My sword
My sheild
The tool I wield
My sapient quicksilver sword
A friend
A fool
A companion true
My sapient quicksilver sword

A sword in a hand
Anouther in the sand

You can't fight the wind
With power but no love

A glare in the eye
A moment 'til I die

You can't fight the wind
When all you have is love

The cost of my life
A splinter in their eye

You can fight the wind
Charge your sword with love

Arise with a cry
Ten thousand by my side

You can kill the wind
Together in love

6am. Breakfast. One egg, rasher of bacon, thick toast, coffee. Calories- 350.

8am. Second breakfast. Beans, pancakes, sausage, strong tea. Calories- 260.

10am. Brunch. Mimosa, grapefruit. Calories- 210.

12pm. Lunch. Sandwich and half soup/salad, cider. Calories- 650.

2pm. Tea time. Tea and teacakes or crumpets. Calories- 180.

4pm. Brillig. Remaining half of salad or soup, cakes with jam, mulled wine mixed with tea. Calories- 320.

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How do people learn how to walk?

They put themselves in the most unstable, uncomfortable orientation nature might provide. Then they fall.

And then they do it again.

And, sooner or later, they eventually learn to fall twice before they hit the ground. Then three times. then four.

Until they can fall with each footstep forever, juggling themselves indefinitely. Until they can land on their feet and balance themselves like a pencil on end.

Let me just be clear:

I support yeeting Nazis. Not doing that is how you get Nazis, and half the reason the world is on fire right now.

Yeeting Nazis doesn't have to have a slippery slope to other things. It's the same reason you can allow ponies and still ban IRL CP. One is fictional, the other is real.

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I have a sword,
I have a shield,
And I Have A S.A.B.R.
I have all the weapons of the L.O.R.D.s

I have hope,
I have charm,
I have strange,
and I'm able
to chill them or turn them torrid.

But for all I can do
I'm disabled, bound by you.
By your smile like a childs,
by your will and your words.

In the grocer
pureness
is measured by the number of wrappers.

A package in a package in a package in a wrapper.

To shame and shackle the
poor (comma?)
fools.

They trick you, in the grocer.

Unwrapped, warm, ready to eat
sold by the pound
just like Grandma made-

Not like those three and four times wrapped frozen dinners-

it sits between the most packaged things
to be bought together, despite the lie:
here we have unwrapped it for you, pretend it's pure.

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So, I've talked about Utilitarianism a bit. So, here's a place to get it out of the forums. I've been pushing the idea of logistic scaling and independently sorting harm and utility. This seems to solve all the classical issues with utilitarianism, at least all the ones I am aware of. So, discuss! Or, see if you can stump me.

9/11 update:

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