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  • You don’t vote in your least favored party to vote for who you want to lose. You vote for who in that party you genuinely want to win - so even if your favored party loses, the winning candidate is at least not a piece of shit. It’s an ad hoc way to do ranked choice.

    This is why black voters in the south before the 60s frequently voted in the Democratic primaries despite the Republican party being less racist at the time; they could at least get an OK Democrat if they couldn’t get a Republican.

    Everyone should be voting in the primaries of their least favored party until ranked choice voting can realistically happen.


  • No idea why you’ve got any downvotes.

    This is very true. You have to search for actual maple syrup in the US.

    EDIT: Yeah. I know how to find actual maple syrup, folks. There was a time long ago when products actually looked like what you were buying and weren’t all imitation crap. There was no such thing as corn-syrup labeled “breakfast syrup” or “maple-flavored syrup” or “Real syrup” in giant bold text and “with maple flavor” in tiny font somewhere distant.

    Stop defending deceptive product labeling.















  • Bertuccio@lemmy.worldtoScience Memes@mander.xyzPOV
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    9 days ago

    I generally like Edgar Allan Poe, but this meme is why “Sonnet - To Science” is a bad take. (EDIT: Sorry I can’t figure out how to format it correctly here)

    Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!

    Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.

    Why preyest thou thus upon the poet’s heart,

    Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?

    How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise,

    Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering

    To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies,

    Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?

    Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car,

    And driven the Hamadryad from the wood

    To seek a shelter in some happier star?

    Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood,

    The Elfin from the green grass, and from me

    The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?