But it’s clear that the culture wars aren’t being fought with the same intensity, that for the most part except the diehards the main part of the Republican mandarins (if not yet the shock troops) are deciding that in the quest to give businesses everything they want, it’s worth ceding to the seething masses a little freedom where it doesn’t matter either way to corporate overlords.
So yes, a victory. But with the VRA effectively gone, living in a surveillance state and that getting worse, with Obama arrogating to himself the role of chief drone executioner of American citizens, and the complete collapse of the idea that prosperity should be shared – and thus the wages and living standard of average Americans – it’s a hollow victory though still sweet of course especially for those who will benefit most from it.
But in reality, though, it is crumbs thrown to increasingly immiserated, intended more to distract and placate than anything having to do with freedom.
It’s just something corporate interests (and here I am referring to large corporate interests, not small businesses) just don’t care about very much at all, and since we live in a corporatocracy the defeat of DOMA was not opposed all that stringently.
Even since 1996 de facto corporate control of government and the economy has gotten far, far more prevalent. Even since the financial crisis, for that matter.
DOMA’s defeat is a victory, and long-fought one. But it’s the smallest hill in a vast range of mountains that no army is likely to be able to take back in my lifetime, or in yours.
Was a woman in my dream again. I think I might’ve been a variant of Sarah Polley in the Dawn of the Dead universe.
I didn’t realize it until I woke up and thought about it for a moment because of course feeling like a woman just feels like being human.
Sometimes dreams are so vivid that waking up to the world is like the phantasm. Not that I wanted to go back. No. In that dream, I was in charge of some experiment to test if the zombies were getting smarter.
I don’t feel a connection with any city that I’ve ever lived in. Not Lake City. Not Charlotte. Not Bellingham. Not Seattle. Not Sharm El Sheikh. Not Chengdu. And not St. Petersburg.
I just have no ties to them that make me feel anything – not talking about people, but the actual places.
Guess I don’t put down roots very easily and of course I am not a city person. Hate them, really. And none of them felt like home, even when I lived there. Even when my life was happy (which it has been often and still is).
Could I feel at home in a place? I don’t know. Perhaps I am just not that kind of person. Probably.
I did feel at home when I lived on the river but then I was almost always alone. Well, there were fish, and I like fish. I think that rootedness had more to do with the river rather than being alone, though.
I belonged there. In a city, I don’t belong and will never belong. Probably that’s most of it.
Shit, I grew up in the South. Ninety percent of everyone I knew was just like this; my closest at the time childhood friend once said, “We had ‘em in slavery once, and we can put ‘em right back in.”
About the NSA stuff, this was common knowledge as early as the mid-1990s. Where has everyone been?
The only thing it has done is made me realize that a blogger I thought was relatively intelligent was a damn idiot, so much so that I’ve now stopped reading the blog altogether.
Yeah buddy, the whole “my rights” and “fourth amendment” thing are there so that no matter what good reason the government has, it can’t just listen to my phone conversations and steal my private data. Or at least it’s not supposed to be able to.
Good fucking god, should we really have to defend this?
Those posts right there are among the two most well-written dumbass posts I have never read.
I’ve hired a lot of people in my life. Many of them turned out to be terrible. Some turned out to be great. I had no way to predict this from the interviews.
Something I’ve always wanted to try but no HR department would allow is to hire people completely randomly (well, sort of). I’d find resumes that are at least very minimally qualified for the job, put the names in a hat or a randomizing computer program and hire the first person it picks.
I bet the results would not be much different than the rigmarole of interviewing and such. In fact, they might be better.