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I really cannot find any way to make this section on "now decide how many porters to hire for the overland portion of the trip" both interesting and concise, so... concise it is, sigh.
Writing is hard, yo.
nostr:npub18p3fccwqgnxx5nay7xvder7ypazqa4n6ephqgje3ntgwywl5nkhsk403wh I think things have been so comfortable for those in power for so long that they've quite forgotten why so many forms of action were made legal: that it's the compromise. They'll get quite a nasty surprise as to what happens when a picket line is made as illegal as just fucking burning down your boss's house.
nostr:npub18yl523aft0stkww4vr3dqxxafwjve6x3vrvsfa4hla698zp8gdqqy0pegw nostr:npub18p3fccwqgnxx5nay7xvder7ypazqa4n6ephqgje3ntgwywl5nkhsk403wh There's that old joke about a line of soldiers slogging through the mud toward their posting, and realizing they won't make it on time:
"What's the penalty for being late?"
"Death."
"And what's the penalty for rebellion?"
"Death."
"Welcome to the revolution, brother.”
Sang myself the Chore Song while I swept and mopped this afternoon. It goes like this:
A half-assed job is better than none,
better than none,
better than none,
A half-assed job is better than none,
because half a chore's still some.
Other verses include:
* Won't do it well but I'll do it now
* It's already late so I might as well start
* Entropy wants to do me in
* Can't do it all but I can do some
* It won't be perfect, but then, what is?
I find this song very comforting at times.
Tag yourself, I'm "father of a robot infant”