“wouldn’t you rather earn something than have it just handed to you?”
Yeah when it comes to actual awards and fancy goods, but when it comes to basic needs, basic human decency, and accomodations, those things should always be handed to people. No one should have to “earn” those things.Value people as people, not base it on how much they produce.
yeah but that creates a severe dependency that could be exploited easily, and creates a slippery slope @musical-clarity
Actually studies show that people who live in places with universal income (who are given money with no strings attached just for being citizens) do far better work than those who don’t and are more enthusiastic to do work.
This is because they still want nice things and will work for those but the part of their energy that was devoted to worrying about if they have enough money to pay the rent and bills this month is now freed up to do other things.
Some people will always be lazy and take advantage of the system, but they are always a tiny percentage and it seems ridiculous to me to punish the majority and severly hamstring their abilities just because a handful of people will simply live of basic income rather than work.
It’s been tested a couple times. In Canada, in some European countries, and the results are always the same.
There are two groups of people who show a statistically significant (Greater than one half of one percent, or 1 in 200) increase in Not Working and living off the guaranteed income. Parents of Children under school age, and full time students.
Among ALL other groups, employment actually INCREASED. Why? Because guaranteed minimum income means that homeless people can get at least a basic low end apartment. It’s hard if not impossible to get an above board job without a permanent fixed address. Also more people were able to have and maintain a BANK ACCOUNT. It is often hard to get a decent job without an account that can accept Direct Deposit for paychecks.
Also, lost work time due to illness and injury decreased across the board. It turns out if people are getting a decent amount of money each month they can A> afford to eat better, and B> obtain decent medical attention both preventative and emergency. Crazy right?
So why hasn’t it caught on?
Because it doesn’t directly benefit the people in power, and it increases THEIR PERSONAL taxes, their CORPORATE TAXES, and thus decreases their PERSONAL INCOME.
So, because Jeff Bezos and Alan Greenspan might fall from making 100 billion dollars a year to making 99.8 billion dollars a year, it’s a hard NO and we can all fucking die..
The End.
reblogging solely for that deeply unnerving caption
FRESHLY PEELED SHEEPS
Fuck this. Does everyone just not see the blood scrapes on some of their backs and faces???!!! Anyone, seriously, correct me if I’m wrong because this is making me upset af
Domesticated sheep need to be sheared because they don’t shed their coats on their own and it can be bad for their health if it gets too big.
Also, it looks considering how close they cut that it went fairly well. I see like 2 nicks maybe, but with the photo it’s hard to tell. I mean, unfortunately, you’re going to nick a few animals because they don’t understand the order of “stand still” very well.
Sheep can die from heat exhaustion if they aren’t sheared.
Also, their skin secretes lanolin, which quickly soothes and heals any nicks they get during shearing.
in conclusion, it is good to peel the sheeps
Please peel your sheeps
A Shining Star (Closed)
“I’m kind of impressed that you’re looking so far ahead.” Tempest said with growing signs of irritation, more like resentment, in her voice. “It’s a shame people have to be so stupid about war.”
{Tempest, please watch your language.} Adrianna chided.
“Come on! It pitiful to see just how ignorant they are of their own ignorance! We work our backs off to protect them, and all they do is complain? I hate it! We should just call them dissenters and lock them up. War is what machines like me were built for!”
Once her outburst had run its course, her face paled with horror. “I… Oh my, I’m so sorry… Admiral, please, I didn’t mean that!” she proclaimed quickly, looking up at the superior. She feared punishment, and rightly so; by all accounts, she was out of line. Such is the result of her first encounter with the emotion known as anger.
Halycon looked equally shocked, covering her mouth.
Director Xiaoyu merely raised an eyebrow, while Red laid a hand on Tempest’s shoulder.
“It’s alright, Tempest. Believe me, you weren’t the first to speak like that, and you certainly won’t be the last. A lot of us are high-strung at the moment, so I’ll let this slide. Just be more careful with your words in future, alright?”
To Xiaoyu, Red bowed his head briefly. “My apologies for Tempest’s inflammatory words just now, Director. The military mindset is strong in a lot of shipgirls.”
Xiaoyu merely waved a hand idly. “No offense taken, I myself have a slight distaste for their tendency to push for pacifism, even when it’s . Few understand the necessity of a military in this age. I may be a scientist first and foremost, but on occasion conflict can drive technology forward.”
An insistent-sounding beeping was heard from her end, and she glanced elsewhere before looking back at them. “My apologies, it appears a matter from Project Stratos requires my assistance. I’ll have to talk more another time. Farewell for now, you all.”
