Nobody wants to work anymore because the reward is gone. Half of us are living paycheck to paycheck, with no savings for retirement or a house. Two paychecks away from homelessness. This is not laziness, it is pure exhaustion.
I’m still trying to figure out how we went from telling everyone to reduce their carbon footprint to building AI powered pollution factories in every city.
If your art is Al, I won't admire it.
If your song is Al, I won't listen.
If your book cover is Al, I won't read it.
If your gig flyer is Al, I won't go.
If your ad is Al, I won't buy.
If your profile picture is Al, we can't be friends.
The future is human, not Al.
They were fed a stale piece of bread once a day and were allowed to shower every 3-5 days. It was cold in there and they were only given a thin blanket and not allowed jackets. When he got out he had lost 15 pounds because he sometimes gave his bread to the elderly
My mom’s cousin (who is a U.S. citizen) just got out of an ICE detention center after a month and the stories he has of being there are heartbreaking. (Part 1 of 2)
One of the things he said that absolutely shattered me was “there’s elderly people in there in their 70s-80s who take medications everyday…some who even need their insulin…but they don’t have access to any of it bc ICE doesn’t care. Some of them probably won’t survive” (2/2)
“He had just delivered the final verdict in a horrific animal cruelty case. But he couldn't go back to his chambers until he visited the one victim who wasn't in the courtroom.
Judge Martin Wallace was a 30-year veteran of the bench. He was known for being stern, fair, and almost impossible to rattle.
But the case of "Finn" had kept him awake at night.
It wasn't just neglect; it was a deliberate, malicious act. The dog had been found chained in an empty apartment after neighbors reported a smell. He had been left with no food or water for weeks. The evidence photos of the emaciated animal were something Judge Wallace couldn't shake.
Today, he had delivered the verdict, sentencing the dog's abuser to the maximum penalty allowed, his voice booming with cold anger in the courtroom.
But as he slammed his gavel, he felt no victory. He just felt the crushing weight of the dog's suffering.
He didn't go to his chambers. He didn't even take off his robes. He walked past his stunned staff and drove his own car to the county animal shelter.
A vet tech met him at the door. "He's very weak, Your Honor," she warned. "And he's terrified of everyone. We haven't been able to get him to respond to much."
She led him to the medical ward. Judge Wallace looked into the kennel and saw a frail, skeletal pit bull, who just stared blankly at the wall.
The judge unhooked the kennel door and slowly knelt on the concrete floor.
"Hey, buddy," he said softly. "I'm Martin. I'm the one who... I'm the one who heard your story."
The dog, who hadn't moved for anyone, slowly turned his head. He shakily got to his feet, all ribs and bones, and took a wobbly step forward.
Then, to the vet's astonishment, the dog crept into the judge's lap, let out a long sigh, and began to gently lick the tears from his face.
"Oh my... he can't get enough of you," the vet tech whispered.
Judge Wallace, the toughest man in the courthouse, wrapped his arms around the frail dog, his voice thick with emotion. "I can't get enough of him, either. Look at this face."
He buried his face in the dog's neck, not caring about the robe.
"You're safe now, pal," he choked out. "You're all right. It's all over."
Judge Wallace visited Finn every week during his recovery.
Two months later, Finn was finally cleared for adoption. The shelter was flooded with offers, but they all knew there was only one person he was going home with.
Judge Wallace signed the final papers, and the dog who had been left for dead walked out the front door, right into his new life.” Credit: Melissa Houska
One day I hope I’ll be able to get my shit together and earn my place in the career I’m so desperately struggling to try to achieve a chance in. I implore that I can come back from these mistakes and the consequences they’ve brought upon me. I just want everything to be better.
Why do I speak? I always say the most unhinged shit and embarrass myself. Like someone could be like “hi, how’re you?” And I’d be like “my finger smells like a raccoon” LIKE HUH???