"In a democracy (‘rule by mob’), those who refuse to learn from history will be the majority and will dictate that everyone else suffer for their ignorance."
This is a Good Idea. Of course. And, also of course, companies and governments (and agents of governments), including such leftard-cowed/pwned Hivemind sources as PC Mag (which has already published multiple denigrations of and dire warnings about the Musk-Twitter takeover) are. . . uncomfortable with paying for a bully pulpit. Screw ’em with a rusty chainsaw.
Charge Companies, Governments to Use Twitter? It is long since past time to do so.
“Snuck” is an example of one of the MANY reasons I have such a deep distrust of democracy.
That is all. For now.
Just a thought: Anyone with a degree and unpaid student loans should have their degrees rescinded. After all, if you refuse to make car or mortgage payments, you can lose your car or house, which is fair: unpaid debts are theft, and yeh, I’d say the same for debts unpaid after bankruptcy. Need to bring back indentured servitude to repay the debt.
Oh, and servants indentured for unpaid debts should probably be restricted to bread and water, and burlao clothing and bare feet for “off-duty” wear (assuming “on duty” wear suitable for assigned duties). Dog houses should be sufficient to keep ’em warm and dry.
The lesson? Do not assume debt you are unwilling or unable to repay. Living beyond one’s means is a good way to place onself on the horns of a dilemma: to be or not to be a thief.
Tried to find a contemporary sitcom (“situation COMEDY”) to watch the other night. Was unsuccessful. Nothing comedic on. Maybe it would help if I knocked a few IQ points off with a Hivemind-issued autolobotomy kit (where “a few IQ points” = more than half those available).
But I think I have finally figured out CwaZy (pervy, racist) UnKa JoE, ZOMBIE POOPY-PANTS President in Name Only’s “look.” It’s a kinda low-rent, white bread “Green Globlin” with a HUGE spash of “granny-with-dementia,” mixed with just ordinary, everyday lying politician sleeze.
But there’s somethiing more, some elusive je ne sais quoi. . . but I can tell ya it stinks worse than Captain Syphilus’s diseased, urm, [family censored ?#heh]?.
Whatever it is, just his “look” is toxic waste.
Since this is a mid-term election year, always remember that in addition to MASSIVE Dhimmicrap cheating one should also always remain aware of the stupidity of people in large groups, especially on election day.
After all, the stupidity of people i large groups is what democracy is all about. . .
“In a democracy (‘rule by mob’), those who refuse to learn from history will be the majority and will dictate that everyone else suffer for their ignorance.” -third world county’s corollary to Santayana’s Axiom
Soooooo tired of this Manga meme. ITRW, people only do this to “giddyup” horses or sub for clickers with click-trained dogs. Or. . . they are imaginary (yeh, that’s about how “real world” they are) Japanese schoolgirls (or schoolboys who would be more comfy in skits) caught up in a Manga meme.
Here’s the solution for those twitches: STOP READING THAT CRAP!
*heh*
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Should use this instead of ballistic gel for those long days at the range. . .
In terms of “doneness,” I prefer to remain medium rare. I’d go for rare, but VPNs and Onion routers can only do so much. And besides, anyone with a registered domain is pretty much an open book (paying extra for a hosting service to obscure a registration is silly, given massive government malfeasances, even apart from, potentially/possibly, though unlikely legitimate government subpoenas, warrants etc.), and even domains registered to LLCs and trusts established in states with the best privacy protections currently in place are penetrable, so “medium rare” it is. . .
Third World County™-style.
Yeh, I did see a pig sauntering down the street through a collection of small apartments, and I am now listening to a Spring calf bawl just over the way, in a neighbor’s yard. Amd their rooster makes for a pleasant dawn wakeup call.
Here. In town. Maybe the “city” will let me raise goats to mow my lawn. . .