“Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.” — Martin Luther King (via canadian-resistance-army)
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that'll do pig: statistsgonnastate: “Uhuh sure you do.” What exactly is your strategy... -
There is no such thing as the tech industry.
Care to back this statement up?
What is the actual product you produce? It’s clearly not computer related, as you couldn’t manage to reblog my post without littering this post with unresolved CSS class declarations. Thanks for that by the way. There is nothing I enjoy more than restructuring HTML because the idiot I’m replying to doesn’t know how to use tumblr. I could leave it alone, but if I did it wouldn’t render correctly on my theme. That’s why I take care not to ruin things so that they don’t render incorrectly on yours.
Maybe you don’t know any of this because you work in nuclear medicine, nano engineering, or avionics… I don’t know. You haven’t told us.
1. Actually what my company produces is more of a service than a tangible product, and it is computer related. Excuse me if I’m a bit busy these days and I don’t really care to go through restructuring Tumblr HTML and CSS when I’m kind of busy with a CRUD app I’ve been working on, Jesus. Also, before you attack me there too, I’m not implying that front-end isn’t important, Tumblr HTML isn’t just high up on my list of front-end priorities. I’m sorry my reblog didn’t render correctly on your precious theme, I can tell by the way you’re hurling insults at me that it’s very serious business to you.
2. Yes, I have not told you or posted publicly about it for a reason. I’m not trying to bring my private political blog into my public work life. Had you been civil in any conceivable manner and asked me privately, I gladly would have told you.
3. You do know that the people who work in Tech are comprised of more than just software engineers, right?
Really? Maybe you should have pasted that dictionary definition complete with formatting too. Did you try? I assume you must have. But I wonder what went wrong? Was it that you’d already broken the code behind the post so badly that it wouldn’t display? Or was it that the word technology means something like the sum of the ways in which social groups provide themselves with the material objects of their civilisation, or, the total knowledge and skills available to any human society for industry, art, science etc.?
Umm I thought two definitions one after another would be overkill. So, no, I didn’t try… but, yeah, assuming things is always useful in a disagreement, so thanks for that I guess o.o
I may not be an engineer, but I do have the whole Copy-Paste thing down.
Also, you did not ask me to define the word, you asked me if I knew what it meant, to which I thought the sufficient answer would be, “Yes.”
You keep fucking telling yourself that.
Okay; I’ll keep telling myself that swearing at people is a great way to show you’re civilly engaged in a disagreement that you hope to resolve through serious discussion instead of just being petty and calling people names…
I assumed you had the intention to deceive:
…and apparently I was wrong. You see, I figured because you went to the trouble of copying a portion of what I’d written into a new post, that you must have at some point read it. I apologise. I overestimated you. You’re not a liar, you’re unfathomably stupid.
Yes, you know, for someone who only has time to really skim a few posts of Tumblr a day, it’s so much more trouble to copy and paste a quotation from a conversation I hadn’t had time to catch the entirety of, rather than reading every pain-staking detail so that I could report—in thorough detail—the context which could so easily be found on your blog.
And we’re back to the insults, well that didn’t take long. Yes, taking a quotation from (what looked like a rather long) conversation, and naming the author, but not writing a detailed summary of the conversation to accompany the quote, clearly makes me not only stupid, but unfathomably stupid. I don’t follow your logic there, so I guess I must be >.>
Yes.
Yes, you’re angry that I left the entire conversation out of a quotation. Fine, I just don’t understand why such a little thing has the power to make you so angry, honestly. I’m a girl that you do not know, on the Internet, whom you hold an “unfathomably” low opinion of, so why should I be able to influence your emotions at all?
If you’d have just read the post (that you failed to link) I wouldn’t have needed to respond. Money is technology that was created to service debt.
Okay, I’ve been trying to be civil here and I’m about at the end of my patience but come on. I “failed to link” now that’s what you’re so upset about? It’s so hard for people to just go to your blog and read the entirety of what you said if they’re interested, so my not linking is just a catastrophic failure.
Awesome.
Couldn’t have put it any better myself, buddy.
(Source: statistsgonnastate)
that'll do pig: statistsgonnastate: “All technology does is allow the people who want... -
“All technology does is allow the people who want money to better express their underlying intention to be in total control of everything. That’s what technological progress is. That’s how we measure it. That’s how we know we’re making it. The more high tech technology gets the more its real value to us is discovered.”—
Ourben
Quoted above is one of the most randomly strewn about set of unfounded assertions I’ve ever read.
