I’ve a cat that sits by the glass door and shit talks the birds, for hours and hours…
“Hey… Hey birb! Imma fuck you up! Hey… Hey other birb!”
I’ve a cat that sits by the glass door and shit talks the birds, for hours and hours…
“Hey… Hey birb! Imma fuck you up! Hey… Hey other birb!”
A commercial incentive?
If you want to commercialize solving the ills of society, you end up with death camps as being simply the end result of efficiency.
If you want to solve the problems of various demographics rather then viewing them as gender-specific instances in order to benefit the whole of society you get, among other benefits, a lot less genocide.
There are no checks. There are no balances. There is nothing stopping them…
This isn’t Trump’s vanity - this is the oligarchs, who do not care about nation states, carving up the globe as a resource grab.
The US will annex Greenland. The US will invade Canada. The US will kill protesters, starting with the students.
Concentration camps. Gulags. The disappearing of opponents and mass killings of the undesirables.
Europe will try to unify, but their democracies are already beset by oligarchs, from Putin to Musk, who are financing newly emboldened far-right fringe groups and political candidates.
Europe may rally and pull together.
Or, they may fracture from external pressure and splinter from internal dissention; that is the plan.
Oh man… probably should have passed laws to regulate data harvesting and digital privacy back in the 90s
when the Internet was still just a series of tubes…
Can’t make an omelette without breaking the bank.
Generation Oregon Trail or Xennial, depending on your life choices.
“screw Future Me! That guy’s a dick.” - Past Me
I liked proton. Until they announced their intention to gargle MAGA balls.
Have since migrated to Tutanota
Persist.
Keep at it; try again tomorrow.
Depression will rob you of joy, erode your appetite for life, and leave you blaming yourself for any/everything.
In those circumstances where you cannot defeat it, you can still outlast it.
Do what you can for yourself. When you can do no more, do what you can for the person you will be later, and, when you can do no more: forgive yourself.
Depression is a parasite and it’s been eating your strength far longer than you realize.
“Perfect is the enemy of good.”
Bad, also, is the enemy of good…
I think maybe good walked into the wrong damn neighborhood.
If you dial the resolution back beyond the bed, you have the whole human experience.
Finding meaning within a finite existence framed against the infinite is not easy but, if you pick up your fucking room a little, maybe it can be done with a bit more class and comfort?