11-03-2017, 12:01 AM
Le_Regard wrote:
Le_Regard wrote:
Full disclosure, I took a break and drank some rum in honor of the Voodoo god of sex and death whose feast day is today, and I am in a state of consciousness called "slightly drunk".
So basically the lunatics are running the asylum here? Do I have that about right?
I'm going to be honest, I feel bad about this. I feel like I should WANT TO HELP, but also I don't, because *** you, you're the Lords of the Earth and the Masters of Your Own Realities, obviously, not delusional people in a corner of the internet supporting each other's mental health, obviously, so you don't need any pity from ME.
Note: The rum was EXPENSIVE. It was the last bottle of Haitian rum they had, it is 15 years old, and it cost $60. It is crazy that a bottle of rum from the poorest country in the Western hemisphere could cost $60. Probably most Haitians can't afford to drink this rum, which is crazy. Just crazy. I mean totally nuts. The company that bottles this rum probably pays their workers like $1.50 a day, then they probably export it, sell it for $60, and just keep all the money for themselves.
It's crazy. Something should be done about it. They should have a revolution or something. Or maybe one of you guys should go over there and teach them how to do Voodoo properly, because obviously they're fucking it up.
Traditionally, the economic and political elite in Haiti spoke French. The poor, who are the children of slaves, could only get by in mixture of French and their native African languages that was eventually formalized as Haitian Creole. These are the TWO national languages of Haiti. Haiti is so fucked up the RICH and the POOR don't even speak the same language. They're like two different species, in two different worlds, and THIS is actually the kind of thing that happens in the real world when people play games with magical circles.
For a very, very long time, even if you COULD go to school, school was IN FRENCH. No one cared if the poor learned anything, they were animals.
Le_Regard wrote:
Full disclosure, I took a break and drank some rum in honor of the Voodoo god of sex and death whose feast day is today, and I am in a state of consciousness called "slightly drunk".
So basically the lunatics are running the asylum here? Do I have that about right?
I'm going to be honest, I feel bad about this. I feel like I should WANT TO HELP, but also I don't, because *** you, you're the Lords of the Earth and the Masters of Your Own Realities, obviously, not delusional people in a corner of the internet supporting each other's mental health, obviously, so you don't need any pity from ME.
Note: The rum was EXPENSIVE. It was the last bottle of Haitian rum they had, it is 15 years old, and it cost $60. It is crazy that a bottle of rum from the poorest country in the Western hemisphere could cost $60. Probably most Haitians can't afford to drink this rum, which is crazy. Just crazy. I mean totally nuts. The company that bottles this rum probably pays their workers like $1.50 a day, then they probably export it, sell it for $60, and just keep all the money for themselves.
It's crazy. Something should be done about it. They should have a revolution or something. Or maybe one of you guys should go over there and teach them how to do Voodoo properly, because obviously they're fucking it up.
Traditionally, the economic and political elite in Haiti spoke French. The poor, who are the children of slaves, could only get by in mixture of French and their native African languages that was eventually formalized as Haitian Creole. These are the TWO national languages of Haiti. Haiti is so fucked up the RICH and the POOR don't even speak the same language. They're like two different species, in two different worlds, and THIS is actually the kind of thing that happens in the real world when people play games with magical circles.
For a very, very long time, even if you COULD go to school, school was IN FRENCH. No one cared if the poor learned anything, they were animals.