“The more high tech technology gets…”
…Ummm, as someone who works in the Tech industry, I’d venture to say that you, sir, do not understand Technology in purpose, progress, or definition.
Good Day.
You work in the “Tech industry” do you? Uhuh. Sure you do. What is the “Tech industry”?
Do you even know what technology means? I mean. The word? Do you know what it means?
Next time you tag me make sure you know what the fuck you are talking about.
edit:
I had to nip out after I posted this. While I was out, it occurred to me that I’d been a little hasty here. I shouldn’t have said you don’t know what the fuck you are talking about. What I meant to say was that you’re a liar and you don’t know what the fuck you are talking about.
The conversation you lifted that snippet from was a conversation about how technology is used to track the movement of money. And you deliberately left that out. Why you’d lie so blatantly and then subsequently tag me I don’t know…
“Uhuh sure you do.” What exactly is your strategy here, to make me angry by doubting my profession?
“What is the ‘Tech industry’?” Well industry can be defined in many ways, but the most common definition is something like:
noun
I was not following the conversation from which I took the quotation, and what exactly are you angry about, that I left out the entire conversation from a quotation? If people wanted the context they were more than free to head on over to your page to find it, I hid nothing, I changed none of your words, I tagged you so you could respond, and I tagged the post with both “technology” and “money” as those seemed to be the subjects concerned.
Why you then got upset and said I “lied” is beyond me…
“All technology does is allow the people who want money to better express their underlying intention to be in total control of everything. That’s what technological progress is. That’s how we measure it. That’s how we know we’re making it. The more high tech technology gets the more its real value to us is discovered.” —
Ourben
Quoted above is one of the most randomly strewn about set of unfounded assertions I’ve ever read.
“The more high tech technology gets…”
…Ummm, as someone who works in the Tech industry, I’d venture to say that you, sir, do not understand Technology in purpose, progress, or definition.
Good Day.
It was a time of great and exalting excitement. The country was up in arms, the war was on, in every breast burned the holy fire of patriotism; the drums were beating, the bands playing, the toy pistols popping, the bunched firecrackers hissing and sputtering; on every hand and far down the receding and fading spreads of roofs and balconies a fluttering wilderness of flags flashed in the sun; daily the young volunteers marched down the wide avenue gay and fine in their new uniforms, the proud fathers and mothers and sisters and sweethearts cheering them with voices choked with happy emotion as they swung by; nightly the packed mass meetings listened, panting, to patriot oratory which stirred the deepest deeps of their hearts and which they interrupted at briefest intervals with cyclones of applause, the tears running down their cheeks the while; in the churches the pastors preached devotion to flag and country and invoked the God of Battles, beseeching His aid in our good cause in outpouring of fervid eloquence which moved every listener.
It was indeed a glad and gracious time, and the half dozen rash spirits that ventured to disapprove of the war and cast a doubt upon its righteousness straightway got such a stern and angry warning that for their personal safety’s sake they quickly shrank out of sight and offended no more in that way.
Sunday morning came – next day the battalions would leave for the front; the church was filled; the volunteers were there, their faces alight with material dreams – visions of a stern advance, the gathering momentum, the rushing charge, the flashing sabers, the flight of the foe, the tumult, the enveloping smoke, the fierce pursuit, the surrender! – then home from the war, bronzed heroes, welcomed, adored, submerged in golden seas of glory! With the volunteers sat their dear ones, proud, happy, and envied by the neighbors and friends who had no sons and brothers to send forth to the field of honor, there to win for the flag or, failing, die the noblest of noble deaths. The service proceeded; a war chapter from the Old Testament was read; the first prayer was said; it was followed by an organ burst that shook the building, and with one impulse the house rose, with glowing eyes and beating hearts, and poured out that tremendous invocation – “God the all-terrible! Thou who ordainest, Thunder thy clarion and lightning thy sword!”
Then came the “long” prayer. None could remember the like of it for passionate pleading and moving and beautiful language. The burden of its supplication was that an ever-merciful and benignant Father of us all would watch over our noble young soldiers and aid, comfort, and encourage them in their patriotic work; bless them, shield them in His mighty hand, make them strong and confident, invincible in the bloody onset; help them to crush the foe, grant to them and to their flag and country imperishable honor and glory.
An aged stranger entered and moved with slow and noiseless step up the main aisle, his eyes fixed upon the minister, his long body clothed in a robe that reached to his feet, his head bare, his white hair descending in a frothy cataract to his shoulders, his seamy face unnaturally pale, pale even to ghastliness. With all eyes following him and wondering, he made his silent way; without pausing, he ascended to the preacher’s side and stood there, waiting.
