The comments by septics on Biden's age reek of ageism.

His age is irrelevant. Can he do the fucking job?

Yes?

Then vote for him.

The poor bastard is destroying his retirement, health and twilight years to stop the US falling to fascism and all you can do is whine about his age?

I don't get it?

banter

It won't work. I regularly post banter, irony, sarcasm. But it just gets taken too seriously. People accuse me of having an agenda or seriously believing some of the utterly outlandish things I say.

I'll sa stupid shit like "the Java programming language causes cancer" and people will think I'm fucking SERIOUS?!

The other day I said the VERY obviously unserious: "Only bourgeois homosexuals and gentrified lesbians use Wayland".

Bear in mind I'm gay and my that user account has a rainbow flag in it!

One lesbian found it funny and responded. It was mostly downvoted and it lasted 4hrs before getting deleted and my account banned.

I regularly make comments that are blindingly obvious sarcasm - they use utterly ridiculous sentences like the above about "gentrified lesbians".

Everyone takes them seriously. There's absolutely NO fucking humour allowed unless it follows a VERY stale Reddit-esque meme format that people are used to.

When someone said they tried meth once and hated it I replied "Skill issue".

I was battered by downvotes.

Another example: I puffed on a strong vape for the first time one morning and made a WHIMSICAL post of: "WOW! How is nicotine legal!?" - cos it almost knocked me the fuck out. I wasn't serious!

Dog-piled by people saying - "Yeah well alcohol is legal!" or "What's your endgame here? What's the agenda?!". Or "If this is bait, then you’re pretending to be an idiot. If not, you’re an actual idiot."

What's with assuming the fucking worst of everyone's posts?! What happened to "que sera sera"?

"Yes I’m bragging about fucking my body you well-oiled grape." - -9 downvotes.

"WELL OILED GRAPE!!!" Oh of course I must have absolutely meant that fuckign classic burn. I don't even WTF it would mean if taken seriously.

"But if I dropped you in the Pacific ocean you wouldn’t live long." to a "Hydro Homie" espousing the virtues of water. -8 downvotes (fucking sarcasm!)

"The weight of my intellect is a heavy burden to bear." - Obvious fucking sarcasm -8 downvotes

"Java devs are the reason humanity will never have FTL drives." - -3 downvotes. Java devs really have NO sense of fucking humour.

I refuse on principal to add the brain-dead "/s" bollocks for obvious sarcasm. It's not my problem the world is wet lipped and loose knickered.

The entire fediverse is filled with humourless, miserable, cynical wishy-washy cunts who dont' spot sarcasm irony or anything unless it's written in BIG FUCKING CAPITALS.

THIS IS A FUNNY - DONT TAKE SERIOUSLY

I wish I was taught about the usefulness of maths growing up. When I did A-level with differentition and integration I quickly forgot as I didn't see a point in it.

At about 35 someone mentioned diff and int are useful for loan repayment calculations, savings and mortgages.

Blew my fucking mind cos those are useful!

He's a fucking CHILD!

IRC was so much better than Discord. People are stupid.

This makes me feel sick

I really liked Jordan for a while. I even bought his book (12 Rules of Life).

But he seemed to go a bit mental at some point and I lost interest.

Then I read a massive blog post by one of his former colleagues that said he'd always wanted to establish a church and be a preacher. It all kinda fell into place and I realised he'd always been mental.

Capitalism is starting to feel like a massive piss-take. You've got corps laughing all the way to the bank with billions in profits feeding their employees with fucking potatoes.

Surely something has to give?

I was 'voluntarily' comitted to a psych hospital (UK) about 6yrs ago. I was a recovering heroin addict with a daily pickup prescription of bupronorphine at the time. It took 3 days of begging nurses to fetch/check my prescription requirements before they arrived. By the time they did I was crawling to the fucking medical room to take my tablet.

The nurse exclaimed: "Oh WOW! I've never seen someone change so quickly!"

It got worse...I was comitted to a hospital in a neighbouring NHS Trust rather than my local one due to bed limitations. This meant two things:

1. My psychiatrist was on annual leave and couldn't come to see me in the legally established 2 day maximum wait.
2. No other psychiatrist in that Trust could evaluate me as I was an outside patient.

This meant I was trapped for 7 days when in reality I should have only had to spend 2 days maximum. After 7 days another problem was manifesting. My severe addiction to pregabalin. As the pregabalin in my system wore off I began to experience hallucinations and delusions. So the hospital stay was making me more insane. My bed was a hard wooden block with a faux-leather mattress and sheets on top. It started to melt and hands would grab and punch at me. I paced the corridors listening to the voices of people who didn't exist.

I tried explaining all this to the nurses but as anyone who's been to a mental hospital knows they take anything you say with a pinch of salt. So they ignored my deterioration and doctors still refused to even see me.

On the 7th day the delusions and psychosis were so bad I was taking instructions from 'Wall People' who told me the 'Magic Formula to Escape' was to speak to the "Queen Nurse" and ask to be "released against medical advice".

When I uttered those words a magical thing happened - a doctor appeared with a sheet of paper. He asked some questions, never once giving me eye contact, and filled in his form. All the time this was happening I was seeing wall people trying to bust through the wall to grab me while I 'heard' other patients baying for my blood in the corridor outside.

The form complete I was let out of the front door and given my wallet and keys.

The bus then train home was a nightmare-fuelled Mad Max-like journey with people attacking me and shouting at me. When I got home I immediately ducked into my car and grabbed my pregabalin. Ate a bunch and 20mins later - swoosh - I was sane.

It was the hardest, most horrific shit I've ever gone through and scars me to this day. I'm clean now but I've always told doctors and psychiatrists that if I'm suicidal I'd never tell them because I'd sooner die than be hospitalised. Then they utter the usual phrase "are you a risk to yourself or anyone else". Knowing full well I'm suicidal I say "No, absolutely not".

Barrelling out of a club, mid comedown as the sun is coming up and seeing all the bright and cheery people on a Sunday morning going to church or wherever. You're dressed in flourescent clubbing gear caked in grime and sweat from 8hrs of dancing.

This picture is VERY accurate.

Probably the first pun I've laughed at in 40yrs.