I guess it’s a quality versus quantity thing. It’s a lot easier for 4 billion people to coexist happily than it is for 8 billion people in the same space.
Our food air and water quality have all dropped dramatically over the last 50 years even though the protections for them have increased.
If half the population did not reproduce then those of us that have grandkids might live in a better world.
Yeah I’m 6’1 but I’m native American so I don’t think I will fit into their thing cuz they tend to prefer white guys
I’m definitely a jack of all trades, but I have a bachelor’s in IT and like 10 years of work experience.
I feel like the competition is pretty high for people in that category though, but I could probably handle a couple hours a week of berry picking and English teaching.
I guess my only question is, if I sell everything and liquidate all of my assets I would probably have like 30 grand, maybe more maybe less.
How long is that going to last me while I’m wandering, and what options are there to keep money rolling in?
I’m seriously tempted to sell all my stuff and just become a nomad.
Sounds pretty dreamy all in all.
There’s the line about the beast that was wounded unto death and yet lived that seems vaguely apropos
13:3:
And I saw one of his heads as it were wounded to death; and his deadly wound was healed: and all the world wondered after the beast.
I feel like you’re overlooking the death of the culture.
That’s what colonialism is really about.
If it were just sharing space and technology and advancement then nobody would have any problems with colonialism.
Colonialism extinguishes culture.
Every single space that has been monopolized by a billionaire has had its culture extinguished.
But it is colonialism. There are virtual spaces that are currently occupied by native inhabitants and deep pocket billionaires are literally bulldozing their way into the space, evicting the current tenants, and then exploiting that space for its resources.
I don’t think there is a better term for it than colonialism.
Would it matter if it were communist colonialism? I don’t think so. The result is the same. The space is disrupted, the native inhabitants are displaced, the resources are exploited.
I’m not 100% certain they would melt. And I’m not going to spend my own time and money to try to fix everything that’s wrong with them.
If you have an idea on a way to make them better, how about you implement them and then make millions of dollars selling them to ignorant rubes like myself?
They taste like candied styrofoam to me
I wonder how that’s going to go when the president of the United States is not telling the military to stand down?
I mean, I’m not somebody to provoke this sort of event just for my own twisted amusement but should it go down I believe this time I will be watching for my own twisted amusement as these maggats look face to face with a squad of fully armed tacked out soldiers who will politely tear gas the mother fuck out of them and let them know that if that’s not enough they have 836 billion dollars worth of live rounds for anyone that is still feeling froggy.
Same. The instant it touches my tongue I’m transported back to being a kid and my grandmother thinking these were amazing treats and giving them out to us and then getting really upset if we didn’t finish them.
And then I remember I have to actually eat the rest of it. So I finish off the first one and then I see the tiny little 59 cent bag that’s only got four more of them in it and I feel like it would be a waste of my money and my effort in acquiring the circus peanuts and so I force myself to eat the rest of the bag and then vow to never eat them again.
Until I forget and get another bag.
Gave out a few full size snickers to adults today. Glad to have them come by!
How about circus peanuts?
The first bite of circus peanuts tastes to me like an alien artificial intelligence had to create a sugary treat and only had petroleum by-products to make it with.
The second bite tastes like accepting your fate.
Honestly it kind of sucks.
I always wanted a kid but it requires a partner who is able to be a parent and I have never had such a partner.
I had a pretty fucked up childhood and I wanted someone who could be a good mother to a child and everyone I’ve dated who had the ability to be a good mother was not capable of giving birth for one reason or another and everyone I’ve dated who’s capable of giving birth was not capable of being a good mother for one reason or another.
I know it’s not too late for me but it’s getting pretty damn close.
I probably go back to when I was a kid and my mom kidnapped me and since I look so much like my dad kick in the door and raise myself as my own father.
Use my knowledge of the future too make myself incredibly rich and give my younger self all of the advantages and opportunities of life.
I have a lot of vivid dreams, ranging from mad-dash musical romps through New York with a choir of choreographed nuns singing a song I’ve never heard before to epic space battles on a ship where in a laser sword battle I kill a knock off Vader that turns out to be my cousin.
My most memorable dreams are these:
1: First repeating dream:
In this dream I am standing naked on a platform hanging in infinite darkness. Leading away from that platform is a single silvery wire. I know I am supposed to tightrope walk across this to get away.
In the background, beyond vision, dozens of shadowy judges watch my every move.
I take my first step onto the wire. I take my second, and miss, and thanks to my failure I fall into the infinite darkness.
I hit the ground and in real life my body convulses, waking me from the dream.
2: 9/11 dream
This was a one-shot. On 9/11 my brother had his alarm clock set to the news. That morning I dreamed that cat aliens had crashed their flying saucer into the twin towers. I was there for some reason and the aliens asked me to help them get back before the various three-letter agencies catches them, which I agree.
To help us get there faster, I am given rocket skates and we zip through the streets of New York, (Always uphill for some reason, but the sparks and flames from the skates made it look really cool) as we attempt to get them back to the ship.
I woke up before the dream ended.
3: My most repeating dream:
I have a dream town. It’s a rural town, with acres between each of the buildings. It’s always morning in the late-spring here, beautiful countryside town with white buildings and smiling people, green, rolling hills and wooden fences.
I am in an old style 1950’s Chevy (with all the curves and wooden slats on the bed) light blue pickup truck driving sedately through the town, waving at my friends and associates who always smile and wave back.
Sometimes I see new buildings I’ve never seen before, or meet someone I’ve never met before, sometimes I am asked to fix things or to deliver vegetables for one of the farms, but everything is calm and beautiful and joyous in a way that doesn’t seem to exist in the real world. I’m always both happy and sad when I wake from these dreams.
4: Scary repeating dream:
This dream takes place in an area that seems like my dream town above, but it’s always trapped within the lawn of this scary house, which is my house, and it has many rooms and floors. It looks like a church from the outside, but not well maintained with chipping white paint and enough slightly rotted wood that anyone who lived there would say, “It’s time for me to replace these boards and re-paint this place”.
The house seems to be about two or three stories but it has a steeple, almost as if there is a full church build on top of a 1940s military town “four walls and a roof” style home.
I go into the house and the first and second floors are normal, but when you are on the stairs, there is a floor that can’t be reached up a long empty vertical chute, and that floor gives off bad vibes. Halfway up is a door with no stairs attached to it.
This door is always closed, and even if you shine a flashlight on it it stays dark.
Every time this house is in my dream, I am curious to explore what is behind the door, so I crawl up or get a ladder and somehow reach the door.
Approaching the door fills me with dread, as if something evil lurks there, and my heart beats harder and harder and I feel more terrified the closer I get to the door, as though something purely evil is watching my every breath with delicious anticipation.
Eventually the terror and pressure is too much for me and I wake up in a cold sweat.
Every time I have that dream it fucks with me for a few days. I don’t get scared at scary movies or startle easily, but that dream gets to me every time.
So yeah, sorry for the dump, I just have a lot of strong dreams that I remember.
I mean unless you’re sitting on an exabyte of spare storage you don’t know what to do with it’s a pretty hefty undertaking.
I don’t think I’m ever going to forget, I went on a road trip and when I was in Arizona stopped at a rest stop and took a leak and washed my hands afterwards.
This native guy walked in, and I only call him out for being native because I’m native also so it’s kind of cool to see another one in the wild, and he immediately said, “Get some poop on your hands? I only wash my hands when I get poop on them.”
So yeah, I never touch anything in a bathroom without like at least a paper towel between me if I can avoid it
This is more like a parfait because everybody likes parfait