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Yyyyeeesss! The new Jardiance commercial just came out.

https://youtu.be/7X9FKShTp6w

Do you know why the script almost follows one you'd see run in a children's show like sesame street or something like that? Because that disarms, relaxes, praises, comforts, and protects something fragile, needy, and weak.

Not saying they are (not really). It's what's portrayed and where that form of sublimation comes from. The advertisers are playing the role of the protective mother in whose presence you are a silly little helpless child with a disease you are too lazy and willpowerless to manage effectively without big pharma... the very people that are making fun of your dumbass in those commercials.

Rough draft plan for our new socialist society; putting the elderly back to work!

https://voca.ro/1kQpaIuon9U6

You see it already. Everything that the robots and AI isn't yet doing and the young people don't want to waste away their lives doing (and that is easy enough to do, obviously) the old people will do instead. Every generation will have a strong international work force of 55 - 70 year old people performing a yuge chunk of menial labor needed to keep society going.

Further benefits produced by my plan. 55 - 70ish is when you need to be the most 'lightly active' anyway so you can slow your declining health. You're a 68 year old lady who's so bored sitting around retired you start gardening on purpose just to have something to do. That's valuable labor power.

Now you put a whole team of these old people in a workplace adequately supplied and equipped and it would look just like a retirement home activities room except they'd all be performing some job function that they'd be able to do.

Part of running a crew is knowing who can do what and how good relative to the other guy. I'm not gonna put Juan on the roof when Enrico is faster than him, and I'm not gonna have Enrico pushing up plywood when that's what Jose does... because he can't do what Juan and Enrico can do. You gotta know where to put your guys, man, with the goal of not overworking them while being productive as possible at the same time. Society is like a giant construction crew.

And the social element. Old folks start to get depressed and need to socialize even more than middle aged people. Work place socializing and creative team effort fulfills that need perfectly.

One fucker short of an Aquarius double stellium, haus. I been tryna tell you. I'm from the future.

I have type 2 diabetes, but I manage it well
It’s a little pill with a big story to tell

I take once daily Jardiance
At each day’s start

As time went on, it was easy to see
I’m lowering my A1C

Jardiance is really swell
The little pill with the big story to tell

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Oh, my ass is heavy cuz I eat too much
I got the diabetes and I use a crutch

I take once daily Jardiance
for what? Beats me!

I'm goin' blind, no, I can't see
the docs keep loppin' limbs offa me

My A1C is thru the roof
that Jardiance is just a big ol' friggin' goof.

If a philosopher can not build a theoretical bridge between Marx and Stirner, commit his thesis to the comic book rack or the flames, for it can contain only petty trifle or distraction from the most immediate problem we have ever faced. Man and the value of his labor and his ego, the essence of his material being. As unionist contemporary Johann Kaspar Schmidt once put it, "The laborer is the egoist." You are your work, you selfish sonofabitch, and you deserve every bit of its value and are utterly entitled to take it by force if you may.

How do you give man the total value of his labor but have something left for the collective? You don't. It's impossible. What you do is give him greater, faster, and more extended voting power. That's THE only way to honor the Ego, keep it intact, while also not isolating the individual and his productive power, his labor, from the union's interests and benefits. How to be the oxymoron of an individual in a collective.

It can't just be pay him the total value of his labor. That number can change and is already ambiguous. You gotta give him say-so in what happens in his workplace and with the things he produces and the policies and laws involving those things.

That's the most amount of power you can give to a single ego in a sea of egos without turning him into someone who does not respect the union's terms by abusing the property rights extended by that union, i.e., turning the productive power of another into his own. This would be done by limiting decision making power over the fate of such things as wage amount, sales price, production volume, distribution methods, etc. The only thing a n*gga has no business doing is trying to tell someone else how much they should like and want something. But he absolutely has business receiving the fullest extent of the rewards and profits from the value he created. The control he gains by his voting power gives him as much possession of the fate of his labor as possible. Not much more you can do without making the leap back into full anarcho-Stirner mode.

