23 November, 2016

The Digest—Wednesday, 23 November, 2016

[The Digest is a collection of articles, videos, and other media I've viewed and found significant throughout the day. It is a way to divest myself from other social media that is more reliant on likes, click-bait, and peer-approval rather than quality, intelligence, and diversity of opinion, which are the qualities I find important. It is also a way to devote myself to daily contributions to this space...at least in theory.]

-=Summary: Losing overtime, Trump's defunding of climate science research, and Network at 40=-

Articles:

Millions may now lose eligibility for overtime after ruling
from CNN

"The rules are just plain bad public policy, and we are pleased that the judge is allowing time for the case to go forward before they can go into effect," said David French, the senior vice president for government relations at the National Retail Federation.
What an asshole. Gee, I wonder why a bunch of lobbyists for retail business owners would oppose overtime pay. If you don't want to pay overtime, don't demand your employees work so many damn hours. They also need to do something about salaried workers who are forced to be "at work" all the time, even if at home at night on a weekend, even if on vacation. Technically, workers don't have to do this, but if they don't, they know their employer will just find someone else who will.

Until this country starts treating workers with the same reverence owners receive, we'll continue to be a 3rd world country in practice, if not glaring on the surface as the approaching 4 years may demonstrate.




from The Guardian

What a bigger asshole. Asshole par excellence. His imperial assholio. Whatever. "Politicized science" apparently means, "Science that we paid for to 'refute' the overwhelming majority (98%) of all other scientists on the planet who say things are happening to the world we don't approve of and have hence politicized, because when have 98% of anyone agreed on something and been right? The nerve!"

If you voted for Trump, apologize to your children and grandchildren. 

from The Guardian

Texas, vying for asshole of America. This is not in competition with Trump, who is America's official Asshole-in-Chief, but as the actual, physiological, functioning asshole of the country out of which spews the most pure and utter SHITE. 

If Jesus existed and came back to Earth and saw what kind of human beings his supposed followers are, I think he'd skip town before anyone recognized him, then go tell his dad to bring the hammer down. Seriously—is there a threshold for being too hateful for these people? I fear not.

from The Guardian

OK, full disclaimer—Network is one of my favorite movies of all time. The 'flaws' this author attributes to the film are from a context of 40 years later instead of considered part of the time they were in, and he fails to see the non-subtlety of certain aspects as part of the satire itself, perhaps in the same way the chorus functioned in a Greek Tragedy.

But, yes, it is one of the most prescient films of all time, and has some goddamn fantastic quotes to draw from:
Howard Beale: I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.' Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad. You've got to say, 'I'm a HUMAN BEING, God damn it! My life has VALUE!' So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell, 'I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!'"

Howard Beale: Good evening. Today is Wednesday, September the 24th, and this is my last broadcast. Yesterday I announced on this program that I was going to commit public suicide, admittedly an act of madness. Well, I'll tell you what happened: I just ran out of bullshit. Am I still on the air? I really don't know any other way to say it other than I just ran out of bullshit. Bullshit is all the reasons we give for living. And if we can't think up any reasons of our own, we always have the God bullshit. We don't know why we're going through all this pointless pain, humiliation, decays, so there better be someone somewhere who does know. That's the God bullshit. And then, there's the noble man bullshit; that man is a noble creature that can order his own world; who needs God? Well, if there's anybody out there that can look around this demented slaughterhouse of a world we live in and tell me that man is a noble creature, believe me: That man is full of bullshit. I don't have anything going for me. I haven't got any kids. And I was married for thirty-three years of shrill, shrieking fraud. So I don't have any bullshit left. I just ran out of it, you see. 

Howard Beale: Television is not the truth! Television is a God-damned amusement park! Television is a circus, a carnival, a traveling troupe of acrobats, storytellers, dancers, singers, jugglers, side-show freaks, lion tamers, and football players. We're in the boredom-killing business! So if you want the truth... Go to God! Go to your gurus! Go to yourselves! Because that's the only place you're ever going to find any real truth. 
But, man, you're never going to get any truth from us. We'll tell you anything you want to hear; we lie like hell. We'll tell you that, uh, Kojak always gets the killer, or that nobody ever gets cancer at Archie Bunker's house, and no matter how much trouble the hero is in, don't worry, just look at your watch; at the end of the hour he's going to win. We'll tell you any shit you want to hear. We deal in *illusions*, man! None of it is true! But you people sit there, day after day, night after night, all ages, colors, creeds... We're all you know. You're beginning to believe the illusions we're spinning here. You're beginning to think that the tube is reality, and that your own lives are unreal. You do whatever the tube tells you! You dress like the tube, you eat like the tube, you raise your children like the tube, you even *think* like the tube! This is mass madness, you maniacs! In God's name, you people are the real thing! *WE* are the illusion!

To show just a few. Anyway, if you haven't seen it, watch it. 

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