You got an economic system in your back pocket that doesn’t allow money to funnel upwards? Bring it out! It’s not capitalism you’re complaining about, it’s plutocracy we’re living under.

Adam Smith would be horrified at our monopolies. 1980s conservatives would be horrified! Yeah, the economy has always served the wealthy, but it wasn’t anything like today.

He can’t. The strict command and control structure between POTUS and launch keys will break down, just as it did with 3 or 4 events during the Cold War.

I don’t get YouTube ads. Between my Pihole and Ublock, I see nothing.

Saw an interview with him last night. They were totally unprepared to film that video, amateur hour. He was young and scared shitless, made up the dance on the spot. Guy doing backflips? “Hey guys! Watch what I can do!” In the video he went. There was a guy yelling out his apartment window for them the shut the fuck up down there. Wardrobe? Nope, those were his own clothes.

I watch YouTube on a TV, as the good lawd intended, not on a pocket screen.

Not defending those guys, but it was a clusterfuck of Biblical proportions more than a lack of courage or will. PBS has an awesome documentary on it. I can’t watch it twice.

Woman to woman is not nearly as threatening, this isn’t in the same ballpark emotionally.

EDIT: You folks are so autistic I sometimes want to give up this place. I would if there was somewhere as smart with normal social skills.

You understand there are wildly varying levels of “inappropriate”? Oh FFS, I’ll spell it out.

A man approaching a lesbian like this, “I can fuck you straight!”

A lesbian approaching a cis woman, “Bet you’d like it!”

Do I need to write a dissertation on the difference in literal and emotional threat level?

The whole 1% slogan was fucking stupid. We all know decent people in the 1%. It’s the .001% that are the problem.

Windows just fucking works. Bitch all you want about every other aspect of the OS. It just fucking works. And that’s all 99.995% of users give a shit about.

I install Windows, I expect every driver to work. Far cry from how it was back in the day! Linux? Well, good luck. The most basic shit will work, but you got weird problems to sort out.

And almost all of the Windows problems bitched about on here? I get downvoted every time I say, “Uh, I don’t have those issues.” Probably because I’m running a plain-vanilla ISO? I honestly don’t know.

Lemmy: “Fuck you! You DO have those issues! I read about it in a Linux-loving forum like lemmy!”

Never understood why Wandering Jew would be problematic as it’s simply a myth. Anyone tell me what I’m missing?

We got Puma concolor couguar down South though!

Perfect! I’d add mindless slogans as well.

“The cruelty is the point!”

Or any of 100 other endlessly repeated replies.

I was shooting heroin and reading “The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police cruiser when a call came in. I put a quarter in the radio to activate it. It was the chief.

“Bad news, detective. We got a situation.”

“What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?”

“Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.”

The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that? Bitcoins are the ultimate currency: virtual, anonymous, stateless. They represent true economic freedom, not subject to arbitrary manipulation by any government. Do we have any leads?”

“Not yet. But mark my words: we’re going to figure out who did this and we’re going to take them down … provided someone pays us a fair market rate to do so.”

“Easy, chief,” I said. “Any rate the market offers is, by definition, fair.”

He laughed. “That’s why you’re the best I got, Lisowski. Now you get out there and find those bitcoins.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m on it.”

I put a quarter in the siren. Ten minutes later, I was on the scene. It was a normal office building, strangled on all sides by public sidewalks. I hopped over them and went inside.

“Home Depot™ Presents the Police!®” I said, flashing my badge and my gun and a small picture of Ron Paul. “Nobody move unless you want to!” They didn’t.

“Now, which one of you punks is going to pay me to investigate this crime?” No one spoke up.

“Come on,” I said. “Don’t you all understand that the protection of private property is the foundation of all personal liberty?”

It didn’t seem like they did.

“Seriously, guys. Without a strong economic motivator, I’m just going to stand here and not solve this case. Cash is fine, but I prefer being paid in gold bullion or autographed Penn Jillette posters.”

Nothing. These people were stonewalling me. It almost seemed like they didn’t care that a fortune in computer money invented to buy drugs was missing.

I figured I could wait them out. I lit several cigarettes indoors. A pregnant lady coughed, and I told her that secondhand smoke is a myth. Just then, a man in glasses made a break for it.

“Subway™ Eat Fresh and Freeze, Scumbag!®” I yelled.

Too late. He was already out the front door. I went after him.

“Stop right there!” I yelled as I ran. He was faster than me because I always try to avoid stepping on public sidewalks. Our country needs a private-sidewalk voucher system, but, thanks to the incestuous interplay between our corrupt federal government and the public-sidewalk lobby, it will never happen.

I was losing him. “Listen, I’ll pay you to stop!” I yelled. “What would you consider an appropriate price point for stopping? I’ll offer you a thirteenth of an ounce of gold and a gently worn ‘Bob Barr ‘08’ extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirt!”

He turned. In his hand was a revolver that the Constitution said he had every right to own. He fired at me and missed. I pulled my own gun, put a quarter in it, and fired back. The bullet lodged in a U.S.P.S. mailbox less than a foot from his head. I shot the mailbox again, on purpose.

“All right, all right!” the man yelled, throwing down his weapon. “I give up, cop! I confess: I took the bitcoins.”

“Why’d you do it?” I asked, as I slapped a pair of Oikos™ Greek Yogurt Presents Handcuffs® on the guy.

“Because I was afraid.”

“Afraid?”

“Afraid of an economic future free from the pernicious meddling of central bankers,” he said. “I’m a central banker.”

I wanted to coldcock the guy. Years ago, a central banker killed my partner. Instead, I shook my head.

“Let this be a message to all your central-banker friends out on the street,” I said. “No matter how many bitcoins you steal, you’ll never take away the dream of an open society based on the principles of personal and economic freedom.”

He nodded, because he knew I was right. Then he swiped his credit card to pay me.