It would be cathartic for many of us, though.
That’s what happens when you put people in leadership positions who earnestly believe that empathy is a ‘fundamental weakness’. Ya know, ignoring that empathy is precisely what’s made us successful as a species in the first place.
A few years feels optimistic. I’d wager on by the end of this year, at the rate everything is getting defunded.
I think people vastly underestimate the effectiveness of annual mitigation efforts by multiple agencies that have either already been cut or on the chopping block.
Many of these agencies go unnoticed because they work well, but will be immediately obvious once they’re gone.
We’re not homo naledi. We’ve been living in increasingly modern societies forever, and definitely long enough for it to be more natural to us as a species than shitting in bushes and dying of dysentery.
Just so these dipshits know, I’m already feeling the cuts to Medicare/Medicaid staffing and services.
I live in the US and rely on Medicare because I’m fully disabled, to the point of being homebound.
Apparently the division that deals with remote visiting technology has been cut, so they can’t legally fill my prescriptions anymore unless I physically travel nearly an hour to their office every 3 months to remain eligible, and my doctor can’t legally renew medications that I’ve been on for 20 years. Within a couple of months I’ll have to stop taking all of my long term maintenance meds because I cannot travel to their office.
This will remove all my quality of life and will kill me slowly. I don’t want to die slowly of neglect, so I’ve got a decision to make, and I’m putting it off because I really don’t want to die yet.
I don’t know what to say except I have a name. I’m Lilly Piper. I’m a very good user experience designer, a pretty good writer, and decent friend.
We’re not faceless or nameless. I just want someone to remember that there are names behind these policies.
I’m good at sewing; I make period correct corsets from the 1800s and before (proof and more proof).
I’m actually great at sewing. I do embroidery and am a great listener. I’m also a good writer and editor. I didn’t need to die like this, but I won’t be homeless again, and I won’t beg in the streets for medicine. I just won’t.
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Neat. I wish I could do that. I tried several years ago when I actually had some money because I saw this coming. Nobody wanted disabled people then, and less so Americans now.
People wouldn’t listen back then, when I was called hyperbolic and alarmist, and good fucking luck leaving now. People think leaving is easy – it’s not. We’re stuck in this shit show.
Can’t fix it, can’t leave. Going down with the ship. Fuck everyone who voted to kill me. I will not survive this administration. I’ll probably die within the year because, though I worked my ass off in IT since the 90s, I had to burn through my savings by being weak enough to get sick. *I already have to choose between food and medicine, so I mostly don’t eat. I’ll just stop buying medicine.
So fuck me, I deserve to die now. There’s no escape. There’s no hope.
Literal supervillainy.
Saw an article yesterday interviewing a couple who says they’ll now have to rebuild their beachfront house for the third time, and that their second rebuild wasn’t even finished when Helene sent their house surfing down the street. That their insurance won’t cover it.
I’m flabbergasted that anyone would even consider rebuilding there. You’re lucky to even have insurance – most insurance companies have been fleeing the state.
Here’s a radical idea: don’t rebuild there. This is only going to get worse.
By all rights, this kid should be in prison. Since we couldn’t do that, shunning him relentlessly will have to do.
A: they’re betting most people will accept it, and they’re right. The same thing happened in the early 80s when cable television advertised themselves as the pay-for-ad-free service, then started sneaking ads in. People complained, sure, but we all saw the outcome. They got away with it.
B: Greed, capitalism, and fuck you.
Fascism. They keep dancing around it, but what they want is fascism.
This isn’t politics. They want to remake US politics into a fascist state, and they’re not even that shy about it.
Thankfully only about 30% of US adults are falling for this grift. Unfortunately about the same percentage of Germans fell for it in the late 1920s. It seems really low, but it’s enough if the rest of us are complacent.
So let’s not be complacent.
The ice cream no longer exists. It hasn’t existed for a long time, and no amount of wishing will bring it back.
I want ice cream, too. But before we can have ice cream again, we need to not die.