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So basically crab bucketing? A poor person helping another poor person impoverishes himself while not doing much to get the other poor person out of poverty?
It probably doesn't help that that exact behavior is idolized by society as a great thing.
By: Drez
"MORE PROTEIN BARS!" Father Time bellowed, to no one in particular. And yet, moments later, his basket was once again replete with protein bars which he immediately started shoveling into his gaping maw.
Father Time was enormous. His height had never been officially measured as there were no measuring tapes that stretched that far, but he was quite tall to say the least. He was rumored to be exactly 1073 feet tall, but that was just a rumor. Of course, they could have used other means of measuring him but, being simpletons, never figured out how.
His weight was another story entirely. Father Time weighed, at present, 6,960,598 pounds. He looked it, too. As one of his ex-servants had put it when asked for his honest opinion on the matter: "well, you could stand to lose a few pounds."
Equinox had built the 56th and Lexington gym on special order when Father Time angrily smashed the New York Health and Racquet Club they had specially built on 26th and 5th because his favorite personal trainer went on vacation to Maui for, in Father Time's words, "three fucking weeks." The entire building was demolished.
Now, Father Time was testing out the new gym and it's amenities. It was built to spec. And they did get his favorite protein bar, presumably in unlimited amounts. They even gave him a custom-tailored Equinox gym t-shirt which he had tucked into his gym sweats.
Thus far, he had been on the treadmill, done some wait lifting, and attended a rather brutal hip-hop spin class. Then he went to check his weight.
"6,960,599pounds? Really? I gained a pound? WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS?" he bellowed, to no one in particular.
Without waiting for a response, the now-irate Father Time, tears in his eyes, started tearing sections of the building apart with his bare hands and throwing it at other sections of the building.
Equinox staff, who had been warned about this sort of thing and had participated in numerous evacuation drills designed at getting everyone out calmly and safely in case this happened, flew into an immediate panic, running this way and that, trampling over one another, screaming, and so on, until the entire place was in a state of total chaos.
After a few moments, Father Time sat on some rubble that used to be the female locker rooms, put his giant head in his giant hands, and wept. "No one will ever love me," he whimpered between sobs. As if on cue, the sobbing had forced his stomach to expand and contract. Unbeknownst to all, Father Time had been sucking in his gut. And now, the Equinox t-shirt had popped out of his gym sweats, exposing his belly.
The Equinox CEO, who had been watching the launch event via webcam along with his direct reporting managers in Conference Room "Power" saw the giant's belly on the screen. In fact, the webcam was directly focused on it. Everyone in the room was repulsed. The CEO turned the TV off with one click of the remote.
"That, gentlemen," he said, "was a giant waist of Time."
The End
Have you considered two important facts though:
1. I am awesome
2. You are a dork
j/k fk letis get delicious crack cocaine
I guess I need to jog every day or something. This sucks and jogging sucks.
and accidentally too!
they're just too stupid and twitchy not to kill you
i am sorry there are no musicians named todd
less cynically, it is an entirely logical attitude to take in a society where no actual accumulation "out of poverty" is possible, and all supernormal wealth is actually gained through luck. That is to say, an agricultural economy. Or - the kind of economy in which humanity lived for all of its existence save the last two to three hundred years or so, the kind which our moral precepts are actually adapted for. The economy of mutual aid and gifts.
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Shaz wat I do
sounds like this is your cat now
Me? I run.
Was that the right amount of smug? I don't want to shortchange myself.
apparently I am not buying anything with the exception of litter
like they're supplying food
other more cool things
let me finish some things at work and get lunch
then we will discuss
plans for BOTH OF US so i can do too
I feel like running hard is playing dice with my asthma whereas jogging like a doof seems to not trigger anything.
BUT
in a few hours
i'll be a dork with a sick drum compressor
but his nom de plume is todd terje, because terje is pronounced like terry and todd terry was a famous house producer
but will wouldn't know that because his musical knowledge is basically the cd section at target
jogging
once they realize how nice it is to not own a cat
and after the toxoplasmosis starts to die off
they will not take that cat back
*Eats an entire ham in shame*
At least in America, the impoverished minorities are generally prevented through systematic and institutionalized discrimination from accumulating the wealth that's necessary to move out of poverty. When you can't receive the education or gainful employment (that normally comes from that education) which allows the accumulation of generational wealth, your situation isn't much different than that agrarian society.
For some poor black kid growing up in Detroit / New Orleans / Atlanta / etc, accumulating enough wealth to move 'out of poverty' is mostly just luck. They could be the hardest worker, but when the bus doesn't show up to get them to work on time, or discrimination by their supervisors and lack of education keeps them from reaching beyond an entry-level position, they are never going to move up to accumulate enough wealth to 'push' the next generation higher. There are exceptions, but there is a reason they are exceptions.
On top of that, if they can't count on stable employment and the societal safety net sucks, then there is a good chance that they will be down on their luck and needing that help somewhere down the line. Cutting ties is a good way to be left hanging...and that's not even getting into crime and violence that go hand in hand with poverty.
6 mph is a jog
at least i'm not ignorant enough to listen to musicians named "todd"
I don't think they'll accept that as an excuse.
fucking around on the internets, watching something on netflix, or some other as of yet unexplored option
Mail them in anyway. Take that, Federal Government.
I suspect that casual capital destruction - i.e., petty theft - going unanswered and unpoliced plays a much larger role, or the weakening of discrimination should have a larger impact on easing the poverty trap
it's nothing particularly abstract: your brother or your mother barging into your room and stealing your savings or pawning your stuff in a desperate, crazed desire to make the meth withdrawal stop
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