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Cake day: June 22nd, 2023

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  • Yup, agreed. But I think if we ever get accurate history written, Stephen Miller will be shown to have been the near-sole driver of the worst excesses and authoritarian moves right now.

    There have been multiple leaks that he effectively controls the DOJ and DHS priorities, is setting ICE procedure and targets, all while Wormtonguing Trump on policy. Trump has effectively lost his higher brain functions and is an Id in a body, Noem, Bondi and Patel are just there to be close to power, the grift and the photo ops, and nobody else in Trump’s orbit has the agenda Miller has.






  • It’s thinking through and planning random things for the most part. It could be a work-related issue, or a random thing I just realized I had an idea about how to do better than I had planned, or a specifically-worded challenging google search I need to do to troubleshoot something.

    The thoughts themselves aren’t usually high-stress, but my brain starts working on them regardless. Strategies to take my attention off of them might work for a time (counting, imagining a journey, etc), but even if I fall asleep I wake right back up soon enough. I suspect right now the main mental issue is symptoms of burnout, but I have physical eye dryness issues layered on it (all being separately worked on with different specialists - tried all the drops, treatments, strategies…).

    I could go on and on, but thanks, exhausting myself during the day is not a bad idea all things considered. At least it may reduce my physical capacity to wake up.






  • The hands slowly travel forward, traced the spongy arms, past the Punisher patch Agent Ross bought in bulk, with a playful but commanding tickle he feels even through his heavy Minnesota-winter coat.

    But it wasn’t the weather that makes Agent Ross shiver as the instructor, his ample belly pressing close against his back, whispers in his ear, “Looks like you missed our little bundle of joy there, agent. Now how do you think Kristi would feel about that?”

    “N… Not too good,” Agent Ross stammers, the closeness he had been imagining for weeks clouding his brain.

    “That’s right, worm - and here they told me your IQ made you a walking vegetable, you just keep right on surprising me,” the instructor breathes. “Well don’t get cocky now, Daddy still needs his martial law. And how do you think we get there, agent? What’s going to get those libs rioting in the street?”

    The feeling of the instructor’s domination is exactly like his fantasy. Yes! This is why he joined ICE. He realizes he hasn’t felt this happy since he found his wife in bed with his best friend.

    “L… Leave no survivors, sir?” Agent Ross knows he should have sounded more confident, but it takes everything just to get the words out.

    “That’s right, agent. Now let papa help you,” the instructor coos as his hands cover Agent Ross’s and their dappled cheeks press together to line up the sights. Together their uncalloused, pudgy fingertips barely squeeze under the trigger guard, and they fire a single shot through the target baby’s head. “Now there’s our hero. See, that wasn’t so hard. One less NPC. Don’t forget to flee the scene, those animals can get rowdy after. Now let’s see if that flapping meat hole of yours can take as good as it gi-”

    … Is basically how imagine their training went.