Because they're also rich. Laws are for the poors.
deathbird
joined 2 years ago
Public micro blogging overall is a bane, so yes.
The difference between clearly documenting features, and hiding or removing them.
First time I saw a Zoomer do that it hurt my soul.
This is actually a good take. Kids aren't miniature adults, they're kids. They're not helpless or useless, but neither are they fully morally and emotionally developed. They need guidance. Plenty of adults can't responsibly handle internet access. I survived early onilne porn and gore and social media, but it's not like any of it benefited me in a meaningful way.
Some folks have an attitude that's like "I touched hot stoves and I learned better", but that's far from ideal.
To be fair, at least as of this moment his prior post says Google is "manufacturing consent for", not "actively supporting". I believe that the former can be the latter, but is not necessarily the latter.
UBlock asks that you give to the blocklist maintainers.
I'm actually for the idea of emojis for protocols. Not Bitcoin specifically because I don't think it has long term potential as a deflationary virual asset, but block chain? Sure.
XP.
Windows was getting to be too much trouble to 🏴☠️, Vista didn't look that great, I couldn't afford to upgrade my hardware to accommodate the bloat, and desktop Linux was a lot more mature and ready to go out of the box.
'That statute prohibits state officials from “corruptly” accepting “anything of value from any person, intending to be influenced or rewarded” for an official act.'
This is quite literally the 'textualists' ignoring the text of the law. Creatively redefining what 'rewarded' means. Jackson's dissent is basically 'Did you read the text?', 'Do you think Congress knows what words mean?', and 'Do you own a dictionary?'
It takes a lot of education to make a ruling this stupid. It should be impeachable.
GOG is good too.
Yes.
I kinda get the disrespect perspective, maybe. I felt that a little as a teen. But then I thought it probably wasn't respectful treating my crush in my mind like a sort of sexless statue or object rather than a real human being that I was in love with and wanted to have sex with.