alzheimers, scandal, charity
Apparently the Alzheimers charity paid people 750k pounds to conveniently forget about their abusive behaviour.
It is what it is, but it's funny watching folks like/fave alleged leftists/progressives that talk a good game, but melt down when they are confronted with literally anything that doesn't agree with their performative version of progressiveness.
One of the reasons I don't have a ton of labels in my profile is because I want folks to talk and get to know me. Get a real feel for my slant rather than advertising it.
Not to say labels are bad... but anyone can rock a t-shirt, ya dig?
...diversity and acceptance while in reality being close-minded bigots, just doing this because they want validation from people they hang out with
- people claiming to care deeply about computer security but then proceeding to champion technologies that are patently unfit for purpose and is apparent to anyone capable of doing threat modeling (pgp, dnssec, blockchain belong here), all because they believe intentions, mythology, ethos and a dose of playing pretend counts as security.
In pretty much every area of life there are people playing pretend in each.
These are basically subcultures claiming to care about something but then being involved for completely unrelated reasons.
A few examples that I’ve run into:
-people playing communists in Hungary from comfortable upper-middle class existences, don’t actually giving a shit about inequality, just because they want to belong to an in-group and feel special
- people pretending to champion minority rights, ....1/2
democracy dies in darkness
When Orbán in Hungary had drafted a new constitution and only about a thousand of us protested way back in 2012, if I had to place a moment when hungarian democracy died then this would be it.
With the USA, that moment is after the senate didn’t convict Trump. No mass protests? No-one was throwing Molotov cocktails? That’s when authoritarianism received a silent, tacit approval from most people in the US.
Game over for now.
a spokesman from the British Museum said, “This is the one thing we didn’t want to happen”
Today we buried my grandmother and visited my grandfather in the hospital.
We brought the last bottle of pálinka from my grandparents’ house.
The trees that bore the fruit that went into the distilling no longer exist. My grandfather no longer remembers the recipe or the fact the pálinka was even made.
So today we poured a handful of shots and toasted them, the life they led that allowed us to be here with the opportunities that we had. It’s the pálinka burning my throat, right.