A lot of people in France seem to think it would be morally just to support resistance fighters, even if it can be proven they actually did murder Nazis, because said Nazis were contributing to the deaths of many people by fighting for the German war machine and Nazism.

I think those French people have a deficient understanding or appreciation of the necessity for the rule of law. More likely, I think they’re just running on their own emotions, which is bad thinking.

If Nazis are indeed guilty of these crimes, what the resistance fighters did is execute vigilante justice. While some might feel that what they did was justified, what’s not justified is the act of vigilante justice itself; that is, the decision to take the law into your own hands. That is morally wrong on its own and constitutes a major threat to society.

If they did it, they should absolutely not go free; no matter how much I or anyone else approves of the fate their targets met, the fact of the matter is that they should have met that fate at the end of a fair trial, not a resistance fighter’s bullet. If you open the door for vigilante justice in one case, you open it up in all cases. It is categorically incompatible with any justice system.

Happened even faster than I thought lol.

I’m sorry to say.

Double wield those penguins, babyyy!!!

Don’t you just hate it when you slip on a banana peel and accidentally sieg heil? Soooo awkward when that happens.

It was free at my college, at least, way back in the day. Honor system, they probably charge now.

As an IT person, I’m consistently amazed at what people will do on their work computers if allowed.

People log into all their social media accounts, save credit card info for online shopping, save personal passwords, make doctors appointments, etc.

As for weirdest? I was working on a woman’s work PC years ago and her desktop was filled with a bunch of boomer-style pro Trump memes. She was logged into her Facebook account on the PC and was downloading them onto her desktop and then presumably posting them to FB. It was stuff like, “I’m a proud Trump girl!” With a picture of a Minion in front of an American flag. Classic cringey boomer stuff.

Another weird one: In college, I once saw a girl using one of the library color printers to print an entire recipe book. Like with full color pictures and everything. The whole thing looked like it was several hundred pages thick, absolutely huge. The library had a sign right above the printers that requested students not print more than 20 pages in full color, so RIP to their toner on that one lol.

Yeah, lots a poor choices on that job. I was a young guy who didn’t know anything, the other guy had a reputation for doing some stupid stuff I found out later.

The company was sketchy as hell, all kinds of crazy stuff happened on a weekly basis. Let’s just say I’m happy I’m in IT now lol.

Was working with a guy taking turns driving one of those large, extendable forklifts.

We were lifting multi-ton concrete blocks into place on a makeshift wall being used for a large ice salt depot for front loaders.

I was standing up on the wall, helping the other guy guide the blocks onto each other. He set one of the blocks on the others and we both noticed that it was slightly uneven, the guide groves weren’t perfectly matching up, so the block was crooked.

No problem, he backed up a few feet, and then slowly and gently guided one of the forks against the crooked block, trying to push it on one side to straighten it out.

Neither of us noticed that the crooked block was wedged against one of the other blocks on the back side.

He keeps pressing with the fork, slowly pushing harder until, bang!! a sound like a gunshot goes off. I flinch and jump backwards, not sure what just happened. The other guy yells, “Get Down!! Cover your head!!”

I throw myself against the interior wall of the depot, grab onto my hardhat tightly and crunch down in a ball, glancing around trying to see what just happened.

A second or two later I hear a faint but heavy, “thud.” The pressure from the fork shoving that concrete block while it was wedged against the other blocks had caused a chunk of concrete about the size of a bowling ball to break off and explode into into the air, probably 80+ feet.

The thud was it hitting the ground about 50 feet away. It made a nice little crater in the dirt. Would have certainly killed me if it had come down right on my head. Definitely got some pucker factor from that one.

If this is a magical entity, then I would just tell it to give me $100 for every $1,000,000 I use for charitable work that doesn’t directly benefit me.

If I give away $1,000,000 100,000 times, that’s 100 billion dollars of charitable work. And my net worth would “only” be 10 million dollars, certainly wealthy, but not idiotically wealthy. Plenty for me to invest and have doctor money levels of passive income, but only by giving away the vast vast majority of the money I get.

Or I guess I could just ask the entity to cap my net worth at 10 million dollars, and only give me that money when I have given away some arbitrary amount of money it gives me, like 500 billion dollars or something, Idk.

…“I’ll tell you what I’d do, man”…

Burglar says houses, “shouldn’t be so easy to break into.”

Oh yes, I know that experience well. I’ve had to excuse myself to discretely take another pill many times.

Yep! And I can’t direct it either, which is also super frustrating. If I’m productive, it’s always in a direction my brain wants to go, not where I actually need to be productive.

Saluton! That’s really cool! And yeah, I’ve heard the same, not sure about that.

It isn’t just “struggling to focus.” The same way that depression isn’t just “being sad” and anxiety disorder isn’t just “getting nervous.”

When my ADHD is at its worst, I literally become almost illiterate. As in, I read a single sentence, and by the time I finish the last few words, I have completely forgotten the rest of the sentence.

I have to read that sentence 4-6 times over and over before I actually comprehend what the meaning is. The words are being sounded out in my head, but my brain doesn’t store them in short term memory, and certainly not into long term memory.

My brain is too busy processing random other things to dedicate enough attention to the thing I am trying to read. And I’m not taking about Shakespeare or Tolstoy, I’m talking about trying to read a basic email from my manager.

Imagine the feeling you had when you were in school struggling with your toughest subject. Maybe it was math, maybe chemistry, whatever. Remember what it was like when you were focusing as hard as you could to solve a problem on an exam or a homework assignment. Remember that feeling of mental exhaustion? Where it felt like your head actually hurt, you were physically tired from how hard you were focusing? Maybe for the next hour, perhaps even the rest of the day, you couldn’t think hard about anything else?

Well that’s how I feel doing the majority of trivial tasks I have to do all the time. Getting dressed, brushing my teeth, making breakfast, getting my work bag together, remembering to cash a check or pick up a few groceries. Working out, texting back a friend, responding to emails, scheduling a doctor’s appointment, etc.

I start the day mentally exhausted and foggy, and I end the day even more so. And most of the things that nuro-typical folks do without hardly a thought, I have to expend final calculus 3 exam effort to do.

The most frustrating part? Sometimes, seemingly at random, my brain will just kick into gear and I will be able to focus on something for hours without any effort at all. I can’t seem to cause it to happen, I don’t know where it comes from. But on those rare days, I am a god. It actually makes me depressed, because I always think, “if I could be like this just 25% of the time, I would be unstoppable.”

Good riddance.

Damn, disappointing.

SEC for thee, but not for me.

It would be hilarious if the accelerated aging from the supplement undid all the progress he made from all the other stuff lol.