With shut lids the preacher, unconscious of his presence, continued his moving prayer, and at last finished it with the words, uttered in fervent appeal,” Bless our arms, grant us the victory, O Lord our God, Father and Protector of our land and flag!”
The stranger touched his arm, motioned him to step aside – which the startled minister did – and took his place. During some moments he surveyed the spellbound audience with solemn eyes in which burned an uncanny light; then in a deep voice he said
“I come from the Throne – bearing a message from Almighty God!” The words smote the house with a shock; if the stranger perceived it he gave no attention. “He has heard the prayer of His servant your shepherd and grant it if such shall be your desire after I, His messenger, shall have explained to you its import – that is to say, its full import. For it is like unto many of the prayers of men, in that it asks for more than he who utters it is aware of – except he pause and think.
“God’s servant and yours has prayed his prayer. Has he paused and taken thought? Is it one prayer? No, it is two – one uttered, the other not. Both have reached the ear of His Who hearth all supplications, the spoken and the unspoken. Ponder this – keep it in mind. If you beseech a blessing upon yourself, beware! lest without intent you invoke a curse upon a neighbor at the same time. If you pray for the blessing of rain upon your crop which needs it, by that act you are possibly praying for a curse upon some neighbor’s crop which may not need rain and can be injured by it.
“You have heard your servant’s prayer – the uttered part of it. I am commissioned by God to put into words the other part of it – that part which the pastor, and also you in your hearts, fervently prayed silently. And ignorantly and unthinkingly? God grant that it was so! You heard these words: ‘Grant us the victory, O Lord our God!’ That is sufficient. The whole of the uttered prayer is compact into those pregnant words. Elaborations were not necessary. When you have prayed for victory you have prayed for many unmentioned results which follow victory – must follow it, cannot help but follow it. Upon the listening spirit of God the Father fell also the unspoken part of the prayer. He commandeth me to put it into words. Listen!
“O Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth to battle – be Thou near them! With them, in spirit, we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe. O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with their little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it – for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.
(After a pause)
“Ye have prayed it; if ye still desire it, speak! The messenger of the Most High waits.”
It was believed afterward that the man was a lunatic, because there was no sense in what he said.
Note: Twain wrote The War Prayer during the US war on the Philippines. It was submitted for publication, but on March 22, 1905, Harper’s Bazaar rejected it as “not quite suited to a woman’s magazine.” Eight days later, Twain wrote to his friend Dan Beard, to whom he had read the story, “I don’t think the prayer will be published in my time. None but the dead are permitted to tell the truth.” Because he had an exclusive contract with Harper & Brothers, Mark Twain could not publish “The War Prayer” elsewhere and it remained unpublished until 1923.
sad but true
(Source: islamispeace, via anti-statism)
“They call themselves ‘fiscal conservatives’, and they’re spending a trillion dollars a year managing an empire. You’re not going to solve our problems that way. You can’t tinker around with cutting food stamps for the poor and think you’re going to solve this problem. We have to change our attitude about the role of government. We can’t be the policemen of the world, we shouldn’t be policing personal lifestyles, and we certainly shouldn’t be running the economy. We have to have those attitudes changed or there’s no hope of us solving our problems.” — Ron Paul (via laliberty)
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And they’re making an old lady get out of her wheelchair to go through the backscatter.
She’s shaking and shit.
Wtf I hate this nonsense.
(Oh and they were making everyone go through the backscatter, so I had to get freedom-fondled >:[ )
I’m on vacation in Hawaii, guys. Sorry for not posting anything lately :]
Here, have some pictures:
Has every
femalelibertarian fantasised about a threesome with Ricardo andAdamCal or…?
Check.
And double check.
[…Sorry Adam.]
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Anonymous asked: You sanctimonious bitch, you.
Let’s define that, shall we?
sanctimonious |ˌsa ng (k)təˈmōnēəs|
adjective derogatory
Making a show of being morally superior to other people.
So either you are something or you aren’t. Those are really the only two options. If you aren’t something, then making a show of being it 1. doesn’t make sense, and 2. shouldn’t really bother anyone who knows you aren’t. If you are something, then making a show of being it shouldn’t really bother anyone unless they aren’t that something and are therefore offended by anyone who is.
So, either I am morally superior or I’m not. And I make a show of it or not. Either way you’re the idiot who’s all pissed off about it.
