some things drive me to true and complete madness, like a starving man tortured with pictures of food, or a thirsty one given images of water, and it’s this;
There are a few dozen fat billionaires currently setting up their lives, they have nothing better to do than build rockets and fund AI. Ruining lives is all they do.
Meanwhile there’s a piece of woods sitting out there for $106,000 and if I had it I’d be a lot less angry at life. I could build a little cabin on it, and a pole barn, and get some stuff done….. that amount of money to one of these billionaires is less than they make in a week…… insignificant. and this is what drives me to true and complete madness. I would have to work several lifetimes for it, they don’t even notice they have it.
I don’t want the money. I don’t want a new job, I just want the acreage and the woods to lose myself in…… but instead I get to watch humans lose their jobs to machines.
It bothers me as well that sometimes people actually have the affrontary, the bare faced guff to ask me to my face how they can help, and I can tell them in detail and it wouldn’t matter. Why do people even ask?! Why not ask how they can amputate the feet of bigfoot, whilst they dream?!
Oh madness, you are a warm blanket in a sea of cold heartless and unreasonable people. It’s all a lark, a laugh, this life, and the joke is on us, the disposable and useless mass. The useful people probably know what the punch line is. We are here to make them giggle, to make them chuckle and wag their finger at the silly silly fools who thought that the economy would EVER deliver for them. Foolish foolish clowns we all are.
I’m the clown prince of cheese, in case you didn’t know, a high honor one would think.
All I wanted was to go back to school for a stinkin masters of social work, was that so much to ask? YES! IT WAS SO MUCH TO ASK, MORE THAN THE ENGLISH CHANNEL!!!
FRAPPACHINO!!!!
jokes on me, it always is.
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Yeah it doesn’t really make an sense. But I guess this type of societal structure has been around since humans have. You got to wonder who was the first monkey that thought they should horde all the good bananas. It’s unfair and we’re just expected to accept it. For what it’s worth, I hope you manage to get that land. Somehow.
“that amount of money to one of these billionaires is less than they make in a week”
uh no, you’re being too generous. a week? nah.
“Elon Musk, the CEO of Tesla and SpaceX, makes approximately $413,220 per hour”
100k is literally 15min for him.
imagine making 100K in 15 fucking minutes? and these greedy bastards STILL WANT MORE.
“Elon Musk, the CEO of Tesla and SpaceX, makes approximately $413,220 per hour:
Time
Amount
Per second
$114.80
Per minute
$6,887
Per hour
$413,220
Per day
$9,917,280
Per week
$69,420,960
Musk’s wealth comes from his stake in Tesla, SpaceX, and other ventures. As of December 12, 2024, his net worth was $429.2 billion, making him the world’s wealthiest person. “
holy shit- $10M. PER DAY.
1- how many months did u manage to hang on at that job?
2- how much have you saved / how much more do you need to get to 106K?
3- is it possible for you to get 106k? i would think if you got another job and hung on for a bit…
Seven months I managed to last at that job, and I don’t know how much further I have to get to that goal because I’m not sure how much the incoming administration is going to screw me in terms of home values. This is the worst time of year to sell, so I wouldn’t even get $50k if I had to move now…… but people love this place in the summer which is crazy.
Getting another job right now seems really ambitious, because I have it narrowed down to a few things I can actually do, and some of those have already been automated away. The economy is dying, the very concept of work is dying for everyone…. it won’t be much longer before most of the species is rendered useless.
The only potential upshot is where my investments are, it’s possible that they might gain value strategically such that I can use them to get out. That’s it. Inflation benafits the cash poor, and that’s me. My debts could become so small as to be easily dealt with, and my assets immense enough to leverage my way into where I need to be.
But the day I become an optimist is right up there with me finding faith in humanity, that would be some kind of amazing, not something I see happening.