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Cake day: August 8th, 2023

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  • Electoral college is fucking weird

    That you disallow prisoners to vote, but a felon can run as a candidate

    That you end up in situation where there are hours long lines and you don’t have one station per, say, 1000 people at most

    Registering to vote is weird, but that is i understand mostly a consequence of not having countrywide ID standard. In my country you’re automatically registered where you live, and IDs are free of charge and mandatory to have (not driving license or passport. there are fees for these)

    Election isn’t on weekend, there’s zero reason why it couldn’t be or it could be made national holiday. There was even free public transit for election day in my city, but that one was paid by the city

    That some of people (republicans) seem to be into politics in the same way ultras seem to be into football, it’s still fucked up but i’ve seen it in other places so it’s not that weird by now







  • somewhere between 30 and 5 years ago there used to be a thing, a very crass irregular webcomic of extremely low quality, made by a collective that eventually boiled down to two dead inside dudes working in advertising that escaped from ideological armpit of poland into buddhism and syndicalism, and they had like 3 blogs and fb and got locked out of all of them, their badly drawn jpegs lost to link rot and inexorable passage of time

    anyway, they wrote also this, machine translated:

    I have an idea for all these advertising festivals. Not like now, where some fucking ghosts* get awards, which were broadcast somewhere on channel tv9 once at 25:68, created after hours by sad advertisers, who somewhere subconsciously regret finishing this ASP [Academy of Fine Arts] and have to enlarge the logo and call to action. No, my idea is for all advertisements to be broadcast at festivals. Obligatory. Every brand manager, and every advertiser who produced something in a given year - all 10, 15 thousand people will be herded into one hall, everyone will be tied to a chair, they will get a tasteful, metal harness for eyes and ears like in A Clockwork Orange and we will start.

    We are running a marathon without a break for peeing. We watch all your achievements, television, radio, internet, print. New media. A radio show about urinary incontinence? There it goes, in a loop. TVC where your shitty soda is love and solves the problems of racist violence? In all versions 45, 30 and 15 seconds and the storytelling 3:20. Then a short break for advertising banners obscuring reality. Buy. Buy. Buy. Billboards on quick assembly. Yogurt that loves children. Bathroom furniture assembled on Amiga with overcompressed, screaming voiceover. Shitty content on Facebook, where brands take long-dead memes from the trash can of history and shittily stick their logos on them.

    A special section where we exclusively assemble warnings consult a pharmacist and it goes at 130 dB to the entire room. With boosted treble. If you go deaf, we’ll cure you, bitch, if you faint, we’ll revive you. If you die, you win. Maybe after the awards at this festival they would think more about what they are doing. Maybe we would finally stop wondering who came first: the stupid message or the stupid recipient. Maybe there would be no one left to revive (15,000 won! for a total sum of - ).

    The award would be not to “win”, but you try so hard all year long that you have no chance. #dreams.

    • works that prove to you that you still have some value, and that your thinking is needed (I’ll give you a hint - it isn’t)