Barack Obama has no fucks left to give.
Category: General
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[Image: Text reads: If the minimum wage was really “never meant to be a living wage” then why did FDR, the president who signed into law in 1938 say: “No business which depends for existence on paying less than living wages to its workers has any right to continue in this country…by living wages, I mean more than the bare subsistence level – I mean the wages of a decent living.” – Frankly D. Roosevelt. Share this if you agree that there’s no justification for a minimum wage below a living wage! In support of an $11 minimum wage.]
Minimum wage should be linked to the poverty level.
This is basic economic fact.
A business that claims it can’t afford to pay a living wage to its workers is admitting that by definition it fails to meet its basic operating expenses. That major multinational corporations can be “successful” while failing to meet a basic operating expense is only possible because We The People pick up their greedy/lazy slack through taxes and charity.
And yet somehow it’s everybody else who’s a moocher and a looter…
And this corrosive greed is a big part of what’s slowly poisoning the U.S. economy. Money being hoarded at the top and put in “safe” investments and bank accounts is money that does nothing for no one. It’s just an elaborate means of keeping score. Money put into the hands of the workers does what money is meant to do: it circulates. It gets spent. The same dollar will go through dozens of sets of hands, touching dozens of lives, feeding dozens of people and sparking profits for dozens of businesses. The same dollar, in the hands of the rich, will generally do… nothing. It won’t create jobs. It won’t fund innovations. It won’t start businesses.
Less than 1% of corporate revenues become wages for workers. Less than 3% of the wealthy are actually entrepreneurs (people who risk their money on business ventures that create jobs).
But 100% of the working class spends their money. That money creates jobs. That money fuels innovations. That money becomes profits. That money keeps the economy ticking.
We have been lied to about who are the parasites and who are the drivers of the economy. We have largely accepted a view of money as a means of keeping score and the economy as something that must have winners and losers, rather than money being a proxy for barter and an economy being a way to divide the labor of society and distribute the load of living
#poverty #classism
“A business that claims it can’t afford to pay a living wage to its workers is admitting that by definition it fails to meet its basic operating expenses.”
yet ceo’s are getting away with huge salaries and bonuses and even government writeoffs.
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Six years’ worth of various computer parts, all heading for the recycling center next weekend. Not pictured: the fifteen-year-old printer that’s been collecting dust on top of my desk for the last few years.
You have to let them age before recycling… They’re like the opposite of fine wines. Incidentally, if your printer wants a friend I’ve got the printer I bought for my uni course in 2006 which hasn’t been used for years… because I decline to buy ink that’s that expensive.
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Well, that sucks
So as we explore other baby options prior to our next clinic appointment we were poking at adopting from Sri Lanka, given that half of my DNA is from there. And there it was:
Under Sri Lankan law, single individuals cannot adopt; married couples must jointly apply for adoption. Although existing laws in Sri Lanka does not expressly prohibit same-sex couples from adopting, in practice, same-sex couples are not found eligible to adopt a child from Sri Lanka.
So that’s nice.
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Onwards ever onwards
So we’ve had a busy few weeks, what with both Kathryn and I ageing another year, and Kathryn’s dad & partner visiting us from abroadland. We took them on a whistlestop tour of England, calling at Bath, Bristol, Stonehenge & Avebury stone circles and London – then we went for a brief sojurn in Kent (just two days, but it was nice to get away).
On top of which we’re doing battle with the forms of immigration. There are various curses placed upon these forms that mean that there are very small boxes into which you are required to put much information, which has led to (after some frustrated wailing and attempts to change things) the creation of a number of continuation sheets.
They also required information from our parents that needed checking with them; y’know, I thought I knew where my parents were born (as in which town), but I wasn’t absolutely 100% immigration form certain. I mean, most people probably think that I was born in the town where I grew up, but I wasn’t. No, I was born somewhere even less exotic.
So that’s been taking up a fair amount of our spare time recently, and when not spare time, our spare thought processes.
As a component of this, or perhaps an excuse to avoid it, we created a blackboard (of sorts) to live on the wall with a list of jobs to do for us to escape. This is one of my favourite recent creations – consisting of a £2.99 second hand picture frame with the trim sprayed matt grey and a piece of black card placed behind the glass.
It’s now hung on the wall and has an ‘inspiring’ list of things to do, along with a map (which really is meant to be a bit inspiring) that one of my friends has added to (with a handy ‘Here be dragons’ ‘SQUIDS!’ and ‘WHIRLPOOLS!’…all illustrated too). It also turns out that when I draw the UK from memory it looks rather like a cat. I grant this is to a large degree avoidance of things that actually need doing, but it gives us something to look at so I can go ‘ah’ and try to remind myself to actually do things.
We’ve also planted out the tomatoes… some in the ground and some in the greenshed… not that you can really see them in the photo, but the Greenshed is now complete!
Unfortunately, I didn’t realise before starting assembly but one of the hinges on one of the windows is bent, which means it’s not entirely enthusiastic about closing. But I have done my best with it – and it seems to be doing its job. But it’s well painted in there, and despite having spare hinges kicking around I’m somewhat loathe to change it. We’ll see.
The garden in general seems to be doing its spring/summer thing of waking up and looking pretty,
The apple tree is, as you can see, covered in blossom. The plum tree was. The other apple tree is leafed out, but not very blossomy (but it’s never been terribly happy). We made rhubarb cake yesterday with our own rhubarb… the peas are plodding upwards. It’s quite joyous to see. We need some more soil and some more compost – and I think I’ve worked out what to do with the two troughs that are looking somewhat tired. So progress there would be nice. But I think I should probably spend some time tomorrow on the house (Yay, more sanding and painting).
Still. Progress is progress.
Some of you may be wondering about baby progress, because I’ve said nothing about it for quite a while. We had three tries… or all of our tries on our pre-paid three cycle package. No luck, unfortunately… We’re going back to the clinic in a couple of weeks to see what we can sort out, but financially we’re entering the endgame on that one.
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Tell Adam Sandler, Netflix, and Happy Madison that #RidiculousSix is not funny – its inexcusable. Native Americans are not hypersensitive. We are the first people to laugh at ourselves but this is not funny. Period.
Native American women are twice as likely to be sexually assaulted than any other group. Our traditions are not a joke.
I fight against this content so #NativeYouth don’t have to grow up in a world where they’re very existence is considered a joke. -
Friends don’t let friends cross picket lines.
Even if you aren’t sure, don’t cross the picket line. Better safe than sorry.
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Heartbreaking Photos Of Pollution That Will Inspire You To Recycle
Take care of the Earth!
boost the fuck out of this
