right after the con chair took the mic, she introduced one member of the convention committee, who proceeded to name 8 or 9 American Indian tribes that had lived in Southeast Michigan in the past and said that “we are their guests here”.
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(I refuse to use the grammatical atrocity “woke”)
Ah, but that’s what’s so brilliant about it. It’s perfect for mockery.
Of course, this kind of thinking is why I have a low Woke Score, but…
The reason? Women are now far more likely to be well-educated and earn more, but not the blokes with whom they mate. Yes, women are marrying down more than ever before. For men, it’s hypergamy, the concept of marrying above your station. Women are pitching their sights a lot lower, hypogamy. Both of these risk the long-term stability of relationships and the answer is monogamy. Joke. It’s actually homogamy. More about that later.
damn those hypergamous men!
seriously though these numbers require very careful handling
regression to the mean
(actually this is the exact example used by Thinking, Fast and Slow)
Is regression to the mean sufficient as an explanation? If we assume that marriage partners aren’t selected for income at all, we’d expect women to marry up more than they married down due to the pay gap, so it seems to me that there remains something to be explained when we find that the exact opposite is occurring.
Have you accounted for the higher rates of both incarceration and homosexuality in men? Oh, and dying off faster too. Basically, there are fewer “eligible” men than women.
Hmn… no doubt this situation will be described as sexist later on. (”A net transfer of wealth to men! How dare they! Where have all the good men gone!”) Though while in my extended family an executive married a blue collar man, said blue collar man was still a very manly type (and fairly sharp, had his own business at one point). Big, tall, works with his hands, likes hunting and fishing, and other things I can’t quite describe.
(Unlike a few other members of the extended family, I approved of this relationship. He’s a pretty good guy. Trustworthy.)
I’ve talked about women wanting status in men, and I think the trick is actually in that gender segregation of professions everyone hates so much. If the career track has no women in it, or few women in it, then it still works for proving masculinity even if it’s low-earning. (It’s a status track that he’s further along that she isn’t, as compared to her being better than him at literally everything.)
Though now I’m wondering about the death rates of lesbians and bisexual women relative to men.
I have come to realize that a big problem with Tumblr Discourse is that Tumblr was never meant to be used as a platform for political discussions of this caliber.
That is what Forums are for, they have moderators.Of course, this only works if the moderators are unbiased, but let’s ignore that for now.
True, but forums aren’t blogs, so actually the preferred Discourse can’t happen there, either.
reblog to give a white socialist a heart attack
>communist nation of Onkwehon:we, an Iroquois language term denoting original people, from an area confined to the eastern great lakes region, yet applied across canada as a “confederacy” on the lines drawn by european empires (i suppose because lmao the #woke iroquois confederacy #resisted the settlers) regardless of individual nations, boundaries and language groups that defy these fake ass borders
>surely to be run and exploited by a centralized government that would inevitably exploit and crush the dessenting nations opposed to this imposition on their culture, a title denoted to represent them from a native confederacy thousands of miles away
>also that huge fucking metis nation that isn’t historically consistent to louis riel’s original metis nation of manitoba
>because the white producers of this image are about as ignorant as the white socialists they intend to give a heart attack to
Yup, seems about right for communists to lump together various different groups in their fantasy exercise in 19 year old oppression
here’s what your map SHOULD look like if you gave a damn about emancipation and rights of north america’s first nations:
I’m a big fan of irony.
Have you ever met someone on the internet that you liked so much that you sometimes sit there and think “Oh man there are people who are lucky enough to see this person IN THE FLESH ON A REGULAR BASIS and I wonder if they realize how LUCKY they are”
Ah, but the people that know me IRL don’t know I’m the person that I am online, where I can safely have fewer social boundaries and present myself however I want, and filter my thoughts through text.
The trick’s on you, dear readers! The grey-skinned cyborg you imagine dutifully making these posts while in Union Army cosplay does not exist!
They’re both characterized by a situation of sudden (and unpredicted) scarcity because of a breakdown in the usual supply chain that provides a good, and the price of that newly scarce good increasing dramatically.
One is where someone who already has a stock of the newly scarce good increases the price and reaps a windfall profit from the event. The other is where someone acts to increase the supply of the newly scarce good, and charges a price commensurate with the extraordinary measures required to do so (ordinary measures, by definition, no longer being adequate to provide a supply).
There are good reasons why we might want to treat these two cases differently, and yet I see very few people, on either side of the debate, willing to make the distinction.
In particular, if you put in tons of time and effort driving supplies to a disaster area from somewhere unaffected by the storm, you should be allowed to sell things for whatever price they sell at. Because getting more supplies to a disaster is good and if you’re not allowed to sell above a stupid definition of ‘at cost’ that doesn’t take into account ‘putting a thousand miles on my car’ or ‘losing my entire weekend’ or ‘the risk that I was wrong and this wouldn’t be needed’ then there will just be fewer supplies for disaster survivors.
