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this post was submitted on 14 Sep 2026
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Microblog Memes
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A place to share screenshots of Microblog posts, whether from Mastodon, tumblr, ~~Twitter~~ X, KBin, Threads or elsewhere.
Created as an evolution of White People Twitter and other tweet-capture subreddits.
RULES:
- Your post must be a screen capture of a microblog-type post that includes the UI of the site it came from, preferably also including the avatar and username of the original poster. Including relevant comments made to the original post is encouraged.
- Your post, included comments, or your title/comment should include some kind of commentary or remark on the subject of the screen capture. Your title must include at least one word relevant to your post.
- You are encouraged to provide a link back to the source of your screen capture in the body of your post.
- Current politics and news are allowed, but discouraged. There MUST be some kind of human commentary/reaction included (either by the original poster or you). Just news articles or headlines will be deleted.
- Doctored posts/images and AI are allowed, but discouraged. You MUST indicate this in your post (even if you didn't originally know). If an image is found to be fabricated or edited in any way and it is not properly labeled, it will be deleted.
- Absolutely no NSFL content.
- Be nice. Don't take anything personally. Take political debates to the appropriate communities. Take personal disagreements & arguments to private messages.
- No advertising, brand promotion, or guerrilla marketing.
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The coyote is a lost soul, forever damned to a meaningless chase in a landscape of indifference.
He stands before a rock wall where he has painted a vision of paradise at the end of a tunnel. He reaches out, but his paw strikes only the harsh, unyielding rock of reality.
Moments ago, the Road Runner appeared and, with a casual, indifferent grace, sprinted into the painting. The bird vanished into a dream that the coyote is forbidden from entering. Meep... meep...
Then comes a package from ACME. Inside the box lies a single pistol. The coyote lifts the weapon, spins the chamber, and raises it to his temple with a pained sigh of relief.
Tears flow down his face like waterfalls of sorrow. He stands now at the veil of this world. No more failures. This is how the coyote wins: he simply refuses to play this cruel, twisted game.
He pulls the trigger. Nothing.
The coyote opens one eye to find a tiny, mocking flag that reads "BANG!" He remains paralyzed by the absurdity of his own existence, knowing that in this vast, echoing wasteland, the only thing more certain than hunger is the cruelty of the joke.