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Half a fresh ‘steamed’ trout and 3 free-range scrambled eggs, with a daily morning dose of the human equivalent of the missing ingredient in concrete that perma-binds it all together.
Pre-cooking…
Post-cooking…
A completely different way to forward the argument is to say it hasn’t yet been tried in a way that excludes the circumstances of capitalism that produce the lazy, unambitious under paid worker and the company owners short staffing their stores to cut costs, etc., so that we can see if anything changes.
Until you do, you can’t say these phenomena are inherent in human nature and how they practice economics.
This is how you shut that ‘marxism won’t work’ nonsense down immediately.
If you find him still going, it means he thinks russia and china and cuba and vietnam et al. were marxist economies. This, in turn, means he doesn’t know what marxism is… which, in turn, means he doesn’t know what he’s being skeptical of or arguing against…
… which, in turn, means wtf are you doing even trying to argue with em?
And this ain’t merely anecdotal. What i just went through is an epidemic experience for people every day all over the world.
One of those stupid little things you suffer daily that doesn’t have to be.
You think parenthetically way faster than I do. And you cut off the parenthetical thoughts a lot easier than I do. And I did sense a joke there, but I didn’t catch it until much later than when I was listening to it (earlier than now). Just a few observations.
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That is my line. Just because you say stuff I say, doesn’t mean everything else about you isn’t horrible.
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Um? 
Yum!
Um. Whatever he could put in front of you is shit until he respects his mother. Don’t forget that.
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Dog<->bone → contentious much.
Giving a dog a bone of contention… is indeed boring.
I got one! I’ve been trying to get one of these on tape for the longest time. Listen to how the cat lady tries to jew the stanley steamer guy into deodorizing the carpet for free… putting him in a very awkward spot. When he resists, she puts the “little old lady needs help” on him, then when he refuses (because he could be fired for doing such a thing), the tone turns into “no that’s too expensive and it’s your fault” (as if this kid sets the prices).
I’m sitting here watching this kid nervously shifting on his feet under the pressure and interrogation of this wretched piece of shit and it takes everything I’ve got not to knock her out.
I’m pulling the kid aside later when he loads his hoses back into the van and telling him he’s good and to not feel bad. This piece of shit does this all the time.
What you just heard happens every day all over the world, and it happens because of the capitalist. The price for every commodity or service is artifically inflated so that a third party (the capitalist) can make a profit without doing anything. If stanley steamer were removed from this equation, the carpet cleaning price would be much lower, and the cat lady might be able to afford the deodorizer.
Don’t understand? Okay. If the actual cost to clean a carpet equals the total amount paid to the laborer who cleans it and the cost of materials (van, gas, vacuum, etc) required to do it, why is that not the price that the customer pays? Because if that’s what happened, the capitalist would be out of business. He has to pay the kid less than what he makes from the kid’s vacuuming and charge the customer more than what it cost him to send the kid over here.
The kid and the cat lady suffer unnecessarily because of Stanley’s presence.
This thing you just heard is because of the middle man, the capitalist.
See how ugly capitalism makes people? The cat lady putting the evil jew trick on the underpaid overworked kid so he might risk his job and give the broke cat lady something for free.
Promcast #381, Stanley Steamer and Prom discuss the decriminalization of marijuana, the incompetence of law enforcement against it, and the nefarious forces at work to prevent it.
And a happy ending. All parties appear to be satisfied. The faux personableness you now observe in the cat lady exists only because the kid sprayed the deodarizer for free… so just block that charade out.
Hopefully, the amount used can’t be accounted for by his boss, or else he’s gonna wonder why dude has run out of deodorizer so quickly.
We further discover that dude may be criticized by his boss for not doing a bad job. Normally, the angry underpaid overworked proletariat that works for stanley steamer doesn’t clean his machines because nobody will find out, so his vacuum doesn’t work for shit… but… he can do a bad job on a whole house in thirty minutes or less, and that’s why the boss loves em.
Not our guy, though. Our guy does it right, so it takes him longer…
Your mom was excellent. Glad to hear her up and sounding strong… which she has to be if she’s going to pass that along to you, only to endure it.
And he sounds very much like you. You found a kindred spirit!
Glad I didn’t hear you talking sideways to your mom. And you tipped him. Good job.
I think you like having imaginary enemies talking like weirdos in your head (the religious right scolding you about devil’s weed for breakfast). You need the antagonism, even if nobody in reality is giving it to you (for sure the real reason you still live with your mom). I kinda do the same thing.
I had a crap ton of sausage nuggets I shouldn’a had, and the assholes in my head didn’t even try to stop me.
Another gem. But i post these only for the existentialists and nihilists here. Only these people are able to be honest about human nature and know it is okay to utterly detest someone.
Her car, which she drives maybe once every two months, is below a quarter of a tank of gas. She discovered this two days ago when driving the cat to the vet. Since then she has bothered me at least six times about putting gas in her car when a) she won’t drive it again for months, b) it has enough gas in it to take her wherever she would go the next time she drives it, anyway, and c) I’m not the kind of guy who would have trouble understanding when a car needs gas to continue running.
Now, aside from this pestilence, this all seems innocuous enough… but it isn’t. It betrays a very, very digusting feature about her… something I’ve witnessed other people recognizing and being appalled by before on several occasions. Everybody who comes in contact with her experiences it eventually (and several times over), and she can only remain oblivious to it.
It’s not just the thing where “she/he is just trying to help”. It’s a relentless display of an unentitled sense of superiority and importance and value where there absolutely is none.
You have to imagine in your head your own personal version of “the worst possible retard” following you around and, because of his/her own inability to do the simplest of things (like knowing when to put gas in a car) expects that you can’t either and so assaults you with a barrage of insulting second guesses and questions about your own competence. Ah. You know the type. Even the dumbest among you have experienced it with someone even dumber than you (as unlikely as that may seem).
I want to the clear that i mean no ill will to this cat lady. This is just a consequence of the circumstances. Bascially, in the state and situation i am in - namely, being unable to leave here freely - everything around me is in danger of being leveled or reduced to ash. Even the good guys are irritating to me these days. It’s absolutely a kind of catharsis; my thymos is actively looking for something, anything, to attack. It’s a reduced mode though… like play fighting. I expunge energies but nobody gets really hurt. Nobody’s dead yet so maybe it’s working.
You’re talking about yourself, right, ‘cause you drive that car, right? I thought you said she wouldn’t drive, so you have to drive her? But why I believe anything you ever say is a mystery to me.
Yes, somebody did sure fail to check your mouth. You’re lucky (but the rest of us are not) you didn’t have my mom. She would’ve freaking made sure you never forgot that lesson. What kind of special genius do you think you have pointing out the most petty of tiny little faults as if she was some kind of repeat flasher that didn’t get a clue that once was wrong enough, or something? Oooo I done said what I said!