Ragatha’s story is more tragic than it first seems. She grew up surrounded by wealth but starved of love, raised as a trophy, not as a daughter. Her mother shaped her image, but never her heart. And though that could have left Ragatha bitter, it didn’t. Instead of passing on the same cycle of coldness, she chose something different: kindness. Even when Jax mocks her, even when her optimism is dismissed as “fake,” Ragatha holds onto empathy. She hides her pain because she fears becoming like the woman who hurt her, but that silence only makes her strength more remarkable. Like Jax, she has stared into the abyss. But where he embraced selfishness, she reached for compassion. What she longs for isn’t perfection, but the simple things she was denied: love, affection, belonging. Ragatha isn’t naive, she’s resilient. Her kindness isn’t weakness, it’s defiance. And in a circus built to break its performers, that makes her one of the strongest of all.
Ragatha’s story is more tragic than it first seems.
She grew up surrounded by wealth but starved of love, raised as a trophy, not as a daughter. Her mother shaped her image, but never her heart. And though that could have left Ragatha bitter, it didn’t.
Instead of passing on the same cycle of coldness, she chose something different: kindness. Even when Jax mocks her, even when her optimism is dismissed as “fake,” Ragatha holds onto empathy. She hides her pain because she fears becoming like the woman who hurt her, but that silence only makes her strength more remarkable.
Like Jax, she has stared into the abyss. But where he embraced selfishness, she reached for compassion. What she longs for isn’t perfection, but the simple things she was denied: love, affection, belonging.
Ragatha isn’t naive, she’s resilient. Her kindness isn’t weakness, it’s defiance. And in a circus built to break its performers, that makes her one of the strongest of all.
Its a meme that started from the Batman Arkham Asylum sub where its used whenever you get bamboozled by images with slide button that trick you into thinking its a multiple image post. Alternatively you can also comment “I wiped” as a reference to this joke.
against my better judgment I put my thumb on my phone screen and moved it in a lateral motion towards the left, only to be bamboozled cause there was indeed no second image as the little 1/2 symbol in the corner indicated and it was indeed a prank at my expense yet I still proceeded to fall for it despite my initial fears warning me
Against my own better judgement, I made a lateral motion with my thumb across the image, under the assumption that it would reveal a new image to my perception. However, this was not the case. I was deceived by a false marker in the top right corner that indicated multiple images attached to one post. Unfortunately, this was an artifact of the original image, and not a true indicator of multiple images attached.
Upon my discovery that my worst thoughts of there being no second image had come to fruition, I was greeted with an unpleasant sight. As my finger swiped upon my phone screen it brought me to the barren news section of the application I was utilizing, Reddit. Unfortunately my greatest fears of there being no second image I was forced against my will to gaze upon the dreaded image of politicians. In an almost animalistic instinct I quickly swiped the other direction on my phone screen, leading me back to the dreaded post that led me down such a dark path. I looked upon this trap of an image, and beheld in front of melasmall box containing the numerical symbols of 1 and 2. Seeing these two images in such close proximity along with wo small dots in the lower central region. I foolishly fell for the same simple trap I had not one second prior. I had once again taken the bait and found myself back in the land of fire and brimstone most may call the news. In a panic I swiped back again and vowed to never again. Swipe left on this horrid post.
Upon scrolling to this post, I had originally thought it would be multiple images, due to the presence of a pair of dots at the bottom, and a pair of numbers in the top right corner. Upon viewing this combination of Ul elements, I had wrongly assumed that this post contained multiple images. Unassumingly, I had placed my right thumb upon the screen where this post was located, and proceeded to drag my right thumb from the right of my phone screen to the left. However, as I began to wipe, a mysterious weariness began to loom over me as I realised that this post may not be what it seems. As I continued to drag my right thumb across my screen, to my horror, I saw the post move to the left of my screen and a new post appear from the right. I had originally thought I would be safe from horrible tricks such as this, but I was gravely mistaken. It was too late for me, and I had wiped to far to go back. The original post had gone too far to the left of my screen, and I watched in horror as the post left my screen and made way for a new one. It had happened. I had wiped on a post that I had originally thought contained multiple images, when indeed it was a trick to make me wipe. As an overwhelming amount of shame surged through me, I placed my right thumb on the left side of my phone screen, and prepared to swipe back. I had been bamboozled, and I was too far gone to change my fatal mistake. As I wiped back to the original post, I couldn’t stop thinking of how such a simple trick had completely bamboozled me, betrayed me into a false sense of security, thinking I was safe from posts such as this. As I finally returned to this post, overwhelmed with shame, i decided to enter the comments and place an image of my own to hopefully commend my actions. As I scrolled through the photo roll of my smartphone, I continued to dwell on the shame of my actions. I knew that there was no undoing my mistake, but I could possibly keep a shred of dignity by announcing my mistake. I decided to locate this image of Man, knowing its significance to posts such as these. As I selected this image, I knew that this amount of shame was surreal, and there was no act that could make a person more sorry than wiping on a fake post. As I finalised my comment I thought. Never again. I mustn’t let another post bamboozle me like this, for the sheer amount of shame and trauma it has caused it nothing short of fatal. I will not wipe. No more.
