i love when they draw a carrot on top of the carrot cake just to remind you this aint no ordinary fuckin cake youre dealing with
on a scale of one to ten how sad are you.
you almost say seven but the answer floats in your lungs like rising mud. you shift your shoulders. some part of you is already forming an excuse. that itâs not that bad sometimes. one, two, three on a day that the clouds are out. youâre just complaining about stuff. yesterday you laughed past a brick of a four, does that make the brick come down to a two-point-five. Â the solid seven panic attack of last tuesday feels somehow like a little thorn, just a regular day full of a gentle three-point-nine earthquake rocking after yesterdayâs close-to-an-eight. see but if tomorrow you have a real bad day, it will make today look simple.
and what if. what if tomorrow itâs a big old red eight-point-nine. like one of those days where sirens are going off in every part of you but youâre stuck behind a glass window watching it all burn down. like one of those days that your skin against the air feels foreign. like too much of everything. like sitting-in-the-shower, like canât-eat, like the tide isnât just coming in, it came while you were sleeping and now youâve gotta learn how to swim. like bounce me against a bullet hole kind of day.
you keep numbers like nine and ten way out of reach. those are for the people who really are suffering. youâve got no excuse. nine and ten are funeral numbers, for real problems, not yours, no. and sometimes youâre fine. and youâre kind of used to it. and itâs not sad, itâs just numb like a television caught on static. numb like i canât remember if i care about this. numb like nothing works but i canât be bothered to fix it. thatâs not sad thatâs every day stuff. everybody feels like this, right? feels like theyâve been shut off. right. Â
maybe five. right in the middle. like not gonna shoot myself but iâm not wasting your time. a nonanswer. like could be worse could be better. like i need help but i donât want you to worry even though i need someone to worry about me because i canât worry about myself. maybe five. but what if five is too small. what if five is too big. what if -
âon a scale of one to ten,â he repeats into your silence, and then pauses. âand please be honest about this.â
Okay wait this brings up a point Dr. Richard D Wolff (americas leading Marxist economist) brought up in a lecture a while ago; economics needs an ethics review board.
Every other major discipline has an ethics review board. If you're a doctor and prescribe a patient a lethal dose of the wrong medicine, you get disciplined. If you're a biologist and commit animal cruelty, you get disciplined. If you're a psychologist and conduct an unethical study, you get disciplined. If you're an engineer and neglect safety standards when building a bridge, you get disciplined.
But if you're an economist and your policies actively harm people in a demonstrable way, nothing happens. It's all just a 'matter of opinion'
American and other western economists advised the Russian government on how to run the country following the end of the ussr and its estimated that the economic policies they recommended directly lead to the deaths of millions of people. And not a single economist so much as even lost their job.
Economics degrees also need courses on ethics and the real human impact of economic policies so that economists can learn how to avoid harm in the first place.
STOP IT UR KILLING HER
is this too niche
@ohbluesky shdjdj
what's this 'wife' business? nobody calls him Prince-Consort Mario
if Bowser kidnapped my plumbing client, I would be saying âwahooâ as long as those hours were billable
he's the funniest person i know
Iâve been in absolute tears cry laughing at this for the past 15 minutes.
epic chicken prank
Now they got chickens doing YouTuber face.
whyâs he got no pants !!! heâs got his whole pussy out !!!
Having the hiccups is how it feels to be poisoned in a video game
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YOU FORGOT THE BEST PART
hole collection part 2 thank you for your additions