I almost want thermonuclear war to happen when I imagine some NAFO reddit soy cretin's veins running ice cold with primal terror as he realizes it's not a game anymore and a megaton warhead is about to provide some answers to his skepticism of God's existence.
Who cares? I didn't want to talk to them on Twitter, I still don't want to talk to them on BlueSky. Their value beyond the fleeting entertainment of bullying is minimal at best. Popularity contests are gay.
There's something cathartic about women starting to realize how joining the workforce fucked their lives up. It's not the biggest movement yet but it's a chink in the armor of a very fragile system.