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Nope. I was on reddit for like 14 years and I couldn’t tell you what my karma was because I cared so little about it. I paid a little attention to up votes and that’s about it.

Respectfully, you clearly don’t know how I meant it.

I am biased against Israel because I do not judge it impartially. I tend to assume the worst about it (which I believe is justified through many years of reading about the awful, awful shit it does to people), in a decision about which side gets the benefit of the doubt in some matter I will never give it to Israel, and I am disinclined to believe pretty much anything it says, even after I filter out the propaganda.

If that’s not bias then apparently we’re using different dictionaries. Try this one.

Judging from the number of downvotes my comment got, I guess I am too now.

And yeah, I’ve been calling it a genocide for more than a year now, but even I know not to take such a biased source’s word without some corroborating reporting from elsewhere.

Yup, I get seize backwards a lot cause it violates the i before e except after c rule.

This. Been doing this for decades and it’s great. Still fuck certain words up for some reason tho. Separate, people, etc.

Then it’s a good thing I wasn’t asking for unbiased reporting. What I asked for was more reporting, because I would like to verify it with multiple sources. Unbiased reporting doesn’t exist, but there is in fact an unbiased (or at least minimally-biased) version of the news itself, and the most reliable way to get there is to hit a subject from multiple angles. If the people who love Israel are also complaining about it then it’s safe to say it’s legit, for example.

“I don’t believe you because I’m offended by your tone” is miles away from “I don’t believe you because I haven’t seen enough evidence”.

It’s neither of those: it’s I want to believe you, but you’re the only person I’ve seen mention this and I want to make sure it’s legit by hearing it from multiple sources.

Did you not catch this part?

which, fair enough, that describes me too

I am also biased against Israel, for what I feel ought to be some pretty self-evident reasons. Reading comprehension in the replies to my comment has been surprisingly low.

Also can’t take anyone seriously who can’t read the comment they’re replying to.

Did you not catch this part?

which, fair enough, that describes me too

I am also biased against Israel, for what I feel ought to be some pretty self-evident reasons, but a single highly biased source reporting something is not news.

Fortunately, they link to the original material.

Yeah, fair enough, I just wasn’t up for reading the ~50 page report myself to find out if what they said was true.

If this is true then that’s great news. Unfortunately the article seems to have been written by someone who is very clearly biased against Israel and not ashamed of airing that dirty laundry in public (which, fair enough, that describes me too, but I wouldn’t trust me to write an unbiased article on the subject either) so I can’t take this single source’s word on it. I’ll definitely keep an ear out in case any more reporting gets done on it from elsewhere.

Edit: To the people downvoting and replying to this: please read past the ‘biased against Israel’ part - especially to the bit where I say that I am also biased against Israel - before assuming that I’m some pro-Israel shill here.

You would probably enjoy 3Blue1Brown’s videos. He explains math, including some very advanced math concepts, in a very simple and accessible visual way that even I can understand.

In my case because I was in gifted classes so I got this idea that I was just brilliant and never needed to study for anything. Then as soon as a subject got hard enough for me to not ace it without effort I just quit instead of knuckling down and doing the work. Math was the only subject where I truly ran into a wall cause some of that stuff is just not at all intuitive, it’s loaded down with obscure rules and memorization, etc.

It felt less like instruction on how to use a vital tool to make my life easier and more like someone was intentionally making my life harder by making me learn math. It’s like someone came up to me and said ‘Oh, you’re walking 10 miles uphill? Here, since you’re going this way, carry this 40lb rock with you. it’ll be real useful at the end, trust me bro.’ And I was like ‘This is already a hard enough walk, the fuck am I carrying this rock for?’ so I set it down.

I have since picked some of it back up, and I now recognize the utility of learning it and wish I’d learned it when I was younger cause it’s even harder now.

I’d go to the world of The Culture. Fully automated luxury gay space communism, immortality, the works. The only problem is figuring out how to put my ‘real world’ self into a permanent coma so I can stay there.

