But you still have to take steps to do it or your hand will never get better.
As someone else said in another comment a broken foot might be a better metaphor. Or a leg. Two legs even.
You’re telling people with broken feet and legs to just walk to the doctor.
No, it was democracy manifest.
Streaming is bringing unskippable ads and surveillance.
Torrents bring neither and are higher quality and more user friendly.
The internet is making things worse, not better.
No, it’s not. Before the Internet you could only watch what was on, when it was on.
Now you can torrent anything you want to watch, whenever you want to watch it, and in much higher quality than TV used to be. And, again, without ads, which TV has always been riddled with.
That’s infinitely better, on multiple metrics.
They should eat each other. It’s the only ethical choice.
It sets a context for people unfamiliar with 4B.
Most people outside of Korea won’t be familiar with its internal politics, but anyone with the most basic education will know what Lysistrata is about.
an ancient comedy that would take an entire paragraph of preamble to explain
It shouldn’t need explaining, though.
It’s basic common knowledge that anyone with the slightest interest in not being ignorant should have been familiar with by the time they finished general education.
(You don’t need to have watched or read the play, mind, that might be out of your control depending on its availability in your context, but there’s no excuse for not knowing it exists and what it’s about.)
Or use NewPipe if you don’t need to sync with your Google account.
murder a puppy with his bare hands
Would have to be quite a small puppy, though.
Not as much as going from coax to RJ45, or from PATA to SATA, or from PC/AT to PS/2 to USB or Bluetooth, or from D-SUB to DVI to HDMI or Display port, or from the old serial and parallel ports to USB or Bluetooth (I mainly skipped SCSI), and I sort of miss having to turn the connector 360° around for it to fit…
The economy will be crashing anyway.
Futurama calls the current era the Stupid Ages.
As for the period between the fall of the western Roman empire and the renaissance, it’s often referred to as the Middle Ages.
When you send someone a message in some messaging system which has read confirmations (like whatsapp, for instance, or outlook), and the message is marked as read (or you receive a message read confirmation, or whatever equivalent your messaging system has), but they never actually reply, which often implies that they don’t want to (or can’t be bothered to, same difference). Whatever the case they probably don’t have as much respect for you as you have for them.
As a metaphor I suppose it can also mean doing something for someone without getting anything in return, even though reciprocation would normally be expected.
English is my third language and I had no problem understanding it (and neither did whoever or whatever is behind the account you replied to, and I’ve got them tagged as a russian — or chinese — troll bot account)…
I do wish, however, that anyone who writes “U” instead of “you” would slowly die of exploding anal cists and haemorrhoids, though, I’ll give you that.
Look at the bright side: today’s the best day of the rest of your life! And so will every day from now on!
Who the fuck would be in the favour of fascists…?
Franco did not sire the entire Spanish population.
No, but he did kill, or drive into exile or poverty and political irrelevance anyone who didn’t share his views.
Most of the surviving population, especially the ones with economic and political power, were fascists. Their children were fascists. Their grandchildren were fascists wearing progressive masks. And their great grandchildren are fascists who’ve taken off their masks.
When the bastard said he left everything “tied up and well tied up” he wasn’t kidding.
Germany was forced to clean up house, though.
Franco died in bed (in extreme agony, apparently; the only good thing the bastard ever did; but still), naming his successor, whose son is the current unelected parasite on the throne. The dictator’s children and grandchildren are public figures, celebrated and followed by embarrassingly large portions of the population.
The murderers and torturers who worked for him kept their jobs, were forgiven all their crimes, and their children and grandchildren succeed them (old money and contacts in high places go a long way towards winning elections).
The supposed “transition” merely put some new wallpaper on top of the existing structures, with a watered down constitution voted under military threats: vote for it, or else, even going as far as staging a coup attempt so that Franco’s successor could “save the day”, become a hero, and water the new supposed democracy down even further.
Do not compare Spain to Germany. It’s extremely insulting to Germany.
Most other states tend not to celebrate their raping, murdering, and pillaging as a national holiday, though.
And there’s also the fact that most Spanish politicians are descendants of those that served under the coupist dictator Franco (who nominated the current parasite in chief’s father as his successor), and share the same political views, as does a nauseatingly high portion of the population.
Move on
No.
Brigadier General Jack D. Ripper:
I can no longer sit back and allow Communist infiltration, Communist indoctrination, communist subversion, and the international Communist conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids.
(…)
[through his cigar] Mandrake,
Group Captain Lionel Mandrake:
Yes, Jack?
Ripper:
Have you ever seen a commie drink a glass of water?
Mandrake:
Well, no I… I can’t say I have, Jack.
Ripper:
Vodka. That’s what they drink, isn’t it? Never water?
Mandrake:
Well I… I believe that’s what they drink, Jack. Yes.
Ripper:
On no account will a commie ever drink water, and not without good reason.
Mandrake:
Oh, ah, yes. I don’t quite… see what you’re getting at, Jack.
Ripper:
Water. That’s what I’m getting at. Water. Mandrake, water is the source of all life. Seven tenths of this earth’s surface is water. Why, you realize that… seventy percent of you is water.
Mandrake:
Uhhh God…
Ripper:
And as human beings, you and I need fresh, pure water to replenish our precious bodily fluids.
Mandrake:
Yes. [chuckles nervously]
Ripper:
You beginning to understand?
Mandrake:
Yes. [chuckles, begins laughing/crying quietly]
Ripper:
Mandrake. Mandrake, have you never wondered why I drink only distilled water, or rain water, and only pure grain alcohol?
Mandrake:
Well it did occur to me, Jack, yes.
Ripper:
Have you ever heard of a thing called fluoridation? Fluoridation of water?
Mandrake:
Ah, yes, I have heard of that, Jack. Yes.
Ripper:
Well do you now what it is?
Mandrake:
No. No, I don’t know what it is. No.
Ripper:
Do you realize that fluoridation is the most monstrously conceived and dangerous communist plot we have ever had to face?
(…)
Mandrake, do you realize that in addition to fluoridated water, why, there are studies underway to fluoridate salt, flour, fruit juices, soup, sugar, milk, ice cream? Ice cream, Mandrake. Children’s ice cream?
Mandrake:
Good Lord.
Ripper:
You know when fluoridation first began?
Mandrake:
No. No, I don’t, Jack. No.
Ripper:
Nineteen hundred and forty six. Nineteen fortysix, Mandrake. How does that coincide with your postwar commie conspiracy, huh? It’s incredibly obvious, isn’t it? A foreign substance is introduced into our precious bodily fluids without the knowledge of the individual, and certainly without any choice. That’s the way your hard core commie works.
Mandrake:
Jack… Jack, listen, tell me, ah… when did you first become, well, develop this theory.
Ripper:
Well, I ah, I I first became aware of it, Mandrake, during the physical act of love.
Mandrake:
[sighs fearfully]
Ripper:
Yes a profound sense of fatigue, a feeling of emptiness followed. Luckily I was able to interpret these feelings correctly: loss of essence.
Mandrake:
Yes…
Ripper:
I can assure you it has not recurred, Mandrake. Women… women sense my power, and they seek the life essence. I do not avoid women, Mandrake, but I do deny them my essence.
Fucking bones. Inside my body. Everywhere. And my brain is trapped inside one of them. Fuck. 😖