WHEN YOU REALIZE THE BABY BOOM WASN'T JUST SOLDIERS COMING HOME HORNY.
It was soldiers coming home to the GI Bill free college, 0% down home loans, low-interest business loans.
It was strong unions. Pensions. A house that cost 2 years of salary.
It was confidence that the future was actually going to be better than the present.
That's what produced a baby boom. Not romance. Security.
You want a higher birth rate now?
Give people a future where they know their kids will actually be okay.
That's the whole formula. It's not complicated. It's just expensive, and nobody in charge wants to pay for it twice.
"Sounds of Seattle" 1991, festival gratuito pagado por el ayuntamiento para publicitar el talento local. Pearl Jam cierran el concierto a tres días de publicar su primer álbum "Ten" y a un mes de que saliera el "Nevermind" de Nirvana que cambiaría la industria musical de un día para otro.
"Ten" no cuajó en un primer momento tras su lanzamiento y tuvieron que pasar ocho meses hasta que la fuerza de arrastre de "Smells Like Teen Spirit" —y el repentino interés hacia otras bandas grunges por parte de la MTV—, alzaran al icónico álbum al número dos de las listas estadounidenses.
Este fue el último momento en que Pearl Jam no fueron nadie. Tocando en su ciudad, para una mezcla de fans tempraneros del grupo y paisanos que pasaban por ahí y no tenían nada mejor que hacer.
Documentazo.
The same folks calling Luigi Mangione a murderer look the other way as the for-profit “healthcare” system murders 115,000 Americans each year.
This is the most barbaric aspect of capitalism: Murder is permissible as long as you are a corporation who does it for profit.
BOOMER: "Nobody wants to work anymore."
YOU: "I work 50 hours a week."
BOOMER: "Doing what, on a computer?"
YOU: "Yes. It pays $58,000."
BOOMER: "I made $18,000 and owned a house."
YOU: "That's the whole point."
BOOMER: "We didn't complain, we just worked."
YOU: "You worked one job and got a pension. I work one job and get a 401k match if I'm lucky."
BOOMER: "Nobody handed me anything."
YOU: "College was $600 a year. Your first house was 2x your salary. Your employer covered your family's health insurance."
BOOMER: "That was normal back then."
YOU: "Exactly. It was normal. Now it's impossible."
BOOMER: "So what do you want, a handout?"
YOU: "I want what was normal."
BOOMER: *silent*
You didn't outwork us.
You just lived in the version of the country where working was enough.
@miracles7k They were likely attached to the chains for an antique coo-coo clock. My grandparents had one and my mom recently was given one of those metal pinecones too. They weighed down the chains that you would pull to wind the clock for another day.
I watched Trump’s speech at the Correspondents’ Dinner last night.
It’s hard to articulate how sad it made me.
Sad and embarrassed and exhausted.
Here is the thing about a man who is a joke. He can’t tell one.
People think humor is a talent. It isn’t. It’s a capacity. To make someone laugh you have to be able to laugh at yourself, and to laugh at yourself you have to step outside of yourself and see what everyone else sees. For one second you have to be just another person in the room.
Most people can do this by the time they are nine years old.
He has never once managed it. Not in fifty years of cameras. Not for a second.
That is not a quirk. It is a symptom. The muscle that lets you tell a joke is the same one that lets you feel what another person feels. A man who cannot survive being laughed at cannot imagine being anyone but himself. He will only ever be generous when it is photographed. He will only ever be kind when it is filmed.
There is a name for it.
So he stood up there and did what he always does. He hit down. He made jokes about people’s weight. He made jokes about their intelligence. He made jokes about how women look. He read out the names of people he doesn’t like, and mocked them. Always mocking. And when no one laughed he blamed his speech writers.
The cruelty dressed as humor has worn so thin.
And for the 30% of you still in the cult who will inevitably call me a crackhead and blame it all on my Dad, all I can say is please, for the love of God, open your eyes. Wake the fuck up. Have some dignity. Have some pride.
Joe Biden wasn’t standing at that podium last night. Donald Trump was.
And at the end of it he put on a red hat that said Trump 2028 and told the room he was running again. No one laughed because everyone knows he has no intention of leaving.
Just another joke at our expense.
Erin Brockovich: When I put this map out, in the first 72 hours, the map crashed twice, and I woke up on day 3 going, oh my God, it's not one town and one data center, it's the entire country. They had no idea. They woke up to this construction. They weren't informed. City council didn't tell them anything. Because these big tech groups came in and put these city council members under NDAs.
Hey MAGA Texans.
Let me reintroduce you to Adam Hoffman. He raped his son’s best friend from the age of six years old to nine years old. For three years this man raped a little boy.
Paxton made sure his buddy only got a 60 day sentence. Oh wait it gets better, he didn't even serve the full sixty days.
Wait wait, it's gets even better. He doesn't have to register as a sex offender and his record has been wiped clean.
MAGA maniacs want women to go to prison for miscarriages but are cool with pedophiles going free.
Ken Paxton is a disgusting criminal, that's why Trump endorsed him.
Make sure you have a plan to vote. @jamestalarico is what Texas needs. Not more of the Epstein Class.
#DemsUnited
“When the last tree is cut, the last fish is caught, and the last river is polluted; when to breathe the air is sickening, you will realize, too late, that wealth is not in bank accounts and that you can’t eat money.”