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Better than spending it giving tax breaks to the rich or subsidising companies that are destroying the planet.

Yeah cause leaving companies and the super rich to self regulate has worked so well.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it’s not in the public sphere but your private collection, so you do you chap.

In my opinion privately owned art of a high enough cultural value should either not be allowed to be privately owned, or if it is then it should have to be on permanent loan to free admission public galleries. But that’s not the case.

Not this shit again

But you wouldn’t text another iPhone. You’d WhatsApp the person.

Fair. It’s hard to know sometimes if someone has English as a first or second language. People can be really technically good, but then not understand more subtle cultural things.

Never know maybe both of our comments will help some people.

It’s common in English to refer to a collective like a company or government as though it were an individual. I think it’s just a simple short hand really.

Eg “The whitehouse said today…” We know that the whitehouse (a building) doesn’t have the power of speech and that really means “a whitehouse spokesperson working in an official capacity on behalf of the government said today”.

Really the headline should be something along the lines of “what, exactly, are Xbox business strategists thinking?” But because of the common knowledge of how this shorthand works they can just use the headline they did.

There’s probably a fancy linguistic name for it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

X Window System (X11, or simply X) is a windowing system for bitmap displays, common on Unix-like operating systems.

The UK doesn’t do life sentences with no eligibility for parole. Every sentence will include eligibility for parole, with the maximum period for eligibility being around 25 years.

That’s not entirely true. Full life orders do exist.

That nurse who killed all those babies got one last year, that police officer who kidnapped raped and murdered Sarah Everard has one, Dr Harold Shipman had one, and probably most famously Mira Hindley and Ian Brady had them.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_prisoners_with_whole_life_orders

22 years is the minimum custodial part of the sentence, the rest will be ‘on licence’ so out of prison under set conditions like reporting in at a police station every week. Breach of any of the conditions or breaking any other laws is basically back to prison do not pass go.

They’ll be on licence for the rest of their lives following that though. The minimum term on a life sentence is just the custodial part.

Not just that. Even without getting better productivity grains should mean your wages go up on average above inflation.

Na she’s in the Delta quadrant.

Well it’s good that EU coal consumption is falling too

https://www.statista.com/statistics/265504/coal-consumption-in-europe-and-eurasia-in-oil-equivalent/

Boomers would have expected their wages to go up above inflation. Not settle for keeping in line with it.

This has always been the sync development cycle.

That’s not very much.

I can only help with the last part as I use audible. Have you tried Voice? https://droidify.eu.org/app/?id=de.ph1b.audiobook&repo_address=https://f-droid.org/repo

https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=de.ph1b.audiobook

Dulce et Decorum Est

By Wilfred Owen

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46560/dulce-et-decorum-est

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.```

Wot?