I cannot tell you how much I fucking hate the girls vs boys meme format. I get irrational disgust every time I see them. How do people find this funny?
And it's not because of the blatant misogyny but rather because they're so corny and cringe, like it was made by a 12 year old schoolboy who hasn't grown out of that haha poo poo penis and vagina boy power phase.
I could have a good day just strolling around in the morning shine whilst eating a burito and waiting for the inevitable bathroom fiasco to happen. And then open up my phone and see a girls vs boys meme and immediately it has completely fucked up my day.
At least with the Hiroshima toilet problem I'll have a sigh of relief once it's over. But the girls vs boys memes will never go away since it garnered enough engagement and mass likes from 13 year old boys who has the beliefs that some bald closeted gay Romanian sex trafficker is some heroic role model who will restore the ying and yang balance of masculinity in society after Bill Gates invented Facebook.
Folks, the bourgeois, they're no good, more and more people are saying it. All these workers— the biggest, we have the biggest workers— very handsome workers come up to me and say, Comrade Trump there is a specter haunting Europe, and you know what, they're right. These bourgeois are very nasty people, very very rude, and very unfair to the workers. They are stealing our surplus value and no one is doing anything about it. The proletariat comes up to me every day and says, Comrade Trump will you lead the revolution? And I gotta turn to them and say look,the instruments of capitalism will be used to bring about its destruction, believe me. The means of production, Obama never wanted to seize them. Well guess what? I'm seizing them. Landlords? They're done for folks. Everyone told me— they said, Comrade Trump you won't be the vanguard of the revolution and they would laugh, the media laughed the democrats laughed, guess who's laughing now?
And then you have these capitalists, those are real beauties! This is their new hoax- they take a piece of machine, a big beautiful shiny new means of production, and they buy it and y'know, they own it, it's a big beautiful shiny new machine, all the bells and whistles, bing bing bing, and then they have the workers- who are totally not being treated fairly in this country, folks, BELIEVE ME, totally exploited, and they have these workers -and they pay them a certain amount, could beee... $20 per hour, could be TEN, could be FIVE, could be TWELVE, they pay them a certain amount, okay, and with their labor they build the product.
And the owner of the machine, of the capital, "Capitalist" they turn around and sell the product at a yuge markup, they call it "profit." ok, so they call it profit! They don't sell it at the cost it took to make it, okay, so what do they do with this extra, you know what I call it? I call it surplus value. I call it surplus value, and do they share the surplus value with the people whose labor PROVIDED the value it took to make that product? I don't think so, folks.
They stick in a bank and then they say "ohhhh I can't afford to pay you more!" Bad- BAD people. It's totally phony, folks. Raw deal, our proletariat are getting a raw deal.
But not for long! We're gonna- and by the way it never occurs the workers to pool their resources and buy the big beautiful machine in order to share the profit that they created in the first place with their labour! And you know why? Because the capitalists pay the workers such a low wage they can't afford to then invest and pool their money and share in ownership... of the means of production! Can't do it! This is the biggest scam on the planet, folks! Boy, I've heard some real beauties but that one, WOW, that's a doozy. That's a real beauty. But we're gonna fix it, folks, we're gonna fix it, okay? and you know what the laborers are going to do? They're gonna WIN.
