I want tree_ to take down his Elon Musk avatar

[Dev]

We've had tough guy alpha dog Dev. We've had unhinged woke Dev.

Now is time for portly, enlightened centrist Dev.

I feel like I could do any shtick imaginable.

I picture this and all dev posts made in a dark room by a slouched hoodie garbed loner. Maybe there's a monster energy can nearby too.

I don't like energy drinks at all. Disgusting.

[epilogue]

I work with a repulsive fat white girl who is all the woke things you guys hate. do you I convert to the right because of her? No, I fight to redefine what I want the left to be.

Hard-hitting insight dev. How are you fighting exactly?

I don't like your tone. are you following my work on this board? the point is I stand up for progressive ideals I believe in, while remaining rational, and discard leftist arguments that I find problematic or overzealous.

Too bad body shaming isn't something you find problematic.

It is. I hated that recent Jordan Peterson post.

And yet

[BurtReynolds]

What's this i hear about dev bodyshaming? It's this true, dev?

[macphisto]

I feel like a full on meltdown is imminent. Anticipation intensifies.

[Ello Sailor]

Yeah, but the problem is you guys are always warring against the extremists on the left.

Such a drama queen. I'm not warring against anyone, or anything.

Go touch some grass, homie.

[Dev]

I work with a repulsive fat white girl who is all the woke things you guys hate. do you I convert to the right because of her? No, I fight to redefine what I want the left to be.

Hard-hitting insight dev. How are you fighting exactly?

I don't like your tone. are you following my work on this board? the point is I stand up for progressive ideals I believe in, while remaining rational, and discard leftist arguments that I find problematic or overzealous.

Too bad body shaming isn't something you find problematic.

It is. I hated that recent Jordan Peterson post.

And yet

I guess I shouldn't have said that. It wasn't the most egregious example of body shaming though either but yeah, I had reservations when I made the post. But also the post was worded a certain way for effect. Like the right wingers always characterize the "blue haired lesbian" a certain way and I was trying to reach them with that post/be artful. It's complicated. I'm trying to open dialogue with these guys. I don't see you reforming anyone!

[washing machine]

never change, dev

[Dev]

Yeah, but the problem is you guys are always warring against the extremists on the left.

Such a drama queen. I'm not warring against anyone, or anything.

Go touch some grass, homie.

Whatever. I am characterizing your whole group which is so worried about the woke. It's bullshit.

But then I get it. I just got called out by Durden. You think that doesn't make my blood boil. It sucks getting politically corrected. Especially when it feels so unfair. He doesn't know how awful my coworker is. Yet here he is critizing me for referring to her in disparging terms? I get it, boys. I feel your frustration. But he's right. I shouldn't have gone there. So I will accept his criticism.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Ello Sailor]

It has potential.

[Jorge]

Dev is legitimately the best poster we've ever had. Damn him

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Jorge]

Every period of game-changing creative adventurousness elicits some derision from a certain type of traditionalist detractor. These are always eventually proven to be wrong with the benefit of hindsight

[washing machine]

I'd argue that tree_ ok increasingly does the thing better than him, but he's up there.

[Dev]

Every period of game-changing creative adventurousness elicits some derision from a certain type of traditionalist detractor. These are always eventually proven to be wrong with the benefit of hindsight

lol ty

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Ms Harmless]

"repulsive fat girl"

fucking A Dev

[BurtReynolds]

He didn't say she was repulsive BECAUSE she was fat. Maybe she just has a bad attitude?

[Dev]

He didn't say she was repulsive BECAUSE she was fat. Maybe she just has a bad attitude?

Horrible attitude. And yes not repulsive because fat. Bad person.

[BurtReynolds]

I didn't read anything bad into that. It's clearly just a list of two independent traits that have nothing to do with each other.