which gave me lots of excuses to get up to Colorado, America’s new weed utopia. With legalization upon us, I started saying things like: “Imagine if you loved coffee but it had been illegal your entire life. That’s what I feel like!” I began to refer to Colorado as “Free America.”
In March of 2017, my mother died. The hour before she passed, I was outside the hospital, getting a shipment of medical gummies from a friend. I was high when I watched her die, I was high at her funeral, and I was high every day for the next eight months. To say I was “self-medicating” to deal with grief would be too kind. My addicted self took grief as a no-limits license to get stoned.
In early November, I had the chance to fulfill my lifelong dream of attending a Dodgers World Series game. I spent way too much money on a ticket that turned out to be fake. So high that I couldn’t remember where I’d parked, I started screaming outside the stadium. If I’d been sober, I would have just called the vendor and gotten a refund. That’s what I ended up doing, eventually. But not before security guards surrounded me.
I looked into a car mirror and saw an old man, sobbing over a baseball game. That was the moment I accepted that I had a problem. Three weeks later, I quit.
I’ve been sober for 11 months. I do the same things with my time that I did before, except that 75 percent of my life doesn’t revolve around obtaining or consuming weed. It’s incredible what you can accomplish when you’re not high.
In many ways, I’m lucky my addiction didn’t have more consequences. I never got arrested. My family stayed together, somehow. But I have lost a ton of dignity and integrity, intangibles that I may never reclaim.
It wasn’t so hard to go cold turkey. I had a couple of twitchy nights, and that was it. But it’s easier to stay off the stuff because I don’t live in a state where it’s legal. I can get weed, but it requires a few steps. Addicts in legal states aren’t so fortunate.
A few weeks after I sobered up, I took a business trip to California. My hotel room was less than a mile away from three recreational weed dispensaries. I paced around and got into the tub with some 12-step literature. Finally, I went to a Marijuana Anonymous meeting in West Hollywood. It was Friday night, and the room was packed with addicts, some my age, but most younger, struggling to recover a life lost to weed.
There’s a reason that Alcoholics Anonymous started in 1935, two years after the end of Prohibition. Alcohol abuse became rampant, and the country almost drank itself off the rails. Will the same thing happen with marijuana?
Marijuana isn’t alcohol or an opioid. You can’t die from an overdose. It doesn’t really evince physical cravings. So is it better to call my problem marijuana “dependence”? Does it matter?
Cannabis should be legal, just as alcohol should be legal. But marijuana addiction exists, and it almost wrecked my life. If you have a problem, you are not alone.
Neal Pollack is the editor in chief of Book and Film Globe and the author, most recently, of “Not Coming Soon to a Theater Near You.”
https://www.nytimes.com/2018/10/06/opinion/sunday/marijuana-addiction.html
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The one referencing the 'one drop rule' is probably the worst one. Wasn't that originally cited as an excuse to mistreat mixed race people?
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This guy is pathetic.
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It's not the drug that ruins your life, it's your choices that do.
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I think it's the free time he gets as a stay-at-home dad (wew), something something about the devil and idle hands and all that.
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The fuck kinda weed is he smoking?
I had to double-check it wasn't an onion article.
Guy sounds like a violent idiot who can conveniently blame 'muh weed addiction' for his lunatic ways.
What a whiney little piss baby!
I had to double-check it wasn't an onion article.
Guy sounds like a violent idiot who can conveniently blame 'muh weed addiction' for his lunatic ways.
What a whiney little piss baby!
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"Stay at home dad"
"Went to Amsterdam for World Poetry Day"
"Went to Amsterdam for World Poetry Day"
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Master Terafan Greydragon died this week on horseback while trying to spear a paper plate with a seven-foot lance. The tip of the lance hit the ground, flipping the lance and impaling Master Terafan Greydragon through the sternum while the crowd at the Society for Creative Anachronism event in Kentucky looked on.
Master Terafan Greydragon, known as Peter Barclay when not eventing, had practiced medieval sports for more than 30 years and ran a website devoted to recreating life in the 14th century, when lance impalements were rather more common than they are today.
Surprisingly, he was an ex-army colonel, married, and father of two daughters as opposed to many of the autists impaled recently while scrounging paper plates at fairgrounds who had been thrown out of basic training, rejected by every potential sex partner, and unable to impregnate anyone, even after trying to sneak semen into tampon boxes at Walmart. Wait. Am I power leveling? Shit.
Master Terafan Greydragon, known as Peter Barclay when not eventing, had practiced medieval sports for more than 30 years and ran a website devoted to recreating life in the 14th century, when lance impalements were rather more common than they are today.
Surprisingly, he was an ex-army colonel, married, and father of two daughters as opposed to many of the autists impaled recently while scrounging paper plates at fairgrounds who had been thrown out of basic training, rejected by every potential sex partner, and unable to impregnate anyone, even after trying to sneak semen into tampon boxes at Walmart. Wait. Am I power leveling? Shit.
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How the fuck do you get addicted to marychewanna? Weed highs are boring as fuck after the first couple of times, and it's a very easy habit to just give up on. What a little bitch.
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The modern man everyone. His dad might have stormed the beach at Guadalcanal for all we know. I can't read farther without being overwhelmed by how pathetic he is and feeling consumed by the urge to give this nearly 60 year old man a wedgie. Here's the faggot's picture.
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Thoughts and prayers with the victims and their families.