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Sometimes the purest form of compassion is saying no

So cool, such style. I can see old school vampire fashion inspiration.

#p2p or die. nostr:note1va2rgp4wnrfm3mrrcllk5kfe8ls05pjns2uv0jhwh4dllcsr60wq8rudyd

Someone on here convinced me to plant blackberries last year. I am so grateful. #fruitstr #gardenstr #growstr nostr:npub1vyrx2prp0mne8pczrcvv38ahn5wahsl8hlceeu3f3aqyvmu8zh5s7kfy55 was it you?

I grew these amazing Chinese cucumbers from Bhoomi Devi this year. The flavor is over the top delish. #gardenstr #foodstr

Replying to Avatar Chris Liss

Alternative POV: your permanent *speech* record is unimportant. Speech is not action, and there’s nothing you could say on nostr that isn’t protected by the First Amendment.

But what about the UK, or even the US apparatchiks like Tim Walz who want to criminalize dissent as “misinformation?” Surely it’s dangerous to say things on nostr that might one day be connected to your real life identity?

No it is not. If some communist is going to get you for saying Kamala Harris is a moron, then they will get you for anything or nothing at all. The day I can be arrested for my nostr posts, the answer will not be to hide in anonymity and hope someone else — someone dumb enough to attach his real identity or unlucky enough to have his keys compromised — gets got instead.

I really don’t like the ethos of: “Oh no, I can’t pretend I didn’t say what I said!”

How about:

"I said what I fucking said because I earnestly believed it at the time, and I either stand by it now or I realize I was in error and I no longer stand by it, though it was said in earnest, and it was an honest mistake."

The people who are worried they’ll be arrested for free speech don’t really believe in free speech. The people who will only say what they truly believe anonymously don’t really believe in free speech.

They believe one *should* have the right to free speech in an ideal society, but in the present one it doesn’t exist and therefore they won’t avail themselves of it.

But your rights don’t come from society. They come from nature, God, the Tao, whatever.

If you believe in free speech, you use it. And yes, I get it, if you’re in North Korea, you wouldn’t, and that’s fine. But if you’re intimidated by speaking the truth because you might get found out, God forbid, for earnestly expressing yourself by the UK loser police, you are not really for free speech. Not when it has even a small risk, a small cost.

So if you want free speech to exist, speak freely, stop fomenting fear, have courage.

Sorry, not meaning to pick on this particular npub — this is a common theme on this otherwise based protocol.

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"I said what I fucking said because I earnestly believed it at the time, and I either stand by it now or I realize I was in error and I no longer stand by it, though it was said in earnest, and it was an honest mistake." nostr:note18z8e0telz30a9q9l5qhqfdmh9tckgtwvn38lytjzh03qn228q30q3tyexz

Replying to Avatar Misty

When I was a teenager, my family of four had to move into an 18-foot Class C RV.

My dad took a job across the state, and we had nowhere to live and no money. My parents did the best they could.

We eventually moved into a little double-wide for rent in town.

People might look down on that, but I'm telling you right now that summer and the next 18 months were my childhood's two most memorable years.

We did free things and drove almost daily into the region's outskirts. My brother and I would explore the ruins of abandoned cabins, peeling back layers of wall insulation of the day (newspapers) to reveal dates from the early 1900s.

We played outside because the inside was really only for sleeping or shelter during storms.

We went to every museum and attended every free event downtown put on.

We became experts at which washing machines and dryers worked the best in the local laundromat.

We spent copious amounts of time in the libraries, especially the one that had the basement where a rummage sale happened each week.

We experienced extreme weather bouts where we learned so much about ourselves and the world around us.

We hiked on the weekends.

Mom had to take a part-time job. I used to help her periodically and learned some things by doing that, too.

I learned about angry yellow jackets, bucket rides that helped you scale mountains, and legends of the local Native Americans.

Forest fires happened the following summer. After that, we joined the mushroom pickers for a chance to make extra money. I remember I got to keep around $20 for putting up with Dad dragging us up the mountainside.

Mom wasn't 100% pleased, that I remember, but it was a good adventure, and by the end of the day, my brother and I were too tired to argue.

The wildlife was unmatched for that part of the world.

I'm sure my parents had an entirely different perspective on things, but those two years were full of imagination, awe, and discovery. Thirty-five years later, I still remember the most details from that period.

I never would have had those experiences had we not moved into that tiny RV, no matter how temporary.

#story #stories #memoir

Great story, thank you for sharing