Folks, what we did in 1917–the Revolution I call it, with a capital R–it's never been done before. So many big beautiful red flags, you couldn't even–now that, folks, that's a flag we stand up for, we don't kneel for our terrific red flag–and you couldn't even see the Winter Palace, you know. You know the Mensheviks, you take a look at what they said, and they were a, uh, a failed party, and Renegade Kautsky, very nasty to me but that's okay, they said we couldn't do it! They said, "Oh, Donald, the material conditions are bad, we have to have a bourgeois republic to develop the forces of production." You know what that means, right? Semi-feudal economy! Okay, you get Semi-Feudal, and I said, I told them we can't have Semi-Feudal. Well, look at where we are now. We are going to develop the forces of production so fast it'll make your head spin. We are going to do in a generation what it took them many, many years to do. BELIEVE ME.
Shorter version
Folks, the bourgeois, they're no good, more and more people are saying it. All these workers— the biggest, we have the biggest workers— very handsome workers come up to me and say, Comrade Trump there is a specter haunting Europe, and you know what, they're right. These bourgeois are very nasty people, very very rude, and very unfair to the workers. They are stealing our surplus value and no one is doing anything about it. The proletariat comes up to me every day and says, Comrade Trump will you lead the revolution? And I gotta turn to them and say look,the instruments of capitalism will be used to bring about its destruction, believe me. The means of production, Obama never wanted to seize them. Well guess what? I'm seizing them. Landlords? They're done for folks. Everyone told me— they said, Comrade Trump you won't be the vanguard of the revolution and they would laugh, the media laughed the democrats laughed, guess who's laughing now?
linkedin is not a professional network, it is a sewer with an instagram filter. a place where people cosplay as future leaders but in reality they cannot even handle their own inbox. it is not networking, it is a reality show for grown up children who play with job titles instead of dolls. and everyone pretends they are sharing inspiration when in fact it is just masturbation for likes. you scroll the feed and it feels like you landed in an amusement park for desperate clowns. they write how grateful they are for new challenges and the crowd claps like they just cured cancer. in reality the only thing they invented is a new way to shove the word synergy into a sentence that makes no sense anyway. everyone pretends to be authentic but it is authenticity on the level of an influencer filming a video about loving nature while standing in front of a palm tree in dubai. and then the comments start, an orgy of mutual ass kissing. great insight tom, so inspirational karen, as if every line is the gospel instead of reheated motivational calendar bullshit. it is a graveyard of souls dressed in suits that already rotted inside. everyone writes like they are preparing for a ted talk but instead of ideas worth spreading they have farts disguised as articles. and the world nods along pretending this matters. the truth is it is just theater for people who sold their identity long ago for a gym card and free coffee from the office machine. and when you think it cannot get worse, there comes the guy posting a vacation selfie with the caption leadership is also about recharging batteries. really? maybe next tell us how the bubbles in your prosecco represent your journey as a manager. this whole rant is not just about linkedin, it is a manifesto of how low some of us are willing to fall and how cheap we are willing to whore ourselves out just to look important in a digital clown parade.
Created by u/ctnhededninymgn, its a copypasta for anyone excited for the dev blogs in iRacing.
Every single day I wake up at 5:37 AM sharp, not because I set an alarm, but because my body has been biologically hardwired to sense when the newest iRacing development blog might drop. I roll out of bed, slam a monster energy drink, and immediately refresh the forums like a stockbroker watching the NASDAQ crash. My neighbors think I’m unemployed- NO. I’m simply employed by DESTINY, serving as a guardian of digital patch notes.
I’ve stopped eating. Who needs food when the only nourishment I require is word of a new tire model coming to the Skip Barber car. My teeth are permanently clenched shut from the anticipation of seeing the words “laser-scanned” dance across my screen. My roommate sat me down last week to ask why I printed out the entire 2025 season 3 patch notes and pinned them to the fridge. I told him it was art, he told me it was “deeply concerning.”
Every night before bed, I kneel at my shrine -comprised entirely of old Logitech pedals and a photo of Dale Earnhardt Jr.- and I whisper: “Please, John iRacing, deliver unto us the dev blog.” I start levitating and reciting hymns to encourage the iRacing gods to shine upon us all. Then I pass out in my rig, still wearing my gloves, sweating through my Nomex suit, my wheel base twitching like a possessed demon from the ritual I have just performed.
I have not spoken to my family in weeks. My friends stopped inviting me to things. But they do not understand. They will never understand. The only friends I need are the many charts and lists of potential new tracks and cars I’ve speculated are coming. #Soon.
So here I sit. F5. F5. F5. If the dev blog doesn’t drop today, I don’t know what will become of me... but I do know one thing: when it finally comes, I will ascend.
