

I work on a computer at a desk all day. I’m do penetration testing and red team operations, so I spend a fuck ton of time doing training and development courses and labs which usually just involve typing a bunch of shit into a terminal window, both during work and on my own time (I genuinely enjoy it, it’s not a shitty workplace colonizing my off time situation), and I’ve played games my entire life.
Idk I’ve never had this problem. Screens recharge me, it’s people that drain me. I’d have the same flipped question for product vendors that are always at conferences and stuff, or business insurance sales people, just wondering how they get through all these small talk conversations, sales calls, dinners with clients, etc., without a chance to just sit behind a screen and answer people at whatever pace they need.
Oh. I have a variable height desk I got from DeskHaus. I love it. I’m standing a fair amount of the time I’m working. I have a decent SteelCase chair I bought during the beginning of covid. I got it from a refurb reseller, but even brand new it’s not their nicest chair, but it’s expensive enough and holding up well enough that I don’t see a reason to replace it yet. Standing through the workday helps me not feel exhausted and tired of sitting in the same chair for 12 hours since I haven’t been.
Bro anarchists and socialists and communists and regular ass Democrats also own guns. They probably don’t LARP like they’re SEALS or post about it on the medias either.
Some of the most dedicated to their beliefs and world view people I know were trapping in the sandbox during GWOT, doing hood rat shit on the daily. They’ve still got sticks bro.
It probably helps drive home the point that you might want a way to defend yourself on hand when you’re searching a house for ordinance and you catch a 7.62 round in your front sapi and you realize that if that hit like 3-4” up you’d be gurgling blood out your Adam’s Apple or 3-4” to the left and your be frothing blood at the mouth while your boys try to seal up the lung leaking air out your back with the plastic wrapper of a field dressing, while in reality the homie your boys just bodied was just some farmer dad living in the house with his family. Bro was just some old fucking guy who thought his country should be sovereign strong enough to fight for it, probably killed or wounded a fair amount of troops with the ordinance stash he had hidden away, and came inches from killing you for it, but all dude really wanted to do was farm and chill with his family.
Seeing that kind of reframes your whole idea of who would make up an armed insurgency, or at least how it’s not just the head choppers and brainwashed kids who are willing to die for it.