And yes, the laws get used that way: After Katrina a guy heard that people needed generators, so he bought 19 of them in Kentucky, rented a U-Haul, and drove them to New Orleans. The police arrested him and confiscated the generators (which they did not distribute to disaster survivors). He intended to sell them at double the cost, and people were eager to buy them at that price. He served four months in our brutal inhumane prison system for ‘price gouging.’
And yes, the laws get used that way: After Katrina a guy heard that people needed generators, so he bought 19 of them in Kentucky, rented a U-Haul, and drove them to New Orleans. The police arrested him and confiscated the generators (which they did not distribute to disaster survivors).
Yeah, this is what I’m worried about. The law will end up being written in a stupid way that makes the situation worse than not having a law.
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Thx, but isn’t that a fanfic site?
So technically, couldn’t only fanfics of Whiteout, rather than Whiteout itself, get posted there?
Whiteout is already fanfic of Richard Spencer. AO3 allows RPF.
(Also, pretty sure AO3 allows original fic too.)
Ah, I see you’ve been keeping an eye on my blog for a while now.
I can’t comment on what role, if any, Dick “Literal Torchlight Rallies” Spencer may or may not have in Whiteout at the moment, as that might contain spoilers.
However, Whiteout may differ from various futurist shitposts previous conceptions I’ve posted on this blog, and in fact, already does.
Now that Whiteout : 4 is posted, you’ll have to guess on your own.
here’s an interesting chart from a study about societal influences on attention spans I’ve found
(source by B.H. Shatner, W. Stokes)
I’m going to assault you
jackpot
The broken-looking figure of Rain Bailey had propped herself up in a chair, out of the bed. Her black hair was a mess, and mostly covered her eyes. She looked at the floor, tiredly. Then, she looked up.
“So, the cops of this Hell world are here to interrogate me, huh. Little demons of order trying to keep the peace in a den of debauchery and sin. Or is it devils? I never could keep the two straight. Fuck you.”
I paused for a moment. “Why did you kill Daniel Blake?” I asked.
“These bodies we have,” she said, “they’re abominations. My body is an abomination. It shouldn’t exist. It makes me sick. So fucking sick, doing these twisted things. The pleasure of sin is an illusion. It hollows out your soul. When he decided not to pay me, I finally realized it was just too much. Seemed like as good a place to start as any. To start ridding this world of filth.”
Charlie gritted his teeth, then couldn’t hold his tongue back. “If you hate this shit so much, why did you buy an F3 body? Hell, if you hate it so much, why not just get a regular job?”
“I bought into the bullshit of this city. The philosphy of it. ‘We’re not degenerates’, they said, 'we have rules.’ But this city is rotten to the core with filth. The rules just make it better at hiding it. It’s sick with perversion. Look at you, pretending to be 'NeoHan’. NeoHan isn’t even a real thing. It’s a warped, funhouse mirror copy of the Chinese, who aren’t even that great anyway. A fake ethnicity. Were you Chinese? Were you ever even Chinese?”
Charlie gritted his teeth again. I looked at her.
“Did you kill Robert Cang?” I asked.
< She’s clearly delusional, > Huan’s voice said through the cybercomms in my head. < I don’t know if any of this will even be admissible as evidence. >
< Fucking pleasureboats. > Said Charlie. < Never trust an F3. >
“Yeah, I guess.” She said.
“Why?”
“I dunno. Looked at me funny.”
She was lying and she knew it, but why? A drop of blood ran down from her nostril, and she licked it. Then she coughed.
“Waaaaiit a minute,” she said with a half-smile. “Those reports on the forums weren’t bullshit after all.” She looked at me. “'Victor Fang’, huh? Jack, why are you pretending to be Chinese? Haha. Hahahaha. Hahahaha! The irony of it! The irony of it all! Camille sends her regards!”
The laughter quickly turned into a vicious coughing fit, and the cloud of AR health indicators around her began to turn red. The door soon opened and the nurse rushed in. I and the others moved out of the way.
“What happened?” Demanded the nurse as he rushed to her side.
“I don’t know,” I said. “She was laughing and then she went into a coughing fit.”
“Help me get her into the bed!” Said the nurse. She resisted, but we soon lifted her and pushed her back onto the bed.
The nurse gestured for me to get out of the way, and the bed took off out of the room and down the hallway at a fast walking pace, the nurse following along.
“'the fuck? I’ve never seen a Buster grenade do that.” Said Charlie.
“…Jack?” Said Huan.
