And that thing where you're reading something, and you know you read the words, but none of them "stick" and now you have to re-read the whole thing to figure out where you got lost.
I gotta tell ya, the only fascists I've met (who share their opinion in front of me) are online. All the ones I meet in day-to-day life are smart enough to keep their opinions to themselves.
Absolutely fascinating! As shareholders they have a unique standing for this suit. I'm going to be watching this closely.
Wow. Innovative way to try to force change, nuns. Regardless of how you feel about guns, this is a very interesting way to attempt to accomplish their goal.
The thing is, the guy? The character of The Piano Man? He's a fucking dick! He spends the entire song singing about every single person in this bar, boiling them down to one or two of their least desirable traits- which, by the way, he's obviously been playing at this bar long enough to get to know all of them well enough to boil them down!- and then he sings about how great he is and how he's the only joy in their miserable little lives!
I want to get the waitress who's practicing politics, the men sharing a drink they call loneliness, the businessmen getting stoned, and we are gonna write a song called "The Piano Man is a Fucking Dick Who Thinks He's Too Good to be Here!" Fuck that guy!
I've been on Lemmy talking about this for ages. Listen. I'm in healthcare. I work under the Deparment of Developmental and Intellectual Disabilities in a 501c3 doing residential care.
The health care system in America is absolutely fucked from top down.
I'm working constantly. We do not have enough people. In my particular field, we are vastly underpaid for the work we do, so no one wants to do it. The jobs are there, the labor isn't. And listen, no one in this job can blame them!
We're so burned out that every time yet another person quits we all nod and say, "Good for them" and soldier on, because if we stop showing up, these people will die.
That's just residential care. People living communally with disabilities wind up in every facet of health care (urgent care, hospitals, physicians) at an insane rate, so I see different facilities almost every day, and everywhere I go the story is the same!
Something has to give. You can't order us to work and eventually the rising cost of living will force people like me to give up on these marginalized populations. Every LPN and CNA I know has quit healthcare altogether because it's not worth it. The only one I know who still works is a PRN contractor who charges over $30/hour to work in nursing homes. We have to do something or there won't be anyone left to treat anyone!
In fact, I would much rather live in a community where a wholesome, humming orb would be a welcome sight. If people report every single ominous orb that they see, why, there would be less majesty in this world. That sounds like the kind of austere, silent community that Desert Bluffs wants to be, and do we really want that to be the place we call home, dear listener?
Out Cold, holy shit. What a deep cut.