Notorious zero-sum narcisstic Lemmy outlaw and A.I. advocate. Writer. Kopimist. Socialist Anarchist. Mormon Satanist. Debt-free. Alcohol-free. Drug-free. Founder of MSAFE (Mormon-Satanists Against Fascism and Exploitation). My Peertube song: https://clip.place/w/5ahYEEQNzXdgg5qfscytT1

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Cake day: August 31st, 2025

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  • I tried to get mine to join, but my girlfriend spent a few hours here on a Saturday morning. She looked up my username, saw how much grief I got just for advocating third-party voting, and decided everyone here is way too extreme and hateful.

    Which might be true, but she also played Grow a Garden on roblox while we watched the super awesome Charlie Sheen documentary on Netflix last night, so I can’t take her judgment too seriously.







  • I actually ran my own crooked little pirate station back when acne and hormones were still my main drama. My command center was my grandfather’s “radio shack,” and yes, that was people called HAM radio set-ups.

    It smelled like dust, old wires, and pipe tobacco. I’d sneak in, crank up punk records, and talk all kinds of shi about my high school like I was Wolfman Jack with a cheap mic and a chip on my shoulder. There was some some movie that came out about that time about a teen running a pirate radio station that his high school listened to, and I thought it was awesome.

    For six glorious months, I broadcasted into the void as a one-man revolution pumping static and anger into the uni. Then my gramps got a letter that threatened a fine so monstrous it could have bought ten lifetimes of gas station burritos. Ten grand!!

    My audience was basically one guy, and that one guy never helped me get laid. So that was the end of my pirate radio empire.