EmmaGoldman

Already saw some dickhead doing this on the highway in a model 3 over a month ago. What an asshole.

Sinatra died in the 90s. Did Trump consider himself a politician then?

Sir, a second teacup has hit the painting.

Barron's like a computer. He lives every day exactly the same as the previous. He's like a weird villain of the week in an Axe Cop comic.

To the millisecond. No time for a fourth thing.

He's simply too busy being 8 feet tall, in 8th grade, and his father's 8th favourite child.

Can't see shit in my province. Fucked.

Utilitarian dweebs that think whatever specific thing they want is always the thing that is the greatest good for all.

Like the "Effective Altruism" losers who think the greatest good happens when the fewest billionaires possible hold 100% of all global wealth

A handful of cars have these weirdo dash pods now, they usually contain massive speakers, a bunch of sensors, or both at the same time.

Imagine trying to adjust the AC and the "wrong thing" you hit just made the music become deafeningly loud, and the only way to fix this is on the touch screen so you have to take your eyes completely off the road.

Imagine trying to turn on the blinker to make a turn and accidentally putting the car in reverse instead.

Imagine a car that literally does not have any way to control the door locks. It just doesn't exist.

Imagine needing to find and enter a settings menu in order to turn on the headlights, defroster, or windshield wipers.

Imagine needing to use a keyboard search function in the settings menu to find things like mirror adjustment (which is also done on the touchscreen.)

Imagine having updates that change where these frequently used features are located so any imagination of "muscle memory" is impossible.

All of these are real problems people frequently experience in multiple cars made by multiple manufacturers.

yeah it's not like that happened in living memory of 1/6th of americans and the majority of people in congress or anything. That'd be crazy.

“The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. How would they buy oranges at twenty cents a dozen if they could drive out and pick them up? And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the crime, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit. A million people hungry, needing the fruit- and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains. And the smell of rot fills the country. Burn coffee for fuel in the ships. Burn corn to keep warm, it makes a hot fire. Dump potatoes in the rivers and place guards along the banks to keep the hungry people from fishing them out. Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and let the putrescence drip down into the earth.

There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.”