I’m fairly confident they didn’t know. I’d be willing to bet the vast, vast majority of people don’t know what that word means.

Love that game. The gameplay was not good, but the script was hilarious. They knew exactly how ridiculous the Skittles connection was.

It’s also where I learned that the singular of Skittles is “Skittles”. No such thing as a Skittle.

Maduro cheating comes from the same people that said the US 2020 election was rigged

Do you have a source for that? Because from what I can tell, the exact opposite is true, and the sources for these two claims are generally opposed to each other.

… Is that Dean Cain?

So OneDrive actually saved me a ton of time this year at work. We implemented it at the end of last year, and we had a lot of problems with it at first.

So usually something would go wrong, and it was my job to dig deep and figure out what caused it. But for the first half of this year, I could just say, “I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure it’s OneDrive,” and then I could relax and do something else.

Well, nobody’s perfect.

I’m just saying, her heroes may be unrealistic, but her villains are a prescient depiction of MAGA. So it’s strange to me when people try to equate Rand with MAGA.

It’s like 50 pages long, which yeah, is way too long.

But what he’s actually doing is calling for a general strike. He’s explaining that if every productive person just stops contributing to society for a few years, then the parasitic oligarchy will die out, because they’re not capable of keeping things running themselves.

It doesn’t resolve the overt conflict, but it’s suggested that his plan is in motion by the end.

She bought into the fantasy that the rich get rich because they’re smarter and harder working than everyone else, when really they’re all a lot more Trumpy than she would have thought.

But that’s really specifically the opposite of what happens in the book.

The richest people in the book are referred to as “The Aristocracy of Pull”: people who make their wealth by influencing governments to unevenly enforce economic restrictions. Oligarchs, basically.

The entire point of the book is that these people are parasites who obtain wealth without producing anything of value. The heroes in the story stop them by withholding their labor until the system collapses.

The president in the story is a useful idiot installed by these oligarchs.

That’s literally the whole book. You can argue about her version of utopia: people thriving by exchanging the fruits of their labor under a free market system. But her version of dystopia is pretty much what we’re going through: incompetent sycophants being installed into positions of power by anti-intellectuals who can’t tell the difference between wealth and talent.

I get why people don’t agree with Ayn Rand, but her philosophy absolutely doesn’t align with modern day Republicans. The villains in Atlas Shrugged are about as Trumpy as it gets.

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There isn’t genocide in Ukraine

When Russia started relocating Ukrainian children into Russian families, that made it a coordinated effort to eliminate a people, which makes it a genocide.

Ow. Fuck. I rolled my eyes so hard that I hurt my head.

Grown men having strong opinions on how Disney Princesses should look will never not be silly.

There’s no reason for it to matter to them.

I used to work at a DVD store, and sometimes we’d get a huge box with a single DVD at the bottom, and a ton of those plastic bags full of air to cushion it. When one of those packages arrived, I’d loudly announce, “Thank god! Our air arrived!” Then I’d tear it open and we’d all gasp like we’d been holding our breaths waiting for it.

I skip shitty, low quality fiction, yeah.

I never said it wasn’t ok for you to like it. I don’t judge people. I just judge jokes, and this is a sucky joke.

The humor comes from absurdity. Knowing that it’s made up greatly decreases the absurdity.

Over the years I’ve learned to trust my cat. If he’s on the counter, I tell him to get off, and he gets off.

If he doesn’t get off, I know him well enough to know that there’s a good reason. Like he’s looking at me with that same cat expression he always has, but I know he’s thinking, “Trust me, I’m allowed to be here right now.”

Ok, let’s do this.

We silently coordinate our efforts. I start moving appliances off the counter until the intruder is exposed. It’s a cockroach, a big one. It scurries. Bucky swats, stunning it. He gets it in his mouth for a second, but it’s gross so he spits it out. Once it’s disabled, I finish it with a shoe.

Mountain of treats. Glorious victory.

Alternate ending: it escapes under the fridge and Bucky stands guard for three days waiting for it to return. He knows his job.