EugeneDebs

In 1962, McNamara supported a plan for mass spraying of the rice fields with herbicides in the Phu Yen mountains to starve the Viet Cong out, a plan that was only stopped when W. Averell Harriman pointed out to Kennedy that the ensuing famine would kill thousands of innocent people.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_McNamara#cite_ref-FOOTNOTELangguth20001963_48-0

I think that's the key: we're all in this together. We're human beings, we're all trying to figure this out, we all have problems, we're all doing this at the same time. It's really confusing and really hard, but we'll figure it out together. You can't achieve anything entirely by yourself. Support systems are the core of human existence. In our connections with other people, we make each other stronger, happier, and more successful in reaching our goal of a better world.

...what passes for hip cynical transcendence of sentiment is really some kind of fear of being really human, since to be really human [...] is probably to be unavoidably sentimental and naive and goo-prone and generally pathetic...

• David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

I really connect with this line, I think it's really easy, and "cool" to be a cynic, but to be sincere, is to be vulnerable, and it's really hard, but ultimately, is a more honest representation of the human condition.

I saw Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez at a grocery store in Brooklyn yesterday. I told her how cool it was to meet her in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother her and ask her for photos of feet or anything.

She said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?”

I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but she kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing her hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard her chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw her trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in her hands without paying.

The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Congresswoman, you need to pay for those first.” At first she kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.

When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, she stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, she kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.