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I have had multiple people claim this at me this over the last few days and when challenged thus far nobody has actually be able to articulate how he or for that matter anyone else in his entourage plans to do this, especially in light of Republicans consistently and steadfastly working against any and all minimum wage increases at least since Nixon.

So, the ball’s in your court.

“Trump will raise wages.”

Okay, smart guy, how?

I would have left a thumbtack on every chair, and a bucket of whitewash balanced over every door.

Work work.

Anthropogenic global warming is not a “debate.” It is a scientific consensus among a significant majority of the world’s scientists across a full spectrum of disciplines, whereas the counter opinion remains a minority pushed almost exclusively by monied interests.

Have you done any “research?” Are you a qualified expert in any relevant field? I predict that you are not.

Smooth brain. No ridges or lumps, nor valleys or bumps; all facts and just logic slide right off.

Shallow Thought Of The Day: Any game mentioned in this thread twice is automatically someone who didn’t read all the comments before posting.

Especially because certain aspects of the storyline are random on each playthrough. Who is and isn’t a replicant is not always the same, nor is how certain characters will react to the same dialog questions on subsequent runs. Depending on how the cards fall, this arguably also includes you.

Yes, I still have this on all four original CD’s.

I had this as a kid. From a shareware compilation CD.

For the Gen-Z kids in the audience, that’s like a little snapshot of the internet that you bought at a computer show or flea market for $2, and was worse than the internet because it didn’t have any boobies on it, except it was better than the internet because your parents wouldn’t gripe at you constantly for always tying up the house’s telephone line and you barely had to wait to play anything on it.

Where was I again?

Oh yeah. I got my ass kicked by that game. It was also cool that you could set any Windows .ico file as your player character, though. You could run around as Captain Notepad or Sir Calculator the Algebraic if you wanted to.

Commander Keen

Only if you never watch CV-11.

You broke it, you bought it.

Ah, the Vetinari principle. One man, one vote.

Vetinari is that man, and he has that vote.

I’m finding it hard to believe that there is anything new to say about the Oak Island Money Pit at this point. Everyone and their grandma has stuck a shovel in it by now, and the only things of any note whatsoever that most recent excavations have found has been crap left there by the previous excavations. There is no suspense. There is no new discovery. There is no big reveal. There is no treasure there and there never was.

Oak Island at this point is just a lame joke, a meme of about the same caliber as all those little old ladies in the tabloids who totally saw Elvis alive and walking around at a motel outside of Omaha.

The fact that anyone can continue to blather about this “story,” and that anyone will still listen, is just a testament to just how badly our education system has failed everyone for the last half a century. The only topic about which it says anything at all is the stupidity and credulity of the public. So, business as usual for the History Channel these days.

And the whole chat censoring thing, and Microsoft doubling down on banning players on all servers for chat content in their own private servers.

That’s the neat part: I don’t.

Not anymore. I scaled back my fast food consumption quite a bit in previous years, but when the prices of everything skyrocketed to absurd levels during COVID I just quit going to fast food places and never looked back. I get Taco Bell or something like, maybe two or three times a year now and that’s usually when I’m on a road trip or something. Otherwise they can get bent as far as I’m concerned.

If I want slop it’s cheaper and honestly also easier to just buy a TV dinner from any of the selection of general goods stores within walking distance of my house and pop it in the microwave. And these days probably faster, too, because I don’t have to deal with the McAttitude or inevitably discover that the fast food place is trying to run with half the staff it’s supposed to have because its franchise owner is a greedy prick, nor have to worry about getting sucked into the thrice-weekly fistfight in the parking lot, nor getting caught in the crossfire because some fuckmuch is salty about not getting enough ketchup packets and decides to shoot up the joint.

It’s satire, but it’s also very, very realistic.

Some people are apparently incapable of learning anything except by rote. To them, every problem or situation has one solution, and they have no answer for any situation that has not previously been explicitly spelled out to them and the solution memorized, and failing that they not only won’t know what to do but they flat out won’t even try. There is no such thing as figuring out a new solution to anything based on logic or deduction. In any process, they will refuse to understand how the result is actually derived from the actions taken, nor what each step does or why it is done.

I’ve had to work with several people like this over the years and it’s both exhausting and infuriating.

In my line of work I have also been forced to interact with people, mostly clients, who cannot understand hypotheticals. Any abstract or non-concrete concept is completely lost on them and worse, usually exposing them to one will make them irrationally angry in response – which they will immediately direct at you, you nerd.

These people are not only allowed to vote, but also drive cars, own firearms, and have children. It’s shocking.

When an eel lunges out and takes a bite from your snout, it’s a moray.

Seems like someone spent a little too much time studying the blade.

I once heard it also involves a miserable little pile of secrets.

…And emissions valves, vacuum hoses, evap canisters, fuel cap/seals, possibly a valve cover gasket, serpentine belt, tensioner, and idlers, fuel filter, possibly the fuel pump. 500,000 kilometers is 310,685 miles for all the Yanks and Brits in the audience, and if you manage to drive a combustion car that far without needing all of those things, let alone any selection of them, I will eat my distributor cap.