“Would you like to make a donation to our corporate tax bill?”
Never give em a cent. They make enough money to donate themselves if they want the tax benefits of charity, and you can always donate directly to charity without it being laundered through some corporation that is literally only doing it because they get to claim YOUR charity on their taxes that way.
Surely they’ll forget about bread if the circus is entertaining enough, right?
Good on you. It takes courage to admit to something like that and to move in a direction you believe is right despite your upbringing. I’m in a situation with some similarities to yours, and while im still coming to terms with things and not ready to talk about it yet I want you to know that you posting your story and owning your mistakes is inspiring
What is the charge? Eating a meal? A succulent fascist meal? Get your hands off my florida!
More peppers more better, ya know? I’ve got a neighbor who grows them and she spoils me whenever she needs an oil change or something like that, haha
Looks delicious! I absolutely love chili as a vehicle to use ingredients I need to get out of my fridge/pantry. I made a white chili this weekend with miso paste; adding red miso to beef chili is so good that I consider it a core chili ingredient, but I dont think light miso in white chili worked that well. Other main ingredients were chicken thigh, bacon, white beans, poblanos, cowhorns, chipotles, serranos, tomatoes and cumin
I learned from a few years of working with deep south boomer narcissists that you can basically own their budget if you know how to make them think your idea was their idea, and its not hard at all to do that.
“Hey <Boomer>, remember when you brought up <idea>? (They don’t remember because it’s actually your novel idea, but they’ll never admit that.) I think your <idea> would be really great because [some reason with numbers, jargon, and the word man-hours]”
Seriously. It works almost as well as being an attractive young woman in terms of how much it lets you manipulate them (which is creepy on its face, but I’ve got mad respect for the women I’ve worked with who knew how to exploit boomer creepiness into puppeteering them)
Loved catholic school. I never went, but there was a catholic school near my highschool and my horny bicurious (at the time) teenage self benefited greatly from it
Coming back to the civilian world is hard as fuck, especially if you woke up during your time with the military. You get home and people call you a hero for what amounts to crimes against humanity, and if you try to explain the horror to them you get labeled crazy and dangerous. Nobody wants to hear that their government is run by mass murdering psychopaths and nobody wants to believe that “defense” is a myth that tricked their friends/family into participating in said mass murder. I was lucky enough to have the financial and emotional support to spend a year just working on myself, but i still have times where something will remind me of what I’ve seen and been part of and all I can do is hide myself and cry, and it still makes me uncomfortably furious when I hear people who have never experienced meaningful violence in their lives wish it upon others. I completely understand why some people who get home and immediately have to work to survive turn to a career with people who can at least understand/accept them and their trauma. It can feel like the only other option is isolation until inevitable suicide.
Warm some sour cream, mix it with enough yellow curry powder that it starts to look a bit like light mustard. That sauce on top of white rice got me through undergrad, and it’s also good on food that costs money