a bottle of nyquil @twisted@pixie.town

I was shooting heroin and reading “The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police cruiser when a call came in. I put a quarter in the radio to activate it. It was the chief.

“Bad news, detective. We got a situation.”

“What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?”

“Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.”

The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that? Bitcoins are the ultimate currency: virtual, anonymous, stateless. They represent true economic freedom, not subject to arbitrary manipulation by any government. Do we have any leads?”

“Not yet. But mark my words: we’re going to figure out who did this and we’re going to take them down … provided someone pays us a fair market rate to do so.”

“Easy, chief,” I said. “Any rate the market offers is, by definition, fair.”

He laughed. “That’s why you’re the best I got, Lisowski. Now you get out there and find those bitcoins.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m on it.”

I put a quarter in the siren. Ten minutes later, I was on the scene. It was a normal office building, strangled on all sides by public sidewalks. I hopped over them and went inside.

“Home Depot™ Presents the Police!®” I said, flashing my badge and my gun and a small picture of Ron Paul. “Nobody move unless you want to!” They didn’t.

“Now, which one of you punks is going to pay me to investigate this crime?” No one spoke up.

“Come on,” I said. “Don’t you all understand that the protection of private property is the foundation of all personal liberty?”

It didn’t seem like they did.

“Seriously, guys. Without a strong economic motivator, I’m just going to stand here and not solve this case. Cash is fine, but I prefer being paid in gold bullion or autographed Penn Jillette posters.”

Nothing. These people were stonewalling me. It almost seemed like they didn’t care that a fortune in computer money invented to buy drugs was missing.

I figured I could wait them out. I lit several cigarettes indoors. A pregnant lady coughed, and I told her that secondhand smoke is a myth. Just then, a man in glasses made a break for it.

“Subway™ Eat Fresh and Freeze, Scumbag!®” I yelled.

Too late. He was already out the front door. I went after him.

“Stop right there!” I yelled as I ran. He was faster than me because I always try to avoid stepping on public sidewalks. Our country needs a private-sidewalk voucher system, but, thanks to the incestuous interplay between our corrupt federal government and the public-sidewalk lobby, it will never happen.

I was losing him. “Listen, I’ll pay you to stop!” I yelled. “What would you consider an appropriate price point for stopping? I’ll offer you a thirteenth of an ounce of gold and a gently worn ‘Bob Barr ‘08’ extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirt!”

He turned. In his hand was a revolver that the Constitution said he had every right to own. He fired at me and missed. I pulled my own gun, put a quarter in it, and fired back. The bullet lodged in a U.S.P.S. mailbox less than a foot from his head. I shot the mailbox again, on purpose.

“All right, all right!” the man yelled, throwing down his weapon. “I give up, cop! I confess: I took the bitcoins.”

“Why’d you do it?” I asked, as I slapped a pair of Oikos™ Greek Yogurt Presents Handcuffs® on the guy.

“Because I was afraid.”

“Afraid?”

“Afraid of an economic future free from the pernicious meddling of central bankers,” he said. “I’m a central banker.”

I wanted to coldcock the guy. Years ago, a central banker killed my partner. Instead, I shook my head.

“Let this be a message to all your central-banker friends out on the street,” I said. “No matter how many bitcoins you steal, you’ll never take away the dream of an open society based on the principles of personal and economic freedom.”

He nodded, because he knew I was right. Then he swiped his credit card to pay me for arresting him.

DRM is a system for prohibiting legal conduct that manufacturers and their shareholders don't like.

Laws like the US DMCA 1201 (and its equivalents all over the world) ban tampering with DRM, even if no copyright infringement takes place.

That means that manufacturers can design products so that doing things that displease them requires bypassing DRM, and thus committing a felony. It amounts to "felony contempt of business model."

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Learning how to make adverts is essentially learning how to brainwash people

So much so that I'm pretty sure I could apply the advertising theories I've learnt into political propaganda, and that's scary

#banadvertising

it fucken WIMDY

ah yes the book cover that's the background for anprim patrick memes

"Democracy" is openly failing to white supremacy in the U.S. Quit pretending your votes are gonna do jack shit to help the people being endangered right now by the new popular forms of the synthesis of the cops and the klan. Both of these stooges support what's going on with suppressing a civil rights movement and implicitly bringing white supremacy into power through law enforcement (feds included!). Neither gives a single fuck about native american people (as usual). All the foreign imperial oil wars which get so many innocents killed for no reason besides to prop up the value of the dollar like in Yemen aren't even a question at this point. Capitalism is the unquestionable default amd effectively integrated with the electoral apparatus - the fucking Democrats even kicked Green Party off the ballot in Pennsylvania. There is no alternative a vote will ever get you to this hellworld.

Get fucking plugged in and ready to act. You may not like it, but right now actions in the so-called United States are being organized on telegram. Post hubs of information for spreading news of community action in this thread (especially if you know of any on Signal). I'll start. (telegram links)

Directory of Local Protest Channels: https://t.me/BLMProtests/3361

Overview updates of the #BLM Protests in 2020.
https://t.me/BLMProtests

You likely now have no excuse to get caught on your ass voting while the world falls apart around you and nothing changes just like usual, but worse because of white supremacy. Even if there is nothing in your area you are aware of, check other sources like twitter, etc, and have your equipment ready to play a support role on the street. Black coverings for your backpack, one outfit that is entirely black with no identifying markings, goggles, face-masks, thick gloves, bottled water, snacks, etc. If you can afford these, get extras for people who can't and bring them with you. The turnout to the resistance of a white supremacist takeover of all the "enforcement" bodies of the government which had been ignored under Obama and carefully cultivated under Trump should make polling numbers look like a fucking joke. And don't forget to hook up with a bail fund resource before heading out there, and to make connections and stay connected with your comrades afterwards (but practice physical distancing). Bring friends, spread the word. There will be no rest on November 4th.

#NoGoodCops #NoBadProtestors No Organizers, no megaphones, just all of us, together. And always remember, #ACAB

Keep each other safe out there. With love and rage,
Thufie

9/11 is coming up, which means i'm legally obligated to point out 9/11 here in chile is a different tragedy & also important

the 11th of september is when the chilean right wing (funded by the US gov.) bombed our gov. building, killed our democratically elected socialist president, gutted the welfare state & enacted martial law

followed by 17 years of a violent fascist dictatorship in which at least 3k people died, 40k were victimized and half of the country was traumatized

The well-known hat type "top hat" implies the existence of the less known hat types "bottom hat", "strange hat", "charm hat", "up hat", and "down hat".

no justice no peace

i accidentally wore part of my fursuit out in public. Huge faux paw

yup