Reddit admins started getting quite a bit more fashy banning people for even just upvoting certain stuff. I got caught up in that and hit with a bullshit temp ban, then before it got lifted on appeal I got hit with a total bullshit perma ban. It was also lifted on appeal, but by that point I was fed up and went looking for alternatives. I still use reddit a tiny bit, mostly posting questions on subs there when there isn’t a community here or there is but it has like 12 members and hasn’t seen a post in 3 months or whatever.

I had a series of dreams over the course of about 15 years that all took place in some (presumably fictional) town. I don’t really remember most of them anymore save the last one (which involved the FBI building a huge facility on the east side of town because they were investigating everyone in town for some reason, along with some more nefarious stuff.)

But what’s weird is that, more than a decade since the last dream, I still remember numerous very clear details about that town. I can tell you which streets I’ve lived on in it, who my neighbors were, what kind of vehicles they drove, where they worked or went to school, even stuff like the fact that my neighbor to the west (on the corner) in the 2nd house I lived in had an 11 year old son named Bobby who had Down’s syndrome. It’s like I lived there for years and years and knew everyone (it’s a pretty small town), only none of it or them actually exists outside of my brain.

I once dreamed that I was going to visit my parents and their neighborhood had turned into a cross between a zombie apocalypse and a warzone, there were gangs running around cutting people up in the streets and shit. I was dodging all these crazy people and managed to find one house that looked normal amidst the choas and carnage and was hiding behind a tree in the yard when some guy came up to me and was like ‘Oh hey mister, you don’t want to be hiding here, the folks who live here don’t take kindly to that sort of thing.’ Come to find out the house was owned by my parents, and when the guy found out that’s who I came to visit he was like ‘Oh shit you’re with them?! All of this is their fault! Fuck you man!’ and tried to attack me, but I woke up.

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I used to have very intense, vivid dreams when I was younger, some of them were like watching a movie. I remember most of them still, but one in particular sticks with me.

I dreamed about these monsters called blood-bats that were ~3’ tall, squat, red-skinned, winged monsters with 3 big black claws on each hand. They would claw people and leave long, white lines on their flesh, draining them of blood and also the will to live. I dreamed I had gone to Marrakesh (for some reason) and the streets were filled with people who all had these marks on their arms or chest or whatever, and they were all just shuffling around like they were zombies, staring at the ground, etc. They were all kind of moving in one direction, so I pushed through the crowd in that direction and eventually discovered a palace that appeared to be their destination. Inside the palace was this long, wide great hall that was lined by these little booths that each had a priest of some religion or other in it. The people were all lining up to go into the booth of their choosing where they would kneel on a small carpet, the priest would bless them, and they would collapse and a pair of orderlies would put them in a body bag and carry them away.

I was determined to find out what was really going on here, why all these people appeared to be grimly shuffling off to their ultimate demise, so I skipped out of the line and found myself in an elevator. As the elevator started going down one of the creatures came in through the hatch in the ceiling and attacked me, but I managed to fight it off without getting clawed and it fled. Pretty soon the elevator stopped and the door opened and I found myself in this vast open warehouse-like structure filled with thousands of hospital beds, each one with one of these creatures on it. There was an old man pushing a cart around from bed to bed checking on them. I approached and asked him what the shit was going on and he explained that these creatures were from another dimension, that they traveled between dimensions hunting sapient life to drain as a food source. The way they hop dimensions is they make someone where they want to go dream about them - usually only a few at most - and then when that person wakes up the ones they dreamed of would exist in that reality.

As soon as the old man finished telling me this I realized that I was dreaming and was about to wake up, only I wasn’t dreaming about 3-4 of these guys, I was dreaming about the entire race. In those hazy few seconds between being fully engaged in the dream and fully awake I was frantically searching around both the dreamscape and my bedroom for anything sharp that I could use to kill myself before I woke up and brought all of them here. Fortunately reality reasserted itself in pretty short order, but that handful of seconds might’ve been the most scared I’ve ever been.

I’m not burning to have a conversation with any celebrity in person, but I’d probably pick some famous philosopher or scientist or something so that the conversation would at least be interesting.

Which is a big part of why I never got into comics. I didn’t read them as a kid, and as an adult it seems like I’d have to sift through too much reality- (or at least immersion-) breaking nonsense.