Xiaoyu’s avatar winked out with a chime, Red giving another comforting pat on the shoulder to the carrier as Halycon watched them both. “Feeling better, Tempest? Perhaps a meal can help you calm down a bit more.”
Tempest subconsciously leaned closer to the Fleet Admiral, grateful for the reassuring contact. The poor shipgirl looked like she was on the verge of tears.
“I’m so sorry…” She repeated sheepishly. “I-I don’t know what came over me, it just felt so… so overpowering. Is that normal? Is this what real people always feel like?”
“I don’t want to eat right now, I just want to understand what’s happening to me…”
A silence befell the Fleet Admiral as he proceeded to envelop Tempest in a warm hug. Her question had brought on some thinking.
After a moment, when it felt more appropriate to speak, he attempted to answer as best he could.
“It depends on who you look at. Paradoxically, despite being reincarnations of warships, you and your sisters look and feel to a large extent as baseline humans did. Humanity 1.0, so to speak.”
Sensing her confusion, Red elaborated a little more. “Today, most humans in the Initiative have some level of augmentation and a slightly different physiology as well as psychology, enough to be classified as an elevated clade of humanity. Thus, Humanity 2.0.”
“But I digress. This raw anger, this overwhelming feeling of emotion, is how people felt like before the rise of 2.0. I must admit that such moments of emotion have led to both glories and tragedies for people across our entire existence.”
Mentally, Red couldn’t help but sigh a little. Here he was waxing lyrical about the turbulent nature of baseline human emotion, when he himself had by now mellowed out a little with regards to emotional expression.
“It’s why most military personnel have the capability for emotional suppression through their implants in times of extreme emotional stress, to prevent potentially harmful results stemming from rash decisions.”
The fact that shipgirls most definitely did not have implants of any sort due to their unique natures was not lost on the military. “Being what you are, we’ll just have to deal with things as they come. Though I will say that Starbase Zephyr has quite the reputation for…bizarreness. You’ll understand in time. Mostly.”
As if on cue, a voice could be heard over the ambience of the Atrium’s occupants. And it was coming closer.
“-ere did I leave that thing? I swear by stars, I will find that accursed thing and crush it like a tin c…oh, Admiral!”
A rather tall and statuesque woman clad in what appeared to be a fanciful smart dress stopped before Red, saluting him briefly as he released Tempest from the hug. The Fleet Admiral raised an eyebrow. “Lost something, Truth?”
The woman apparently named Truth answered with a hint of frustration and…was it embarrassment? “Haptic pod, though it’s been tampered with. I’d…like to find it. Post-haste. Please.”
“In a moment, Truth, we have someone here. Introduce yourself to her if you please, Halcyon and I can help you find it soon enough.”
Truth noticed Tempest close to Red, and glanced at her in surprise. “…new girl, I take it? Erm…hi. Truth and Valor, Monarch-class dreadnought. Pleasure to meet you…”
The dreadnought waved slightly.
“I’m pretty sure I’m a sociopath. Or something close to it. My parents were pilots, so I spent most of my early childhood on a small island in Tunisia. The only other kids were the children of a local hotelkeeper. I was so isolated that I even invented my own words. By the time I got to high school, I was a monster. I only cared about being the best. I was a bully. I’d argue just for the sake of arguing. I would destroy any belief, just to be right. My behavior is different now. But I think I’m still a sociopath. I’m not sure I feel empathy. But I do always try to make the empathetic choice. It’s an intellectual thing for me. I’m intellectually convinced of the need for empathy. I choose to help other people. I choose to be a reliable friend. I have a wonderful wife who judges me by my actions, and not my reasons for them. Sometimes I feel like Pinocchio. Was he a real boy? Yes, because that’s what he always strived to be.”
I feel like this should open up important conversations surrounding our perceptions of sociopaths and psychopaths in society and how that has been shaped by entertainment media.
Here’s to the non-binary adults trying to deal with the fact that they can’t be out at work.
Here’s to the non-binary adults who can’t even try to be out with their parents because they’re trying to keep things ok for the grandkids.
Here’s to the non-binary adults who say “Oh it’s ok, I’m used to gender-specific binary pronouns” and die a little inside.
Here’s to the non-binary adults who have learned not to care.
Here’s to the non-binary adults who really don’t care about pronouns.
Here’s to the non-binary adults who have to gender-binary themselves for PTA meetings and talking to business owners and government officials.
Here’s to the non-binary adults who feel lost and without community because so much of the vocal and out enby community is very young.
Here’s to the non-binary adults who don’t feel welcome in the trans community and aren’t part of the cis community.
