It doesn't matter.
Europeans know the history of fascism much, much better than Americans do and they're electing right-wing leaders too.
It doesn't matter.
Europeans know the history of fascism much, much better than Americans do and they're electing right-wing leaders too.
I have an older brother. I invested $1000 in his first show, lost it all.
He went on to win a Tony award.
Also, it's likely I may one day inherit some of his wealth. He's single and childless.
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."
No. What doesn't kill you creates trauma.
My tax dollars can't be used to provide universal health care here in America, but they will go to support this, and there's nothing I can do about it.
That's depressing.
Man, I hate identity politics. It really has been an extremely useful tool to get the wealthy to divide us so that we won't care about our own deliberate impoverishment.
At the same time, whenever someone is mean to my trans homies I want to punch them in the throat.
It's astonishing.
The capitalists know full well we're more productive working remotely, but their need for control has proven to be stronger than their insatiable greed anyway.
“The purpose is not solely religious,” Sen. Jay Morris, R-West Monroe, told the Senate. Rather, it is the Ten Commandments' "historical significance, which is simply one of many documents that display the history of our country and foundation of our legal system.”
Only two of them are actually law: Thou shalt not murder and thou shalt not steal.
This is all about religion, and they're going to get away with it. We'd be better off if our legal codes were based on the seven tenets instead.
I spent five figures paying mine off two years ago.
Still 100% support my tax dollars paying for people's college. In fact, I'd love that instead of the nine wars my tax dollars are paying for instead.
I can.
I was stuck in a job I hated for over a decade, and not only that, I was the guy on the team doing the shit jobs no one else would do because many of the older, tenured people didn't want to work weekend hours ever.
I remember the slight panic in my boss's eyes when I put in my two weeks, but it wasn't half as sweet as my former coworker's panicking when they realized that they'd have to figure out how to do my job without my help. One even had the balls to say something to me about selfishness.
You see, they'd also declined my offer to train them on the functions I was involved in and the items I created.
Glorious.
I mean, I get your sarcasm, but they literally are acting like this because of their oppression.
They don't have a military. They're blockaded. Their citizens are killed at will by the IDF without any repercussions. Hell, Israel is now killing reporters with impunity who try to make light of it.
Palestinians have been living under an apartheid regime perpetrated by Israel for generations, and yes, that kind of powerlessness will result in expressions of unbridled violence and rage such as this one.
And it's never going to end.
Still a tragedy, though, no doubt. It's always been the peasants who suffer so the rich people can have their wars.
It's kind of nice when people reveal themselves to be insufferable douchebags at the outset rather than wasting your time.
My older brother is a Tony Award winning producer and I took a trip to NYC ten years ago. His business partner is a former schoolteacher who became friends with a celebrity and got rich producing her stage plays.
Before going to NYC, I called them up and told them "Hey, I'm going to go see the Yankees while I'm there. There are $15 tickets in the outfield. Wanna go?" It was Jeter's last year and I wanted to see him play live at Yankee Stadium. Their response was "Don't worry, we'll handle it."
Handling it meant lunch at the stadium club, with Peyton Manning and a bunch of celebrities in the dining room and lobster piled higher than my head, literally. The most luxurious lunch I've had in my life. Then we rode the escalator down to our seats, through a tunnel lined with every free candy you can think of on both sides, to the second row behind the Yankee dugout, with our own dedicated server, who kept bringing us wonderful drinks. (TEN FEET AWAY FROM DEREK JETER) Then, in the third inning, another surprise: someone taps me on my shoulder holding one of the bases from batting practice, which my brother's business partner purchased and had framed for me with my ticket and a photo.
That was too overwhelming. I couldn't help but cry.
We went for another meal in the 7th inning. The food was still fresh and amazing.
The Yankees lost that day, but it's okay.
I call it my 'Make a Wish' Day.