The only support this pussbag deserves is a set of pallbearers.
The only support this pussbag deserves is a set of pallbearers.
What we need to do is de-incentivize the commodification of housing entirely. Really make it unprofitable to deal in homes while passing the risk for your “investment” on to the people you’re exploiting.
I’m talking about an outright ban on all corporations, foreign and domestic, from owning single family homes — corporations need offices, not homes, and shell corporations and LLCs don’t even need those. Give a one year grace period, then tax all rental income collected from single-family homes at 100%. Maybe fine them each year too until they shape up.
I’m talking about regulating rental prices on short-term rentals, and capping the annual income allowed from short-term rental units to a value indexed against minimum wage (or preferably the area’s living wage, determined not by any level of government itself but by valid third party organizations).
I’m talking an annual federal tax on properties not occupied full time by the owner or their immediate blood relative. Parent, sibling, or child. Something insane, maybe 400-800% of the home’s property tax. Multiply it exponentially for each hoarded home. Throw in an exception for a second home if it’s far enough from the first (people who own cottages aren’t the problem, and shouldn’t be penalised). But only for the second home — nobody needs two or three or four “vacation homes”.
That’s how we force land-rich boomers out of the housing “market” and get homes into the hands of people who need them, who should have a right to stable housing, who are currently being blocked from the market by vampiric land leeches.
Federation of downvotes/reduces and upvotes/favorites is spotty at best, even across instances that are definitely otherwise federated.
Ooof, this hit me right in the childhood.
This is one of those chapter-turning public figure deaths for me. The last one was Betty White, and before that was Robin Williams — almost mythical figures whose names and faces I’d known since before I can remember, who it almost felt like would just always be around.
RIP, Bob. You’ve earned it.
I love them all.
Except for the “blue steel” ones. It’s not even kind of a “blue steel” pose. Like not even a little bit. It’s inaccurate and uncreative and, even worse, just unfunny.
Basic dietary and lifestyle improvements, especially as they relate to snacking, are drastically easier to make when you don’t have a decade’s worth of bad habits holding you back. I wish I’d started cutting back on pops and energy drinks and chips and chocolate at 22 instead of waiting until I was 32 years old and pre-diabetic.
Also, fucking floss. It’s not bullshit, and it’s not a scam to help Big Dental sell you flavoured string. It’s a real thing you should actually do. Especially if you’re like me, still eating like a fucking teenager into your 30s.
If that’s your experience, my friend, then your family members are trying to tell you something.
Once the kbin API is complete and publically available, most of the Lemmy apps I’ve looked at are intending to add support.
This was very helpful to know, thank you!
Blocking entire instances still seems to be bugged, in my experience. I’ve blocked a handful of German-language instances because I speak 0 German, but still see posts from those instances every now and then.
“On mobile, apologies for bad formatting.”
As if posting from a mobile device somehow prevents you from using paragraphs and punctuation? Give me a break. You either can’t be bothered, which means you’re not worth interacting with; or you had to repeat at least a high school English class or two growing up. Either way you need to stop blaming your fucking phone.
My 512GB Steam Deck, easily. I’ve used it almost every day for going on a year now, and the novelty of playing things like Witcher 3, or Mass Effect, or a fully modded Skyrim anywhere I want still hasn’t worn off.
Re: your stance of feminism and its role in the betterment of the lives of men.
I don’t think it’s unreasonable to suggest that the primary problem at the core of most issues facing men today is the narrow, unrealistic, and frankly unhealthy image of masculinity that our society expects us to strive for. And I have to imagine that the (or at least a) goal of any sensible male advocacy group would be to push back against the notion that a man who doesn’t meet this single societal ideal of manliness has failed to be a man.
However, I also don’t think it can be dismissed as coincidence that so many of the words used to belittle men and boys who behave in ways they’re not “supposed” to imply femininity.
“Don’t be such a pussy.”
“That guy’s a little bitch.”
“Haha, he cried like a girl!”
Would you not agree that one of the most powerful ways to go about robbing these types of sentiments of their power over young boys is to help feminists destigmatise simply being a girl or a woman? Most issues facing men aren’t because women are being given advantages, but because men face the disadvantage of not being allowed to adopt roles or attitudes deemed beneath us — just as women are not allowed to adopt roles and attitudes deemed beyond their place.
I firmly believe that feminism, if truly successful, will allow men the freedom to be who and what they want to be because “masculine”/“feminine” will no longer equate to “good”/“bad” or “strong”/“weak”.
The theme from Sherlock along with Holmes’ little “the game is on” leimotif were pretty great.
Same with the driving beat from the Arrow title card — in fact I’m a big fan of Blake Newly in general, but it’s the track “Setting Up the Lair” from the first season that plays most of my favourite elements.
But the title sequence that stands out best for me is the 2010 version of the Doctor Who theme. The music from that season in particular has always hit me hard, but all of Murray Gold’s work on the show was phenomenal.
“I call them how I see them.”
“I’m just brutally honest.”
“I’m just telling it like it is.”
These phrases are used exclusively by rude, obnoxious, condescending assholes trying to justify being shitty to other people for no reason.