Fiscally challenged

I thought it was Il Douche’s fasces logo. Which was a fucking lame logo, although that’s not exactly the worst thing about his rule.

TBF this was all more than 5 years ago when the job interviewing process at most IT companies involved just putting a moistened finger underneath the candidate’s nostrils. Apparently the programmer job market is pretty horrific these days, although I wouldn’t know since I drive a school bus now.

How about an example from the last 40 years?

You had me until “unless”.

MS is waaaay too big to fail.

I was thinking Microsoft employs clever people

As a programmer, I’ve had numerous colleagues who have ended up as software engineers at MS. They were mostly either unbelievably lazy or extremely incompetent. The rest who were both ended up there as managers.

Huh, none of these AIs picked up on the fleshlight.

I used to live like this, but it would never in a million years have occurred to me that criticism of that lifestyle would be the problem rather than the lifestyle itself. I was always fully aware of how fucked-up and indefensible it was.

I shave my head. I have to shave it every two or three days or I look like a mangy old dog. I wait until just before I go to bed to shave it, at which point I’m too tired and I tell myself I’ll do it in the morning before work, which of course I never do. So I end up shaving it once every three weeks, and spend most of the time looking like a mangy old dog.

I eventually hit upon the strategy of shaving a small patch somewhere on my head before I go to bed, which forces me to do the rest of the job in the morning before work. Except that I usually forget I did that and often go to work looking like a mangy old dog that somebody tried to shave before giving up. Fortunately I’m a school bus driver so I only scare children.

I used to bike to work when I lived in Louisiana. It was fortunate that my office was a block from the YMCA, so I could shower and change after my ride in. The downside was that the Y was the hangout of the fat old white men who worked at the courthouse and liked to lounge around naked on the couches in the locker room, laughing and making jokes about sending black men to Angola prison for decades for crimes they probably didn’t commit (these were judges, prosecutors and public defenders talking about this shit).

I had a few years where I rode the train from a stop a mile from my house to a station literally in the basement of the building I worked in. A 55 minute ride where I could read peacefully or nap, absolute heaven. I didn’t even like moving to WFH because I missed the restaurants in the city.

“Comedic” is a better title for this than “Tragic”.

Tell me again why you named your daughter “Shank”?

Yeah, I agree with everything you’ve said. I mainly just wanted to make fun of that flag-in-truck bullshit.

a random visionary

And most of them were Scots who aren’t even really human!

Reminds me of when George W. Bush rhapsodized about the rows and rows of white crosses at Arlington. Which of course meant that he was thinking about the cemetery in Normandy from fucking Saving Private Ryan.

Not shown, but I would bet my 401k that his pants are way too long.

It’s ironic that the greatest achievements of the white “race” (race in quotes since it’s not a real thing) have been in the realm of technology, yet the most advanced thing these inbred fucks have ever achieved is mounting big flags in the backs of their trucks.

Inaccurate. Sisyphus would be in an open-office plan.