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— 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑹𝒚𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑳𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓.
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anyway jeff bezos could eradicate homelessness. he could literally give each homeless person 100k and it would only take less than .5% of his entire wealth. what the actual god giving fuck
Why do you think they deserve it
Well shelter is a basic need, and would at the very least allow them a place where they can get back on their feet. Food water and shelter are necessary for a healthy body and psychology. There’s also the fact that they’re people too, and a little help goes a long way in making a decent community. There’s plenty of reasons
Yeah they need stuff, but why does every homeless person deserve 0.5% of someone’s income
You have five hundred apples, and just one day to eat them all.
You pass by a small crowd of hungry children, and decide you’d rather 455 apples go rotten than give them to some snotty brat who isn’t your problem.
It doesn’t matter how hard you’ve worked for your 500 apples, or that you aren’t the parent of any of those kids. in the moment you decide to walk away, it doesn’t matter why they’re hungry, or who owes who what.
You had the opportunity to help people, you had the ability to help people, you had the resources to help people. You had everything you needed to make a small, tiny little difference in someone’s life, and you decided not to.
What are you going to buy in your lifetime that’s worth more to you than your own humanity?
What are you going to buy in your lifetime that’s worth more to you than your own humanity
Reblogging for the very, very important lesson
This has been my main argument against "AI" from the very beginning.
OpenAI scraped the entire web. All of which had been a labor of love from humans. Wikipedia is the backbone of a lot of LLMs, and that was volunteer human labor. They stole it and now they're selling it back to us.
And worse, they're trying to destroy the free sources that they stole from. It's destruction of human knowledge on an unprecedented scale. The burning of the library of Alexandria has nothing on this.
Isle of Lewis, Outer Hebrides, Scotland
By Jim Richardson
by lianamodonova
Giving characters control of your story lets narratives develop in organic and interesting ways, and lets readers engage on a deeper level.
Until they decide to run off into a part of the world you haven't worked on yet and you have to scramble for what they find there. Or maybe that's more of a fantasy writer issue.
I don’t know if this will be any good, but either way I feel like I should have been getting ads for this instead of tampons and betting agencies.
Remove immunity and require each officer to carry insurance. The more fucked up the department the higher their insurance and individually it swings further based on claims.
Hit their pocketbooks the way they hit their wives and kids.
Autumn
Some pretty pictures I found from my trip to Scotland. Castle Eileen Donan.
Looks a wonderful trip to Scotland! Mist and an old castle… It feels like there is a touch of gothic!
Happy Juneteeth! Wishing you a safe and awesome day!
Was driving with my grandmother and in broken English she says “no eyes… no nose… no face. Don’t trust.” To which I looked around wildly in search of this omen of ill portend.
Cybertruck. It was a cybertruck.