To be fair, I don’t think her views are all that important. Especially when she was alive. But at least she’s rotting now. So that’s good.

Well, hey, at least you know how to do that now!

Oh, gotcha, my bad, I misread it.

I don’t have any coding knowledge, so I’m a bit useless here sorry.

Wouldn’t it be possible to just add the site like?

Lemme.ee##div.post-listing:has(span:has-text(“/motherjones.com/i”))

I’m assuming the code ignores hyperlinks and just looks at the code to find a certain string?

Is UBlacklist what you’re looking for? I don’t fully get the question, but I know that blocks urls from search engines (it supports Google, duckduckgo and others, but you’d need to double check.)

Oh, good, I’m glad it helped.

I will always suggest that if it’s not gonna cause other issues, get a bike.

I won’t lie, I’m one of the types that does little dances on ot when the right songs come on. And singing. But somehow, I can still concentrate on it, it is really relaxing.

You don’t even have to jump straight to the big ones. Even a 125, whilst it won’t give the full experience, will be more than enough to see if you can get on with them.

Oh damn, yeah thats a lot different here. Especially the monsoons. This may sound dumb, but how does the bikes hold up in that weather condition? And another dumb one, how do you get burnt by the exhausts?

Thay sounds peaceful though, with the bus. Especially compared to the bike.

Bikes are just wonderful, stay safe, man.

I’m gonna be honest. I find it really hard to describe the feeling. I’ll try, though, but I’ll try. Sorry if it doesn’t make sense.

It’s not just a mode of transportation to me, at least. There’s an insane sense of freedom to it. The adrenaline from having sports car acceleration speeds just straight between your legs. It’s like when people say to play music as a coping mechanism. Only this mechanism isn’t just sitting around. It actively forces your mind off those things. Like, yeah, you’ll think about it. You may still have those megatove thoughts. But they just sorta melt away and get blasted away, almost. The raw sounds of the engine, only adding to it. Ot drains it all out, (If you like the sound, I personally have a stock exhaust, as thays more than enough, I really enjoy the sound of just amy exhaust, well, except the shitty tinny ones thay oiss everyone off. Or the unnecessarily loud ones)

And the fact that you are sat on top of a solid block of steel, with thousands of explosions happening right there. Woth a fuel tank just above it. Kicking out insane power, even a 67hp 650cc. With pretty much nothing protecting you. One slight mistake, and it all goes tits up. But you’re in control of it. And it’s gonna keep you upright if you handle it. It’s relaxing. I also think it helps because you can feel what the bike is doing. Even with slight inputs.

Keanu Reeves said, “If you ride a bicycle, you can kind of understand.”

Sorry if thays too long and doesn’t make sense. And sorry if it’s kinda cringe. But, I truly do love the bike.

(Also, from what I’ve seen, the biker community is insanely inclusive and nice. Even just riding past another rider. Just that simple gesture of “Hey man,” it makes you feel like you’re somewhere you belong)

1: My motorbike - hands down my best purchase. That has single handedly done more for my mental health than the last 9 years of various anti depressants.

2: My PC - the same as others. It’s just nice to be able to have the option to do just about everything.

3: A car - I didn’t really buy this. My mum gave it to me as a first car. It’s not the flashiest. It’s just the most basic type. But I love it. I spent 23 years just putting off getting my licence until I just decided to get it just to get it out of the way. And I have missed put on so much by it. The sense of freedom, not having to rely on getting lifts, or getting public transport. (Not opposes to public transport. It’s just that where I live, it’s a pain for commuting)

You good, buddy? I hope you’re okay.

Unless it’s literally just the mundaneness of human life. Then u can get behind that.

See, I vote to say “what the fuck was that?” Or “oh just shut the fuck up” when people sneeze in public.

Or, figure out if you are lactose intolerant. And if you are? Fill yourself up with dairy and be a true menace.

Just don’t shit yourself. Otherwise, you’re just the weird guy who shits himself.

What do you hear if you do listen in?