I don't trust that link.
The definition of genocide originally included cultural erasure, but it was vetoed by the U.S and some other countries because they would be guilty of genocide themselves.
All of these are pretty old though.
The original definition of genocide was meant to include cultural erasure, but that was vetoed by the USA and other countries since they would be guilty of genocide themselves.
I think they meant the advocation for it, though the wording is a bit off.
Glitch-Soc is still around?
As long as local backups don’t go away this looks fine.
As long as local backups don't go away this looks fine.
If two people share a keyboard they'll be able to code faster.
Am I what?
Edit: Oh, you mean if I am sorry, well, I'm sorry I can't phrase it properly.
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Its real somehow: https://xcancel.com/Shedletsky/status/1886563357249212846#m
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A tweet by Jon sheletsky (@shedletsky) saying "Silicon Valley built the modern world. Why shouldn't we run it?. The tweet has 658k views, 70 bookmarks, 70 likes, 460 retweets/quotes and 694 replies. It was posted at 6:52 PM, 2/3/25.
cross-posted from: https://lemmy.dbzer0.com/post/46792311
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A tumblr post by "dicewithellen". It shows a picture of ellen degeneres and it says "Its time to play dice... with Ellen!".It has a reblog by "fuckersupreme" saying: Man, fucking Ellen. Every so often she rings me up or shoots me a text asking if I wanna play dice with her and every so often I start to try to say no, but she fucking picks up on that so fast and her fun quirky demeanor drops. No longer laughing and being bubbly, she starts to remind me of the file she has in her possession that would simply ruin me if it fell into the wrong hands. And so with tears in my eyes is reluctantly agree to play dice with Ellen. It’s always in a back alley behind some strip mall. Gross and rank. Ellen hunched over a damp piece of cardboard she uses to roll her dice on. I always ask Ellen, I say Ellen you’re so rich and famous, can’t we please play dice in like a highrise penthouse or something? Thinking of the nice all you can eat buffet that would surely be there. All highrise penthouses have all you eat buffets. I’m pretty sure it’s like some sort of requirement. If I’m going play fucking dice with Ellen, let me at least get my fill on some slightly warmer than room temp fries. But she always just grunts a no, and then rolls her dice, not looking at me at all. And holy shit, I’m not a man who believes in luck but… Ellen is turning me into a believer because she has to be the unluckiest person in the world. Every role she does, pure shit. I don’t even really know how to play dice but fuck, I play like some kinda world champ when I play with her. And fuck, her goddamn temper. It doesn’t take much to set her off. Screaming and shouting and huffing and puffing. This fucking back alley we play in has a number of cracks in the walls from her just pounding her fists into them after each of my rolls. Fucking cracks. Brick walls. Fucking cracks. At the end of the game when I inevitably beat her, she pulls out a knife and just slices or stabs me before running off into the shadows to go fucking goofy white lady dance as she interviews Channing Tatum or something, fuck!
And holy shit, speak of the devil, would you look at this…"
It has an attachment of a text message saying: "Hey punk! Punk, where are you?"
"Please Elen..." "Cool pic of me showing famous actor chris pratt your secret. See him laughing like that? He couldn't stop. Wonder how other people would react. hmmm."
It continues, saying: "So I guess I’m playing dice tonight, and then paying the hospital a visit to attend to my future stab wounds. But I guess it bets the alternative of having people find out I sit on the toilet backwards, god how embarrassing."
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A tumblr post by "dicewithellen". It shows a picture of ellen degeneres and it says "Its time to play dice... with Ellen!".
It has a reblog by "fuckersupreme" saying: Man, fucking Ellen. Every so often she rings me up or shoots me a text asking if I wanna play dice with her and every so often I start to try to say no, but she fucking picks up on that so fast and her fun quirky demeanor drops. No longer laughing and being bubbly, she starts to remind me of the file she has in her possession that would simply ruin me if it fell into the wrong hands. And so with tears in my eyes is reluctantly agree to play dice with Ellen. It’s always in a back alley behind some strip mall. Gross and rank. Ellen hunched over a damp piece of cardboard she uses to roll her dice on. I always ask Ellen, I say Ellen you’re so rich and famous, can’t we please play dice in like a highrise penthouse or something? Thinking of the nice all you can eat buffet that would surely be there. All highrise penthouses have all you eat buffets. I’m pretty sure it’s like some sort of requirement. If I’m going play fucking dice with Ellen, let me at least get my fill on some slightly warmer than room temp fries. But she always just grunts a no, and then rolls her dice, not looking at me at all. And holy shit, I’m not a man who believes in luck but… Ellen is turning me into a believer because she has to be the unluckiest person in the world. Every role she does, pure shit. I don’t even really know how to play dice but fuck, I play like some kinda world champ when I play with her. And fuck, her goddamn temper. It doesn’t take much to set her off. Screaming and shouting and huffing and puffing. This fucking back alley we play in has a number of cracks in the walls from her just pounding her fists into them after each of my rolls. Fucking cracks. Brick walls. Fucking cracks. At the end of the game when I inevitably beat her, she pulls out a knife and just slices or stabs me before running off into the shadows to go fucking goofy white lady dance as she interviews Channing Tatum or something, fuck!
And holy shit, speak of the devil, would you look at this…"
It has an attachment of a text message saying: "Hey punk! Punk, where are you?"
"Please Elen..." "Cool pic of me showing famous actor chris pratt your secret. See him laughing like that? He couldn't stop. Wonder how other people would react. hmmm."
It continues, saying: "So I guess I’m playing dice tonight, and then paying the hospital a visit to attend to my future stab wounds. But I guess it bets the alternative of having people find out I sit on the toilet backwards, god how embarrassing."
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A tumblr post by staff on oct 15, 2013. It says "for april fools we're deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits"
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Interesting, https://suyu.dev/ warns against doing it.