People automatically look at government as a source of totalitarianism. Based on history, that’s understandable. But things have changed. Democracy won’t be destroyed by Trump. It will be destroyed by Zuckerberg. Trump’s comments about “the enemies of the people” are entirely unimportant. They are idle chatter. It’s the FB designation of Farrakhan and Co as “dangerous” that we should be scared of.
I hate Louis Farrakhan, obviously. He’s a vicious anti-Semite, a hate-monger. I really, really detest this nasty piece of crap. (I never heard of the other people who got banned but I’d probably hate them, too, if I did).
But a lifetime ban on FB and Twitter he’s been given is a horrible, horrible thing. People who don’t understand why it’s horrible are either very dumb or very very dumb.
Please, read Surveillance Capitalism. Please do. We are cheering on our own enslavement. This is how every totalitarianism happens. The masses always cheer it first. We are making an enormous collective mistake by welcoming this.
I just made a bunch of cash selling a programmable robot toy, a pair of Bluetooth speakers, and a car stereo, and can now visit a used book fair at the local church completely guilt-free. I can probably buy half the fair with the money.
What’s not to like?
We just paid $7,000 for a new furnace and AC, so the online store is going into overdrive.
I’ve gone so nuts about selling that people say “Mother’s Day,” and I immediately think, “ah, the subdivision garage sale, I can unload some merchandise, great!”
On FB people are discussing what they want to get for Mother’s Day, and I’m only thinking of what I can sell.
This mother is in sales, people.
I swear, I’ll soon make more in my online store than I do in my job.
Many people in my department do sales on the side. They sell antiques, jewelry, essential oils, cooking supplies, all kinds of things. I specialize in welding equipment and gadgets.
It’s not that we are poor, although our salaries are a bit pathetic, but it’s just fun. The downside is that my house is filled with boxes because the stuff I sell tends to be bulky.
The body of a child has been recovered and three people are missing after the raft they were using to cross the Rio Grande River capsized late Wednesday night. “What we’re dealing with now is senseless tragedy,” said Del Rio Sector Chief Patrol Agent Raul L. Ortiz. “The men and women of the U.S. Border Patrol have been doing everything in their power to prevent incidents like this. And yet, callous smugglers continue to imperil the lives of migrants for financial gain.”
Of course, anybody who is bothered by this is a Nazi, anybody who says this is a humanitarian crisis is a Nazi, border patrols who risk their lives to save migrants are Nazis, but coyotes are beautiful heroes.
Psychological problems are a heavy burden. Three months ago, I received what I thought was a rejection of an article I had submitted for publication. It started with the words “unfortunately, we will not be able to publish your article titled XYZ in our journal…”.
I got upset, stopped reading the email, closed it, and moved on. This article is a bit of a touchy subject because I had originally written it for an edited volume whose editors behaved in an irresponsible way and annoyed me.
Today, I got another email from the journal asking me where the article is and why I’m not sending it. It turns out that the original email said “we will not be able to publish your article titled XYZ in our journal in its current form. Please make required changes and send it back within 3 months.”
It also turns out that the original email said that there’s also a second journal that is interested in the article, so I have to choose where I want to publish it.
I feel like a bit of an idiot now.