News AIDS medication commercial. Normally, i can handle em but this one made me throw up a little. Watch how the gay dudes look at each other.

What's so great about these AIDS commercials is the fine line the producer has to walk. He needs to put the gross, fat, and ugly ones in the commercial to make it realistic... but he has to put a few normal people in em too or else he's stereotyped the AIDS people and you can't do that.

https://youtu.be/-nGRb2hL4fs

Lol, have you ever seen a commercial in which a paired male and female couple look at each other like those gays dudes do? No.

So either the producer is a flaming fag himself or he's not and he doesn't know how to portray gay guys in his commercials... so he just has em make these rawr faces at each other... so funny lol.

I think I'm gonna murder my crack dealer. This clown will say "twenty minutes," show up an hour later, and then get mad at you because you left thirty minutes ago. Last night was the final straw. He's thirty minutes late, calls me when he finally gets there, and then acts surprised when I'm not there. He then calls me - "where you at"... "i left bro... you said twenty minutes. That was forty-five minutes ago. Learn how to read a fuckin watch, retard".

What this poor degenerate trash doesn't know is that he's got to pay for wasting my time like that. I'm not gonna get em for stretching the coke... they all do that, and nobody forces me to buy it. But the sitting in a parking lot for an hour is something i don't do. I keep telling this dipshit I'm not one of his little twenty rock fiends that grovel at his feet. This fool duddint get it. I will put a bullet in his forehead and take his whole bag.

Show up thirty minutes late again. I dare you, MC Ashtray. I triple dog dare you.

Why are crack dealers like this? Operant conditioning. They are Pavlonian kneegrows. Because nine out of ten of his customers are broke crack heads that live behind gas stations, he's going to naturally assume the tenth customer is like them; nowhere to be, geeked out and willing to wait an hour for his dumbass to show up, take whatever crumbs he gives them, etc.

Fuckin gen z drug dealers. I told this kid straight-up his product is garbage, and his grams might have thirty dollars worth of coke in em. Dude thinks i don't know what he's doing (i was smoking coke when this kid was still suckin on his moms titty). Cookin coke in the microwave and letting the soda dry to give it more weight.

Lol I'll fuck with em too. Text em "i need two grams" and then not answer when he calls back. Ahahahaha you sucka. Thought you had a big sale diddin'ya? LEARN HOW TO READ A WATCH FIRST. Then, become a dealer.

... and thank goodness cocaine isn't physically addictive like opioids are. I'd'a prolly already shot his dumbass what with all the endless waiting in the parking lot.

Only bad thing about long term coke use is how you become less sensitive to smaller rewards. Oh, it's so cool how it works. Your brizzle will grow more receptors to counter the influx of dopamine caused by the alkaloids blocking the receptors already there. To soak up all the excess juice, as it were. As a result, the dopamine rush you get when the pizza's almost done or you're anticipating fucking your girlfriend is much smaller. This is because that dopamine reward doesn't last in the brizzle on account of all those new reuptake receptors having to be grown (to receive the excess dopamine that's blocked by the coke from being reabsorbed).

A tell-tale sign of a seasoned coke head is when something exciting happens where everyone else is like omg omg and this guy is just like meh.

Also, this. I say quite confidently that no philosopher should be permitted to offer an opinion about the subject of "freewill" until and unless he has smoked cocaine.

One simply isn't able to experience just how much of "only a brain" one is until whole regions of it have shut down or others are overactive. For instance, when you know, rationally, that you are hallucinating... but you still can not look away. Why not. The primal limbic system down low is in control right now, not the higher cortex area up top. That hallucination is a predator, and you are a caveman about to be eaten by it... and that limbic system will not let you take your eyes off it for a second. Your cortex can tell it it ain't real all it wants. But that cortex isn't drivin right now.

If you do manage to look away, it's only after a violent struggle takes place in your brizzle, and the higher cortex manages to grab the wheel again. But that's just it. This should not be a violent struggle.

