Soft patriots in control

God I love trains

https://www.aljazeera.com/features/2024/9/13/could-marxist-anura-dissanayake-become-sri-lankas-next-president People who are familiar with Sri Lanka, what do you think of this? Is this party promising? Are they really Marxists?

I’ll take more pictures of the cards once I get home.

Immediately after I post I see this and I guess this is actually the closest thing to a descriptor for me if we’re going the yakubian route

Now that I think of it, HK-SC-012 might be a good descriptor. Of course I have no idea what it refers to but I’m going by instinct here

I have bet a box of chocolates on a Trump victory in 2020; I don’t want to lose any more chocolates. This is the extent of my thoughts on the election (I am not a Burgerlandian)

I’m First Lady Enby

My German friend’s late father was obsessed with China and had tons of Chinese stuff, and she didn’t know what to so with them so she let me look if something caught my eye, and this surely did. I’m afraid I have no idea where you’d find some of these.

I’m glad I didn’t have to move my train journey too, that would have been a shitty way to end the trip

Today is my least full day in Germany and the last day of my holiday too. Tomorrow, I’m back home in France, and preparing for uni which starts next week. It will have been a fun trip, and surprisingly not much ever got wrong: not bad for my first true solo trip!

Well I am indeed actively refusing to drink, under normal circumstances (there isn’t really a deep reason why, I just don’t like to be drunk, and especially since I get drunk quite easily I prefer to just never drink alcohol); this time was an exception given the situation, it felt awkward to refuse when I couldn’t even speak Russian to explain why, and I found the whole thing so absurd that it felt more funny than anything to give in that one time.

Funnily enough this isn’t the only time I’ve “had to” invest alcohol on this trip: yesterday I was eating in Limburg, Germany, and I wanted an Apfelschorle but I instead recieved cider, which I only realised once I had ingested some because it basically is the same thing but with a bit of alcohol. But since it was “just” cider, the shame of going back and explaining in my broken German that I wanted something else got the better of me. Maybe I would’ve said it if I didn’t drink at the Russian border a few weeks before. First as a tragedy, second as a farce…

Once I’m back in France I’m going back to my normal dogmatism on the matter.

German praxis???

don’t mind me, I’m just here for the ExistentialComics page

Nihilist store robbed a gunpoint, but nothing of value was stolen

I can’t

“Policy plunko”

Look at the result at the bottom

“Blue state”

Why did I expect there to be policies listed there? Then again, I guess landing on “murdering thousands of children in possibly the most horrible genocide of this century so far” wouldn’t fit the “yassss qweeen” theme

The third PS3 titles

light, camera, speaker, bricks and rubble, banana…

This reminds me of my border crossing into Russia two weeks ago, I had also forgotten how bad I am with alcohol (I hadn’t drunk for over 500 days prior) and a Russian man decided to give vodka to everyone around (we had already waited around 4 hours, it had rained and everyone was cold). When I gave his glass back, he then proceeded to refill it and give it back to me with some German liquor (there was no vodka left). Thankfully the queue to actually enter the border crossing point lasted for another 2-3 hours, so I wasn’t entirely drunk when I had my passport and everything controlled.