The demand for pogo sticks is going to skyrocket

This is from the movie about the making of Battlefield Earth with John Travolta played by Val Kilmer

I wonder how does he explain this then?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NRe_x5CECQg&t=32s

See what you did Belgium? Proud of yourselves now?

Well at least I guess this means Greenland’s not getting invaded this week.

I’m looking forward to a series of posts where he has this same pose and signs of decomposition gradually set in

Free parmesan? Why waste it on people you don’t like?

The centrists took a detour around the part where the IQ is

“That’s not even a…” < gets headshot by sniper >

Admit it? There’s not a single commenter here who isn’t proud of the effort they put in. I feel like I came pretty close to success myself.

If the unredacted Epstein files are released there will no longer be a reason to invade Greenland

Don’t buy this product. It doesn’t give you +10 health at all. If they could fix that issue, it would be good though. Also if it could give you immunity to tasers.

The problem with conglomerating your craziness is that whatever it conglomerates around becomes socially and politically powerful, and whatever ethos it offers tends to be deeply flawed. For jumped up apes trying to function at a higher level, self reflection and the capacity to question your delusions are essential skills, but these are anathema to religion. The belief system must protect and promote itself. So instead you end up supporting a bunch of pedophiles who want to fuck up the entire world, and getting all giddy about the mess you’re making because you just can’t wait for Jebus to come back and fix everything. So while I’m not really disputing the social and mental health benefits of religion at an individual scale, we’re currently experiencing the worldwide political and environmental consequences of large scale, organized, delusional thinking, and it isn’t pretty. At least if we could all agree that when you join a religion you give up your right to vote, it wouldn’t be so bad.

“No fireworks for Karen either”

doubt

Tipped workers were a way for employers to avoid paying (mostly black) workers, effectively providing slavery-lite even after slavery had ended

It’s not just about being cheap though. It reinforces the idea that the worker is of a lower social status than the customer. The customer may, at their own discretion, choose whether or not to pay the worker a fair wage for the work they have done. That’s a very clear power imbalance.

Not the VR part, but what if you could construct a scenario where all the power seeking people end up in what they think is a bunker where they are controlling everything, but actually it’s one of many prison cells where the scenario dictates you have to stay inside or lose your grip on power. You can only walk out if you decide you don’t want to rule the world. A prison without locks or guards.

“we’re dating ourselves”

She had me in the first half, until the magical energy kicked in. Really illustrates how much you can overlook when you’re quite sure you know who the good guys are. I bet the Nazi party also had its fair share of magical energy back in the day.

It varies though. Here in northern Italy tipping is rare to the point where it’s kind of a social blunder. Many restaurants take a pride in excellence, both in food and service. In any given place, what they offer is what they offer. Trying to pay extra for that might come off as crass and unnecessary, rather than a welcome gesture.

Apart from being simpler, this is more respectful to waiting staff as a profession. How they do their jobs and what they get paid is between them and their employer, they aren’t obliged to kiss your ass in the hope that you throw them a few extra euros. It’s a different power dynamic where customers and staff are interacting as social equals.

Also it’s not uncommon that the person serving you is actually the restaurant owner, or a family member.

When I was a kid, sex ed was bush porn. In any patch of urban common land you’d find these little jazz mags under the bushes. I guess they just grew on the bushes, you could tell when they weren’t ripe yet if some of the pages didn’t open

jacuzzi jets + bubble bath = foam party!