Carlos Po

@helpimteaching.bsky.social

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Horror writer and science podcaster. Mainly I talk biology but subject to change! https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/dio474 DisconcertingTales.wordpress.com

Anyone taking on a government job with a certain level of responsibility would be treated as a soldier in wartime, in that they were legally allowed to be killed. There were restrictions to this. The person had to be a citizen of the same country and they had to prove that they acted alone. Targeting friends and family for any reason was also illegal. But it was a way for constituents to legally murder their politicians, and at that point the people wouldn’t have accepted anything else.
“I mean, a community of people who want to kill people they disagree with, instead of engaging in civil discourse.” “Why not? It’s worked for the past 50 years.” ““Define ‘worked’. Everyone’s scared all the time. Civic projects abandoned, resources wasted. No one wants to step up to do anything because they’re scared they’ll get killed by some psycho!” Marlene seemed unfazed. “Good! Then it’s working great. Leaders shouldn’t want to lead. Leaders need to remember that they work for the people, not for themselves. And the best way to accomplish that, is by making it legal for the people to dispose of them. Would you like a brochure? It’s full of great resources and theory.”
Putting on clown makeup NYC public health programs lost funding Confirmed measles cases Bird flu is shutting down markets Let's ban masks
Captain’s Log: Efficiency Ejected the recreation module, they can talk to each other Slashed the research equipment, we know everything we need Disconnected the library, they’ll learn on the job Cut power to the temperature control, they can wear coats Removed the galley, they can eat paste Cut power to the farming module, they can eat algae Jettisoned the beds, they can sleep on the floor Ejected the colonists, they use too much power Perfect.
The World Cup runneth over with worker blood. A stadium of bone and sinew. 220 billion dollars, years of work, and 400 lives. Give me you tired, your poor, your huddled masses, and get them to finish this spectator box.
It’s a shame you’re so stubborn about your beliefs you won’t even read something from racism.org
Ejected the recreation module, they can talk to each other Slashed the research equipment, we know everything we need Disconnected the library, they’ll learn on the job Cut power to the temperature control, they can wear coats Removed the galley, they can eat paste Cut power to the farming module, they can eat algae Jettisoned the beds, they can sleep on the floor Ejected the colonists, they use too much power Perfect.
On the eve of New Years 2024, the people danced and danced some more. When the day came they found they couldn’t stop, then one by one they began to drop. The Dancing Plague was born again, when the clock counted down from ten. But 1518 paled before this new strain, because of phones, Wi-Fi, boats, and planes. the Dancing devoured the land and sky, and soon theere was no one to ask why.
Three light switches in a row, each bigger than the last. The smallest turned off the city. Streetlights yawned, fancy hotel chandeliers passed out. The next shut off the country. Traffic lights and train signals took a nap. Operating theaters of darkness, flashlights snored softly. The last shut off the world. The stars excused themselves, the sun, moon, and Earth fell into a deep slumber.
Dishwasher saying to another I hate to break it to you kid but we’re all versed in esoteric wisdom and lore
Damn, dude, you run fast. FRANK Fight or flight, I’m always in flight. MARA So that’s your out? Anxious? FRANK You got it. Thanks, by the way. Name’s Frank. ANN What the hell were you doing out there alone, dude? FRANK I’ve been travelling alone for the past week. DEREK Ah. So you want to die. FRANK Not quite. Well, yes, as much as all of us, but not like that. My group didn’t want to go with me, so I went on my own.
MARA Well, they say the meek shall inherit the earth, right? ANN You call this inheriting? We’re eating out of tin cans in a pharmacy. Ann tosses her empty can off to the side. ANN Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I need to lay down. MARA Yeah, go, get some rest, Ann. Ann gets up and walks off to the corner with the bedrolls. DEREK (quietly) We’re all going to die here, aren’t we? Anyone who could do anything about this contagion-parasite-pathogen whatever is dead or worse, and all we’ve got now are the fuckups and the headcases.
Ghost rider in motorcycle and horse
Rod Serling
I have evidence that this treatment emanates from the communist inspired approach known as group therapy. This brainwashing method encouraged these adolescents to freely discuss their personal life.
SpongeBob looking disgusted
Obama awarding himself a medal
I'm sure you've seen the endless news reports, bios, and the like. Our celebrity scientist astronauts got to the edge of the system no problem. This is where official sources diverge. The hairs on the astronaut's necks stiffened, and at command we could feel something was amiss. They requested to send out a camera probe. When the cameras came on, we all saw a billion eyes staring back at the craft, some maliciously, some with curiosity, but all with a total disregard for human life.
Tom looked at him quizzically and laughed. "Is this a joke?" Bart said nothing. "You're gonna kill me? Free the world from Big Oil like Robin Hood?" Tom seemed oddly defiant, like he had been expecting to be killed by a janitor at some point in his life. Bart sucked in air, shot Tom and the bullet struck him in the right shoulder. As Tom fell to the floor, Bart pressed the emergency button that would hold the elevator in place, ready to follow up with the fatal shot. But as he turned to Tom, he saw that the floor of the elevator was coated in a black, viscous substance. This same substance was seeping freely out of Tom's shoulder wound. "Crude oil," he said. "The stuff Excelion sells. I've had a storied career." Tom got to his feet. "You think you're the first person to try this?" He put his hands on Bart's shoulders and squeezed. It felt to Bart like a vice grip, and he dropped the gun. Crude oil bubbled inside Tom's mouth, and he spat some at Bart's face. "I wanted to hear you out, Bart. But now-now? You're gonna suffer."
I woke up with a pounding headache, which Olga reassured me was normal the first time with this catnip. It had been the plant I saw when I was walking through the "forest", and apparently it was extra concentrated, which was how it could affect humans. I was also told my phone wouldn't be able to make calls, but I should save the battery so we could use it as a flashlight. Roger had been vaccuuming under his bed when he ended up here. It was good at scaring the bigger cats away, she explained, but the vaccuum didn't have much charge left, so they had been conserving it for emergencies. "Alright, let's get some food."
a scientist will see a mouse and say put that beast in a situation
Garth Marenghi by typewriter
My hairstylist flicked the straight razor around like it was a balisong. Over the din of screaming, I heard glass shatter as someone picked up a heavy barber chair and tossed it through the window. Never again. I would never cut my own hair again.
Hey, just remember me, okay?” I asked, feeling myself start to fade. “Yeah, whatever, sure,”
No one was eating each other yet.
The soil tests got back today. It said my soil is a bit sandy, so to focus on building organic matter for water retention. It also came with a letter saying that the soil contained an unacceptable level of gamma radiation, and that I need to vacate the house immediately. I sent it to my landlord with a "hey, thought you should see this". Now if I get so much as a cold in this house, I'm getting the big bucks right out of their pocket. A pizza delivery van pulled up that night, which is weird because none of us ordered pizza. The deliveryman was really sweaty, said we won a contest and got 3 free pizzas, but they wouldn't tell us where from. He dropped them in front of the door and went back to his van, and must have fallen asleep because it didn't move from the street until the next morning. First potatoes, and now free pizza for dinner. Everything's coming up my way.
An owner's cat leads him out of what can only be described as the Cat Dimension.
Sleep addicts “ muh science CLEARLY says you need eight gagillion hours or you’ll DIE!” Vs people who know better than to waste 8+ hours of their time