Advocates say it is discrimination and are arguing for “insurance fairness” on the grounds that people who have joints surgically replaced typically don’t face the same kinds of coverage challenges.
Maybe you’re being a little unreasonable. Have you stopped to think about what the money might want? Maybe your money wants to be with the CEO without partaking in some nasty exchange of goods or services.
The money wants to be with the CEOs and thus have the chance to be spent on private jet rentals and lavish vacations in exotic places with influential people. It wants the chance to be spent on expensive tuition at old-money, name-brand universities and third and fourth homes in the country and on post-apocalypse survival compounds in expensive, English-speaking island nations. If you were a dollar, wouldn’t you want this too? Or would you want to spend your days going in and out of tills at Walmart and Dollar General or forked over to some prole delivery driver as a tip, a driver who’ll just spend you on fuel or fries at some greasy drive-up. Money wants to be free, free to live the good life, and to live it with the people who care about it more than anything else under the sun.
Or would you want to spend your days going in and out of tills at Walmart and Dollar General or forked over to some prole delivery driver as a tip, a driver who’ll just spend you on fuel or fries at some greasy drive-up.
Holy shit, this part reminds me of constantly being taught to not give cash to homeless people because they’ll only spend it on alcohol or drugs.
My mom recently saw me give $2 to a man at an intersection. It was a relatively cool day for this part of Texas at that time of year: mid-90s. She admonished me going on about how that guy was going to spend it on booze or drugs. I told her that very few people are homeless by choice and that he was just a guy trying to survive one more hot day. If my $2 bought him a bottle of water or a drug-assisted escape from reality, then it’s still making his day $2 better. Then I asked her how much drugs she thought $2 could purchase.
Maybe you’re being a little unreasonable. Have you stopped to think about what the money might want? Maybe your money wants to be with the CEO without partaking in some nasty exchange of goods or services.
The money wants to be with the CEOs and thus have the chance to be spent on private jet rentals and lavish vacations in exotic places with influential people. It wants the chance to be spent on expensive tuition at old-money, name-brand universities and third and fourth homes in the country and on post-apocalypse survival compounds in expensive, English-speaking island nations. If you were a dollar, wouldn’t you want this too? Or would you want to spend your days going in and out of tills at Walmart and Dollar General or forked over to some prole delivery driver as a tip, a driver who’ll just spend you on fuel or fries at some greasy drive-up. Money wants to be free, free to live the good life, and to live it with the people who care about it more than anything else under the sun.
Holy shit, this part reminds me of constantly being taught to not give cash to homeless people because they’ll only spend it on alcohol or drugs.
My mom recently saw me give $2 to a man at an intersection. It was a relatively cool day for this part of Texas at that time of year: mid-90s. She admonished me going on about how that guy was going to spend it on booze or drugs. I told her that very few people are homeless by choice and that he was just a guy trying to survive one more hot day. If my $2 bought him a bottle of water or a drug-assisted escape from reality, then it’s still making his day $2 better. Then I asked her how much drugs she thought $2 could purchase.