@ChristinaTasty At the end of the day, the problem is this: Tim Schafer is great at actually making video games, but he's dogshit at being an executive. If Double Fine goes under, I do hope he gets picked up elsewhere, and whoever hires him rides his ass about actually being done on time.
The misuse of the concept of "coding" has destroyed so much discourse and warped so many people's minds
Because most of the time people use it to validate their very subjective interpretation of a piece of art
"I see orcs as black people" = subjective, weak, easy to pick apart
"orcs are black coded" = objective, strong, harder to counter
"I see this character as a child" becomes "this character is child coded"
"I see goblins as Jews" becomes "goblins are Jewish coded" etc.
"I'm touch-starved" becomes "Every single friendship between two characters of the same sex is secretly queer coded"
"I'm a narcissist with validation issues" becomes "Every single gender-non-conforming character is trans coded"
But the fact remains that more often than not, by a massive margin, this is still your subjective interpretation of the art, you've just couched it in stronger terms, for the sake of making it harder to argue against
And, again far more often than not, the reasoning is pure Rorschach test level bullshit, whether you're just primed to get mad over something or just wanting to culturally colonise something, or motivated reasoning to the point of schizophrenia (e.g. It doesn't feel like something exists, but because it doesn't exist, means that it does exist)
The irony being that, if you use this play, you must sacrifice the "all art is subjective" argument, because the two are irreconcilable
You don't get to say that all interpretations of a piece of work are valid and at the same time that your apophenia overrules someone else's meaningful, reasoned analysis of the actual content of the work
Of course when you press them in it they will crumble and admit that it is just interpretation or headcanon
At which point they use "all art is subjective" as a shield, because none of this was never about anything but whatever makes them feel good and forcing you to accept it
Iโd rather every brown kid in a country they donโt belong in live in fear than white kids be replaced in their own countries.
Fuck you. Fuck those kids.
Itโs reconquering time and youโre all going home.
A deported man might try to come back.
A dead man will never.
Donโt let them leave Europe.
The smoke of their burning bodies shall decorate the sky as confirmation of the covenant between us and God.
I lived in Bolivia for two years. One of the cities I lived in was Cobija. One night, in Cobija, my friend and I were walking home when a Bolivian police officer got into an accident with a man that was on a motorcycle.
I ran over to try to help the man who was on the motorcycle, but Iโll never forget the officer yelling at the man about how the accident was his fault and then yelling at me for intervening.
In Bolivia, as in most third world countries, people donโt rush to help when this stuff happens. They become bystanders and observers, refusing to intervene or provide assistance. Some of the people around that night joined in on yelling at me as I called out for people to get an ambulance. One eventually made it because my friend had a phone and made the call, but it was too late.
That night, a stranger bled out and died in my armsโa foreignerโas his fellow countrymen yelled at him and watched him die.
People in the United States and across the West donโt understand the cultures and people that are being imported into our countries. The third world isnโt civilized, itโs not some wondrous place with people who have unlimited potential or hold similar worldviews to us. The third world is a dog-eat-dog world. People are literally scraping by and trying to survive. It wires people differently than the way we are wired.
As the West fails to deport the third world, it will become the third world. And mass deportations truly are the only peaceful answer if we want to stop the attempted beheadings, the rapes, the vandalism, the fraud, the homelessness, etc.
Some might find this sentiment cruel, but itโs not. Whatโs cruel is allowing the greatest civilization in the world, which your children and grandchildren should inherit, fall into an unrecognizable state of being.
The moment blacks realize they can't get what they want, they run crying to White Teacher Lady.
They all do this. The fat black negresse spitting vile venom turns into the rubenesque, down-on-her-luck singlemammie trying to make ends meet.
The violent nigger criminal turns into the mentally incompetent victim of circumstance.
The big money playa with 7 companies and stacks of cash becomes the befuddled entrepreneur, duped by the system and The Man.
The gun waving nigglet becomes the poor little orphan that fell through the cracks.
Each of these specimens, when they run out of breath and realize no one is buying the charade, whips their melon head back n forth, searching, seeking, desperately scouting for that soft White skin, the dark framed glasses, the glint of the nose stud that tells them
"Fear not, nigger, for a White woman is here, to hold you safe from your consequences, to blame everything and nothing for your deeds, to tell you it's not your fault, it's never you Nigger, that you have been caught up in these nigger-problems."
And the black crawls up to his real massa, clings to the soft White whip hand, and laps at her feet like the dog he so desperately wishes to be.
Three things in life are guaranteed:
Death
Taxes
And the Eternal Negro throwing his black ass upon the mercy of the Cunt
Look at this. Just... look at it.
Dejontay Wings. Say that name out loud. Dejontay Wings. It sounds like the spicy menu item that replaced the McRib. Like an Applebee's limited-time offer. Like Dijon mustard achieved sentience and got a criminal record.
And that face. My God. The man has a face like a dinner plate. Perfectly round. Completely flat. The face of a man who has never once been in a hurry. The face of someone who looked at a Take 5 Oil Change safe and thought, yeah. That's the one.
A Take 5 Oil Change. He didn't rob a casino. He didn't hit an armored truck. He bypassed every possible target of sophistication in Baton Rouge, Louisiana and zeroed in on a fifteen-minute oil change franchise like a man following a divine calling.
The safe. There was a safe. At a Take 5. Guarding two hundred dollars. Two hundred dollars. That's not treasure. That's a Visa gift card you'd give to your mother.
He got arrested. Warranted. Photographed. Plastered on the local news for the whole city of Baton Rouge to absorb over their morning coffee.
Dejontay Wings committed a felony for two hundred dollars and that dinner plate face is going to live on the internet forever.
This is the funniest goddamn thing I have ever seen. I feel like I'm losing my mind.
Call of Duty fans used to call Halo "gaylo" and Halo fans used to make fun of COD for getting worse every year and Star Wars fans used to call Star Trek lame while Trekkies called Star Wars slop and now both sides of both just mourn the Century of Humiliation for all four