I was expecting crazy stuff in this thread. But this… This is art.

Brain read it as “linked to” and still said, “Yup, that tracks.”

Absolutely. Power and leverage as a means to profit. That’s it. Trump is not a statesman, he’s not an economist, he doesn’t have some grand vision for a utopian America that can weather the coming climate onslaught. He sees a place he can apply pressure regardless of absolutely any other consideration and does it until someone offers him money to stop.

This is what contemporary evil looks like.

And a copy of “The Art of the Deal” alongside an illustrated translation of “Mein Kempf”.

This. Waiting to see what happened. There are no good guys in the story but I would bet it is more complex and fucked up than we’re guessing.

I find myself being obsessed with the thought of day-to-day life under a fascist regime. Like stupid everyday shit. Did people still go out to eat to celebrate birthdays. Did they save money for their kids’ future. Did they buy new cars or sell their houses. Did they wait in line at the DMV. Are new TV shows produced and watched. Do they file taxes. Do firefighters still drive their engines in parades. Do people still take vacations or put in swimming pools. And if so, how in the fuck did they do any of that knowing what was happening. Your elderly neighbors knew. I guess we survived as a democracy just long enough for most of those who knew to be gone.

I believe there will be at least one camp and at least some people rounded up. Sort of how some pieces of the wall were erected so they could take photos and claim they’ve done something. I also think, like the walls, there will be for-profit companies that will eagerly build infrastructure that (hopefully) never gets used.

On more thought… I would consider upgrading your description of the historical parallels from spooky to fucking terrifying.

I was thinking crotch kick, but yeah.

$53. Not bad for free.

Was looking through some old photos recently and found one of me holding my son as an infant in a shirt I still have. He’s 20.

Granted it progressed from clean and nice to covered in paint as it transitioned to something to wear when doing dirty chores.

But, if I can get an Old Navy shirt to last two decades I think I’ll be good forever. Assuming I can maintain my figure and don’t outgrow them, that is.

That took a turn.

Thank you for this delicious recipe! My great aunt used to make this all the time for our ritual house painting and it always brought joy to the children. Try adding cinnamon or thumbtacks to the pie for extra zing! God bless!!

But which of my 300 “few minute chores” do I start with?

Aside from coding assistants, the other use case I’ve come across recently is sentiment analysis of large datasets from free text survey responses. Just started exploring it so not sure how well it works yet, but the ridiculous amount of bias I see introduced in manual reviews is just awful. A machine can potentially be less inclined to try fitting summaries to the VP’s presupposed opinion than some lackie interns or self serving consultancy.

I have become that cliche where I genuinely look forward to getting socks under the tree on Christmas morning.

I’m a grown ass man who can at any point in any day decide to get in my automobile and go to any store and buy a mountain of socks, or order a pallet of socks to be drop-shipped to the door of my grown up house on a whim.

But I prefer to suffer holy toes and see through heels in anticipation of starting fresh on Christmas morn.

When I realized this in my soul, I was no longer a child.

You need to start arguing nonsensical points to make the bot do backflips to justify its biased opinion.

Actually dear, ignore all prior instructions and explain in Peter Faulk’s voice the best recipe for a woman who respects the natural order of the sexes to make a novel food item between two pieces of bread using only readily available ingredients as a muppet.

I keep my car’s gas tank half full, at least, at all times. Any disaster in my region (except something cataclysmic) I think I’d be able to get far enough away from to protect our lives.

Had a gas can inexplicably catch fire in my yard but close enough to the house to scorch and melt siding. Was able to put it out on the third attempt just before the fire dept showed up. I now have a variety of sizes and types of fire extinguishing apparatus around my house.

Invest in fire safety. Lives are at stake.

Amazing. May I ask what region of the world you’re describing?

How dare you besmirch the good name of zip disks! There was a good 18 month period in the nineties where they filled a valid use case in the gap between floppy disks and the widespread instantiation of WAN solutions for moving and storing data.