I love your post capitalist optimism!

Magnificent comment top to bottom, but this:

He looks like a penis made a wish at a Zoltar machine.

chef’s kiss

She’s not fucking around. Put a ring on it.

The “Unclassified” in the corner is the icing on the cake. Like, either someone had to make the decision on the classification level appropriate for goose confrontations or somewhere there exists a more detailed, unredacted version that has national security implications.

Be me, 16 yo., in basement bedroom chilling. Hear/feel a thud feels like the whole house just got picked up and dropped a few inches. Meet dad’s fiance who had been chilling in the den at the top of the stairs, confused. Eventually look outside through the darkness to see something strange in the front yard. Jump in the car, swing the headlights around to reveal a smoking wreck wrapped around a pine tree in the front yard. Rush out to find what remains of the driver gurgling his last attempts at breaths. Call 911, volunteer firefighters show up within minutes. Nothing to be done. Dude was paste from the inside out. Drunk driving, speeding, and didn’t make the curve.

As an aside, DOT shows up a few days later to trim all of our pine trees with branches at ground level to have no branches below about six feet. Presumably to make it easier the next time? Looked ridiculous.

But yeah, that gurgle was something else. Never heard anything like it before or since.

This comic is dumb. That CEO would have a prepared and well rehearsed response to that question with a bunch of big words and some dog whistle to keeping immigrants from raping your daughters. “The free market can perform the function of rehabilitation better than some bloated bureaucracy. With state-run prisons, inmates of all kinds are released early because there isn’t enough room, regardless of the nature of their crime. This way, you and your family can sleep safely, can attend little league games, and walk down your streets without having to worry what is hiding just around the corner.”

Thinking about the whole “Antifa is a terror organization” announcement from our dear leader.

Next step: “It is un-American not to have Disney+ in your household. Only members of Antifa or trans people don’t have Disney+. It will be mandatory for every patriotic God loving US citizen to have Disney+ in their home and on at least three hours per week. Anyone found not to be watching the party approved level of Disney programming will be taxed $21.99 per month and the proceeds put into a new ‘Mickey Patriot Fund’.”

This is the best take yet.

A-fucking-men

How cute, thinking the rules matter.

They’ll come for him soon enough.

Here’s the thing… I want to be sold something. Not anything, but certain somethings. There was a brief time when Google AdSense was new that I was excited for the experience. (I now know how fucking stupid I was, but hey, I was young).

The idea that a new product aligned to my interests and designed with me in mind would be advertised to me instead of feminine hygiene products or mesothelioma lawsuit ads seemed awesome.

I do not want your bullshit hype machine alpha male inside club cool kid image peddled as the reason I should hand you my money. You’ve got the wrong guy. Tell me what it does with a side of what I can do with it. And the “what I can do with it” shouldn’t be “get laid”.

Anyone who bought one of these ridiculous monstrosities and didn’t expect ads is an idiot.

Punishing little fish is easier to set the expectation that opposing the Party will have consequences.

So, then, according to corpo logic, you’ve setup a system that automatically repeatedly breaks the law (copyright , maybe? Ianal).

And if the liability is on you for hosting a federation service with no control over the content and you are accountable for the replicated content, then it is effectively the end of federation. Again, not a lawyer but given how much the law favors corps over individual rights in the US it seems like it would track.

In your analogy I think Google sells chainsaws, lumber, wood stoves, and paper pulp.

Glorious.

Definition of “keeper”.

This. I’m watching it in real time. I want to grab these fuckers by the shirt and shake them until they get it.

Instead, they’ll get promoted and leave the mess to be cleaned up by someone else.