202 sitting in the waiting room
File under: not exactly equal airtime
File under: anything but...
Honda has decided that spending time and money furthering the state-of-the-art in gas-burning is a losing proposition.
File under: actually kind of a big deal
The guy who wrote this book has an article floating around.
He has many great points, but I don't agree with him on his central premise.
This is true, but I don't think it's necessary.
Here's what I think: jobs are good because most people don't really know what they want to do with themselves or their time. Jobs keep us busy and give us a sense of purpose, which generally makes us happier.
The issue is what we're doing at our jobs, and with the money we earn. Most of us just get onto the "stuff escalator" and don't get off until we die lying on top of an estate-sale sized pile of crap.
What do I think we need? Jobs that have nothing to do with real "stuff." Pixel pushers, service providers, idea polishers. Less "pointless" jobs, and more "pointedly pointless" jobs.
Let's call this the "jack-off economy," where most jobs will be focused on making each other feel good, or at least, busily productive. (Making nothing real.)
How do we get there?
Duh, keep scrolling.
File under: still not going there
(Posted by a friend on the right. To which I ask, is it ok if you're not a "white" male?)
File under: kinda going there
In which we learn, in a civil war, there are people who die, and people who continue to eat cake.
How's your cake?
File under: ok, fuck it, buried this turd deep enough
Did anyone else pick up a Boris-Yeltsin-End-of-the-USSR vibe from the news cycle?
Old men acting like just stepping outside is some great feat of leadership?
Of course he's faking it. Oh, he probably has the virus.
But he's doing his usual projection. Remember, when he says, "you're going to beat it," he means, "I hope I beat it."
Unless maybe he's talking to his flackies.
Steroids will do that.
Time will tell.
If he got it last Saturday, today is day nine.
He'll probably be on the 'roids for another week.
This doesn't make much sense, but that's nothing unusual, it's probably not the drugs talking. By the way, the senate is closed, and I'm guessing an awful lot of the WH is WFH.
Look at how strong I am! I can walk up and down stairs. A little winded, but whatever. And did you see the way my wife and child rushed out to greet me? They're so excited daddy is home!
Seriously, when we're all waiting with baited breath just to see an old man poke his head outside, what is this? It's not good, is all I know.
And of course he's taking 100% the wrong takeaway, but we knew he'd do that from the start. Instead of "hey, watch out, this thing is really sneaky and scary" we're getting the usual "look at how tough i am, you pussy."
It's all so predictable. So what's next?
More sick staff. Maybe another trip to the hospital. Maybe another week or two of recovery, then it's mask-free-"immunity" on the campaign trail, but the debates?
Oh, they're still over. We won't be seeing any more spit flying from that little orifice toward Joe.
Or maybe they'll zoom, but I kinda doubt it. I think dear leader is kinda liking this twist.
It was all his plan, see?
"I'm in the waiting room, I don't want the news
I cannot use itI don't want the news
I won't live by it
Sitting outside of town
Everybody's always down
Tell me why?
Because, they can't get up
Ah, come on and get up
I'm from the waiting room"
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