In the before times we had libraries of books that’d teach a person anything they wanted to learn. If a person had a question and the book didn’t answer there was someone there who didn’t know the answer but damn well knew how to find it. We never had to sort through piles of garbage content produced to waste our time for profit.
Even the early Internet was this way. Its slow degradation became a nose dive with broad adoption of Facebook and AI. I had to starting writing a line of code to search. And, that doesn’t even work anymore.
Violence wasn’t necessary, it was the only means available
Right. The alternative to murder is to be murdered indirectly.
Yes. But, it’s not difficult or expensive.
The last thing it seemed like many perceived they had in common was Tiger King.
Now it’s support for murder as a necessary means of change.
This is progress.
Yippee Kai Yay, motherfucker.
Buy a used tank & mix machine as found in most restaurants. Register a business with your state. Sign the exclusivity deal with Coke or Pepsi. Buy the syrup. If you’re using this every day it’ll be cheaper than sodastream in a relatively short period of time.
Insurance brokers tend to be competent educators.
Wills are easy to create using online templates. Make at least two physical copies, one digital, and get them notarized. Store them in different places. And, make sure several people know where they’re stored even if they don’t have access to that place.
Wills can be very simple, such as “all to wife”. Mine is barely more complicated than that, just providing a series of two alternatives for if my wife is also deceased.
Sounds like you were a salesman either more than fifteen years ago or you didn’t have access to sell predatory products. This too has been slowly enshitifed since the partial repeal of Glass-Steagall and the Interstate Banking and Branching Efficiency Act.
NYC-DSA, 20% of gross capital gains
If you’ve an IRA and are not actively managing it then thank you for your contribution.
They don’t know what they want but they know how to Brexit.
You’d be most welcome at my house.
This would destroy the basis of segregation of ownership from operational control from liability. Corporations would be effectively illegal. Our incarnation of capitalism would fail. Lots of people would further sacrifice and suffer for such a glorious victory for We the People.
My guess is FORTRAN.
Why do coders seem to much more often have the courage of their convictions than those with other occupations?
The one after Luigi.
I’m walking down the street when I saw the shadow of a man creep out of sight. And then he swept up from behind. He put a gun up to my head. He made it clear he wasn’t looking for a fight.
He said, “Give me all you’ve got. I want your money not your life. But if you try to make a move, I won’t think twice.”
I told him, “You can have my cash. But first you know I got to ask, ‘What made you want to live this kind of life?’”
He said, “There ain’t no rest for the wicked. Money don’t grow on trees. I got bills to pay. I got mouths to feed. There ain’t nothing in this world for free. I know I can’t slow down. I can’t hold back though you know, I wish I could. Oh no there ain’t no rest for the wicked until we close our eyes for good.”
I give what others are prepared to receive. If you wanted to know then you’d ask. You’re not asking so I’m teaching you how to learn. You’re not learning that. I’m not the one to teach you or you’re just not ready, yet.
I can’t afford to care about you personally any more than I’ve already.
Good luck and goodbye.
LMAO this chump can’t get past the ad hominem and learn… well, anything really.
If you don’t know what Weber’s Iron Cage is or don’t know how it applies, then perhaps you should ask a question.
That’s not a question.
Our team sailed our project into rough waters. For some reason one team member absolutely could not understand why we needed to steer the bow of our ship into the waves. Despite every educational effort she kept insisting that we needed to take the waves broadside.
Then, one day she tried to grab hold of the helm. So, I wrapped my arms around her as tight as I could, told her we’d die together, and jumped off the fucking boat.