Doesn't even have to sell any of it. Just borrows against it as collateral and pays the loans off with new loans borrowed against the ever-increasing value.
It's like how the C-suite denizens all make vast millions because they sit on each others' boards and vote for each others' absurd compensation packages. Not because they have any particular abilities to speak of. It's a circlejerk in the finest sense of the term.
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And even that took an actual fucking war hero who could have just as easily been a Democrat.
The Great Depression featured deflation, for whatever the hell that's worth.
We also have an awesome football team and the house from Christmas Story.
"We need term limits" lol. Term limits mean politicians need to line their pockets even faster. Fucking Rome was famous for this shit.
I had lunch at Booger King last year for the first time in a long time. The whopper and fries were actually surprisingly good, freshly cooked and tasty. But god damn did I feel like shit after eating it. I suppose it was all the salt. And it was $16, and that was without a drink even.
Don't forget to hydrate.
I used to write small games in BASIC on paper and then go over to my friend's house and type them into his VIC-20 to play them (these things had an optional tape drive for saving programs but his parents were too cheap to pay for that). It really taught me to code carefully and get everything right the first time around. In the early '90s I visited India and saw software companies that had ten programmers and one PC and they were also coding with pencil and paper. I assumed that this meant Indian programmers were going to be fantastic once they each got their own computers, but I was wrong about this -- they're just as shitty as everybody else.
My dad died last fall and when I called the funeral home we had chosen to come collect the body, the answering service I got was AI. It had a weird accent that wasn't from anywhere on this planet, strange background noises also not from this planet, and when it read back my dad's name for confirmation, it said "Bob common name Smith common name?" Like, what in the actual fuck. I should have just hung up and called a different funeral home but I was too shocked by what I was interacting with.
For good measure, their funeral director (who just happened to have the same last name as a character from The Sopranos) kept cracking jokes during our meeting with him, completely ghosted me for a week, and then finally delivered the urn with my father's ashes in it at 8 PM the night before his interment ceremony. Naturally enough, he left it on my porch and split before I could talk to him.
It is so much fun living in the future.
I just read her book. Holy shit are the Facebook execs vile people. Just to pull one turd from the pile, her boss there was Joel Kaplan, the dude who worked for George W. Bush and was part of the "Brooks Brothers Riot" in Florida in 2000. Wynn-Williams had had a baby that caused an embolism; she had something like 25 blood transfusions and was continuing to bleed for months afterwards. Kaplan would conduct one-on-one online meetings with her in his underwear and pressure her to describe the blood coming out of her vagina.
And that's just one example of the personal vileness of these people. They also manage possibly the most evil company in world history.