Here’s to the non-binary adults who feel guilty about calling themselves trans because they don’t “feel trans enough” or that they don’t deserve to call themselves trans.
Here’s to the non-binary adults who don’t identify as trans without any guilt about it at all.
Conditional Acceptance is like living on a high wire every day, and “passing privilege” is a painful myth, one that can leave us feeling miserable and crushed and empty.
Love yourself and honor that living in the closet isn’t a privilege. It hurts, and it’s ok that it hurts. You didn’t do anything wrong, the world did.
Ask my muse questions you think will make them angry or upset.
Pull no punches! Make them try to fight you, or try to push them to tears!
A Shining Star (Closed)
“I’m kind of impressed that you’re looking so far ahead.” Tempest said with growing signs of irritation, more like resentment, in her voice. “It’s a shame people have to be so stupid about war.”
{Tempest, please watch your language.} Adrianna chided.
“Come on! It pitiful to see just how ignorant they are of their own ignorance! We work our backs off to protect them, and all they do is complain? I hate it! We should just call them dissenters and lock them up. War is what machines like me were built for!”
Once her outburst had run its course, her face paled with horror. “I… Oh my, I’m so sorry… Admiral, please, I didn’t mean that!” she proclaimed quickly, looking up at the superior. She feared punishment, and rightly so; by all accounts, she was out of line. Such is the result of her first encounter with the emotion known as anger.
Halycon looked equally shocked, covering her mouth.
Director Xiaoyu merely raised an eyebrow, while Red laid a hand on Tempest’s shoulder.
“It’s alright, Tempest. Believe me, you weren’t the first to speak like that, and you certainly won’t be the last. A lot of us are high-strung at the moment, so I’ll let this slide. Just be more careful with your words in future, alright?”
To Xiaoyu, Red bowed his head briefly. “My apologies for Tempest’s inflammatory words just now, Director. The military mindset is strong in a lot of shipgirls.”
Xiaoyu merely waved a hand idly. “No offense taken, I myself have a slight distaste for their tendency to push for pacifism, even when it’s . Few understand the necessity of a military in this age. I may be a scientist first and foremost, but on occasion conflict can drive technology forward.”
An insistent-sounding beeping was heard from her end, and she glanced elsewhere before looking back at them. “My apologies, it appears a matter from Project Stratos requires my assistance. I’ll have to talk more another time. Farewell for now, you all.”
Xiaoyu’s avatar winked out with a chime, Red giving another comforting pat on the shoulder to the carrier as Halycon watched them both. “Feeling better, Tempest? Perhaps a meal can help you calm down a bit more.”
There’s probably more but these are the ones I can think of at the moment! Please be considerate and don’t play pranks at other people’s expenses!
Have fun everyone!
and PLEASE don’t fake pregnancies.
So….I totally never thought about this. I’m sure very few of you have. I don’t know about you, but I’m a bit disturbed…
Wow. Food for thought. I’m sure there’s an answer though.
Their names were translated/Anglicized after going from Greek to English.
The names of the Apostles are of Greek, Aramaic and Hebrew origins. The Hebrew, Aramaic and “Greek” named Apostles were:
Shim’on = Simon (Hebrew origin).
Y’hochanan = John (Hebrew origin).
Mattithyahu = Matthew (Hebrew origin).
Ya’aqov = James (Hebrew origin meaning Jacob).
Bar-Tôlmay = Bartholomew (Aramaic, which is related to Hebrew).
Judah = Jude / Saint Jude (not to be confused with Judas Iscariot, Hebrew origin).
Yehuda = Judas Iscariot (Hebrew origin, Betrayed Yeshua/Yehosua the Messiah).
Cephas / Kephas = Peter (Hebrew / Aramaic origin meaning “Rock”).
Tau’ma = Thomas (Aramaic origin).
Andrew = Andrew (Greek origin. Is the brother of Cephas / Kephas).
Phillip = Phillip (Greek origin).
You will note that there are only 11 names, that is because there were 2 Apostles named Ya’aqov (James), which brings the total to 12 apostles.
To expand on this, Jesus’s name is Anglicized in this way as well. We get Jesus from the Latin form of the Greek “Ἰησοῦς”(Iēsous), which is derived from the Herbrew “ישוע”(Yeshu’a, which meant “YHWH is Salvaion”, YHWH, or Yahweh being the name of God). When another form of that name, ” יְהוֹשֻׁעַ”(Yeoshu’a) was allowed to Anglicize through a different set of corruptions, it entered the English Language through Reformist Protestants as the name “Joshua”.
Yes. Jesus’s actual name is Joshua.
joshua christ this is fascinating
oily josh
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