Rules act differently for rich people and politicians.
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Rules act differently for rich people and politicians.
Department Of Government Efficiency
Not the treasury lol?
This is the answer. Clear, concise, and correct,
Guys, guys, guys…I need the name calling, the insults, the strawman arguments, the DRAMA…what is this “Thanks” and “no problem” crap all about?
/s if it wasn’t obvious
Edit: Apparently one person doesn’t have a sense of humor. Yay!
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Keep fighting the good fight against ignorance and illiteracy!
The maple tree just outside of the large window in our home office is bright red and orange, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the white walls and the wood floor. The wind is gently changing the colors, shapes, and outlines on the reflections, almost like a gentle rain shower of color and leaves. It’s absolutely gorgeous, and I took a few minutes to soak it all in.
It’s designed to keep the prongs from collapsing or extending during manufacturing and shipping.
I’m in the same situation - started with the same printer, put money and parts into it to get it to be reliable, and now I can just login to Octoprint and send something with 99% of prints just working. I wipe the build plate down, blast it with a few squeezes of canned air, and it just works.
But now these kids and their Bambus and multi-color print abilities…get off my lawn. Seriously, kids, you’re in my light and I’m trying to get this hotend adjusted…
When it’s someone else’s dumb thing it’s better for sure
maybe The Youths would sit up and pay attention.
Wow. A tornado needs to find its way there.
Nowadays? Depends on a whole set of indeterminate variables.
But odds point to tazing. arrest, something on that end of the spectrum.
A Catholic Christmas Eve Vigil (not Midnight - different kind of Mass).
The scene was thus: A strange-to-me Catholic church off of something and Capital in Milwaukee, near where my mom, not a religious person but a nice person, took me and my sis when Christmas happened to fall on our regular visitation weekend one particular year.
The priest spoke on and on, as fathers and Father tend to do. The readings familiar, unre(M)arkable, (L)ukewarm, Psalm verse, same as the first.
The Homily was delivered in the patented priestly monotonic nasally drone, the incense and insensitivity flowing too freely. The easily-employed white, gray-haired, “middle class rich”, Kohl’s-suited, stoic husbands stood, sat, knelt, genuflected, stood, knelt, stood, sat, stood, knelt, genuflected, prayed, sang-chanted, with their wives, who were fully guilt-jeweled for common marital slights, whether real or imagined, or who benefited from rich parents who left their ill-gotten legacies to their ill-raised, now boomer kids who have become reluctantly over-sexed wives. The department store credit cards tucked safely in their expensive clutch purses, these women were fully-prepared to wage full-out Karen-esque, post-Christmas sale consumerist war in the following post-holiday sales season.
Retail workers never stood a chance.
In short: The church was overheated, like hell hot, probably good prep for some of these people, and my not-Catholic mother was next to me trying to morally fix or better herself, or maybe she was trying to impress my sister and I, or, more than likely on reflection, trying to placate my very-Catholic dad and stepmom, but mostly I had been standing for what seemed like FOREVER, and my knees alternately locked and unlocked, and my youth-fitting suit that was too small but too expensive to replace at Kohls just yet sweltered me under imagined and real guilt, and the incense, and the droning, and the HEAT…
I was about 4 seconds from passing out when some stranger approached me and said “Hey, you don’t look OK. Let’s go outside now before you faint.” and I swear it’s the best religious experience I’ve ever had: A human being a human and taking pity on a young kid dealing with physical and emotional distress. I went outside and cooled off in the Midwestern December air. Soon after, my mom and sis came outside and we left in the beater car that smelt like gas if the heater was fully turned on, so we had to leave the freash air selector on and the slider control at no more than 3/4 quarters, but that’s OK because the A/C, which hadn’t functioned in many presidential election cycles, was fully-replaced by the December air, the religious experiment over.
I’m not at all religious but I hope that guy knows just what he did for us that night. We were faking faith, just trying to be good people, and the droning, heat, guilt, and THAT FUCKING CHRISTMAS INCENSE just did us in.
Lesson learned.
Pew or pew not - there is no die.
Backblaze is a great backup solution. They publish drive stats and even show you the hardware they use.
https://www.backblaze.com/cloud-storage/resources/hard-drive-test-data
https://www.backblaze.com/cloud-storage/resources/storage-pod
Welcome to the fediverse!
Definitely search for the communities you are interested in and click subscribe. There may be several similar communities on different Lemmy instances with different rules or vibes. Also, if the subscribe button says subscribe pending, you can ignore that.
Lemmy is amazing to be a “knight of new” as it were because the cross-talk, noise, bots, etc are just not there like they are in reddit. I’ve found communities I never would have known about.
Keep in mind Lemmy is very actively developed. If you do end up staying with Lemmy consider tossing a few dollars to the devs. I’ve always found the devs courteous and approachable when I’ve encountered a bug.
You’re good. Being a smaller engine though, I wouldn’t go much past that.
The simulation keeps on churning…
These aren’t Christians, these are wolves in sheep’s clothing.