When your friend's parent dies, so you you offer up a bro hug but give a little jerk sesh from behind to kill his pain.
Met Lumpy at the steakhouse after the service. My dude not only offered the grief-around but also said he'd call the Fools to form a procession line for it. Just like back at the service. That's love man.
When your bro's parent dies, so you you offer up a bro hug but give a little jerk sesh fro. The back to kill his pain.
Met Lumpy at the steakhouse after the service. My dude not only offered the grief-around but also said he'd call the fools to form a procession line for it. Just like back at the service. That's love man.
lLoveGriefing da top griefer. Get griefed.
lLoveGriefing da top griefer, Get griefed.
News stories that get more and more desperate until people submit into doing anything the media/government/healthcare industry/scientists want them to do.
Last week's grief/tragedy/sympathy guilt trip was a recycled story from the Trump era about a young guy that still thought the coronavirus was a hoax until he ended up in ICU. When that didn't increase vaccination rates, the grief/tragedy/sympathy industry got more desperate and had a guy talking emotionally about how you can save his one year old in Arkansas even if you live halfway across the country by getting in line for a vaccine. Just do what these people say and everyone will be okay, just meet their demands is what the grief/tragedy/sympathy industry is trying to prime people's subconcious with.
An industry that loves to tell people who their heroes are/should be.
Thanks to the grief tragedy sympathy hope industry, the aviation museum that always had a name good enough for the residents of the city that went there had to change it's name to honor a guy they were told was their hero, rather than anybody asking them who their personal heroes were. Perhaps their personal heroes were a family member or someone from closer to home than Texas, but since nobody asked them, they were forced to adopt a guy they were told was their hero as their personal hero, without any room for anyone else (since many of them thought the name of the museum was good enough as it was, without being forced to change, and it was going to get changed to a preselected name chosen by the "new guard" instead of by the residents).
Griefing yourself, causing loss with no need for external intervention.
Shearer: "I raided my own cave on Ark"
Everyone else: "Easy self grief"
The basket of muffins the hospital delivers to the family of dying patients; often left untouched later gets redistributed to hospital employees
I feel bad for the patients but these grief muffins are delicious