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Cake day: February 22nd, 2026
  • Big_Boss_77@fedinsfw.apptoPolitical Memes@lemmy.ca•IronyEnglish
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    11 hours ago

    [Scene opens on a wide, desolate savanna at dusk. The camera slowly pans over a leopard lying under a tree, its large body barely able to move. The sun is setting, casting a cold, dim light over the scene. Soft wind rustles through the dry grass. The leopard’s eyes are dull, its breathing labored.]

    Narrator (soft, somber voice): In the wild, leopards are meant to stalk, to hunt, to climb. But for some, this is no longer possible. These are the leopards of the forgotten savanna… the ones who can no longer live the life they were born to lead.

    [Cut to a close-up of another leopard, this one lying next to a watering hole, panting heavily. The camera lingers on its enormous, bloated body, its paws barely able to reach the ground. The leopard’s eyes seem vacant, devoid of the wild spark they once had.]

    Narrator: Overfed and unable to move, these leopards have been left to a slow, painful existence. They can no longer hunt their prey, no longer climb the trees to escape danger, no longer feel the thrill of the chase. They are trapped in their own bodies.

    [Cue the soft, mournful opening chords of “Angel” by Sarah McLachlan. The camera slowly pans over a third leopard, sluggishly trying to rise, but its massive weight prevents it from standing. It lets out a heavy sigh, its once-strong legs buckling beneath it.]

    Narrator: They are the forgotten victims of a world that has abandoned them. Too fat to run, too weak to fight… These leopards are slowly fading, one breath at a time. They need your help.

    [Cut to a shot of a leopard staring out over the savanna. The camera lingers on its face, eyes half-closed, its expression one of quiet resignation.]

    Narrator: For just $3 a day, you can provide the care and support these leopards so desperately need. A donation will help give them the chance to live a life of dignity. Help them find their way back to the wild they were meant to roam.

    [The music swells as the camera fades to black, and the words “Your donation can make a difference” appear in white text on the screen.]

    Narrator (whispering): Please, don’t let them suffer in silence. The time to act is now.

    [The music fades out, and the SPCA logo appears in the corner, along with a toll-free number and website for donations.]

  • Big_Boss_77@fedinsfw.apptoLemmy Shitpost@lemmy.world•fuck it, just paste your clipboard in the commentsEnglish
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    1 day ago

    I have NO IDEA why this was on my clipboard…

    Here is what i need you to do…

    Step off the train, bus, or subway at the central hub of your city. You are looking for its heart—the place where streets converge, where neon glows brightest, where the energy is thick in the air. Stop for a moment. Absorb the movement around you: the rush of pedestrians, the scent of food from street vendors, the hum of distant music and car horns. Let yourself feel small in the vastness.

    Tilt your head back and scan the skyline. Ignore the familiar structures; seek out the one that disappears into the sky, the one that makes your breath catch. This is where you’re going. If you don’t already know the name, ask a local or search quickly on your phone. Find out how to get there. Walk if you can—experience the shift in the city’s pulse as you move closer.

    When you arrive, step inside with quiet confidence. If there’s an observation deck, buy a ticket without hesitation. If it’s an office tower, find the public-access floors and take the highest elevator you can. You are not here for hesitation or second-guessing. You are here to climb.

    At the highest floor accessible by elevator, stop. Breathe. The climb begins now. Locate the stairwell. If it’s locked, check for another way—some rooftops are meant to be reached. If needed, ask someone who works there if there’s an open-air space. Sometimes, persistence finds a way.

    Step onto the stairs. Begin your ascent. Feel the rhythm of your breath, the pull in your legs, the steady push upward. With each step, let go of something—an old regret, a lingering doubt, a weight you’ve carried too long. Higher and higher. The city fades behind you, becomes something distant, something beneath you.

    When you push open the final door, the wind will hit you first. Let it. Step onto the rooftop, walk to the edge (safely, of course), and look out. The city is no longer a maze—you see it now as a whole, a living thing that stretches beyond you.

    Close your eyes. Feel the altitude in your chest, the distance between you and the streets below. Take the deepest breath you’ve taken in years. Hold it. Then exhale, slowly. This is what you came for. Not the view, not the height—the perspective.

    Standing here, above everything that once felt overwhelming, you may realize something: You can kindly fuck all the way off