Naw man, you can't know what I'm explainin' here. You'd have to do it. Become the lizard and you will understand, philosophers of freewill.

Also this. There was a certain narrowness of... or i should say limit to... the kinds of intoxication that deep thinkers, philosophers, gurus, and the like were able to experience back when the big religions and schools of thought were established. Alcohol, some crude opioids, natural hallucinogens like mushrooms, and peyote.

None of these guys had access to modern synthetic drugs... and it's these drugs that produce the most important and most alarming kinds of experiences for the type interested in human nature... the philosophers and gurus.

Imagine if Plato smoked crack cocaine for a month. What would be different about his philosophy? We're not talking about a few cups of grape wine and then dancing around naked with Eros, and everybody is having a great time at the party. I'm talking about losing your wits entirely. Being turned into a paranoid lizard. A gollum like creature.

No, I'm sorry. Epistemology can not be done by any of these so-called philosophers of metaphysics. These guys had only touched the surface with their meager alcohol and the occasional opium sent as a gift from the emperor.

Seriously, all these guys. Plato, Jesus, Kant. This is all pre-amphetamine/narcotic age stuff about human nature. They not only lacked real neuroanatomical knowledge of the brizzle but also knowledge of what that bitch'll do when you put certain very sirius drugs in it.

"America already has the 7th highest wages in the world. All we need is reduced rents."

I'm grounded from ILP for a few days, but i just wanna say, "See, here is a person actually trying to come up with theoretical ways to help workin' folks while the rest of you just bash social is em."

Just that alone - eliminating the privatized real-estate industry so houses can't be sold to people by private business owners - would radically reduce housing costs... the biggest bill the working class pays every month. The dreaded 30 year mortgage payment of the outrageous rent.

Just do that and see what happens. Leave the Musks alone and just pass a bill that makes housing like a social security thing. You get a house or apartment upon your arrival in the delivery room. It's a citizen right. The government subsidizes all existing housing markets. Everything else is still privatized... cars, insurance, medical care, everything else you buy.

Can you even imagine how much more money the average worker will have at the end of every month not having to pay a third of his monthly income on rent or a mortgage? Of course you can. It's fairly simple math. But imagine the economic stimulus that would produce. More money to be spent elsewhere. We are all just Keynesian animal spirits!

Well, this may be it, then. It's a very real possibility now that i may never smoke some fiya again. I stopped fuckin with my other guy because his shit was 21rst century garbage too (90s crack was real), and I'm not the type (anymore) who goes cruising the hood at three in the morning lookin for Dontel in the triple-fat goose.

Yeah, this totally just dawned on me, and it's very sirius business. Now, a lady never reveals her age but goddamn I've been around for half a century now... and half of that century, I was smokin some straight fiya. This means that i have been smokin some straight fiya for a quarter of a century.

And now I'm just supposed to stop? Especially now when i make the bank to afford it? Wuddint like that in my 20s. I was making shit and if ever I shouldn't have been smokin some fiya, it was then. Now the whole situ is reversed and the irony is killin me.

This is fucked up, bros. I feel like i should right a poem or some shit.

Well, i really have no other hard drugs at my disposal so it looks like I'm gonna have to try and become an alcoholic. And i can't stand alcohol. Eeeuuuch. I don't know how you guys drink it.

"I know almost nothing about neurology. An omniscient being would know everything about neurology. But in order to be omniscient, it has to know exactly what It’s like to be me… knowing almost nothing about neurology. This is a direct contradiction"

Ew that is slick, holy shit.

What Is It Like To Be A Bat. Switch bat to human, and god's got a sirius epistemological problem on his hands in lieu of this logical impossibility: to know what it is like to not know everything if you know everything... an everything, we add, that must include knowing what it's like to not know everything, or it isn't everything.

Very nice. This from Ecmandu, the ILP schizo-incelic astral traveler like in that YES song.