the weird thing is that some of the worse js offenders for this are government sites providing publicly accessible information... there's zero need or incentive for advertising and trackers
anyway those are bad
thank you for letting me rant
@djsundog Why does it have a spinny loader gif in the first place?
Browsers already have progress indicators.
If the "page" is just a pile of JS that, once loaded, starts loading the actual content or something like that, thus breaking the progress indicator, then there's bigger problems.
@djsundog sundog, you're talking like it's possible to for a web browser to display text and images on a screen without first reassembling 2 or 3 bushels of json from a dozen moderately hostile endpoints on the client side using more compute than existed on the surface of the planet in the year i learned what computers were, when we all know perfectly well that that's a quaint fantasy.
Sprinkled into the ugly "survival of the fittest" bullshit was him hedging that he didn't mean anyone who really couldn't help themselves.
Oh no, he only meant the lazy people asking for handouts when they could keep warm with just a little elbow grease.
People like him design and maintain welfare programs that only apply to the narrowest number of people.
Because, according to people like this, these programs should only help the ones who are really truly in need.
Most of the time that rhetoric gets you elected and moving up the chain of power.
And I agree with you and the first blogger; it's not that Glenn IS a fascist, it's that he does not give a shit and pushing the fascist line is profitable/good for his career.
Going on Tucker Carlson gets you more subscribers than doing socialist podcasts and activism.
I mean folks, newsflash?
There is a way to criticize so-called liberal "antifascism" without LYING FOR FUCKING FASCISTS and gaslighting the entire left.
I do it ALL THE FUCKING TIME.
It's actually REALLY EASY TO DO, all you have to be is not a right wing shitlord - which is Glenn's fucking problem.
Here, read some shit if you wanna see how it's fucking done:
My mom received the second shot of the Pfizer vaccine today. I wasn't happy that both shots were administer in a little conference room. Seriously, you've got a airborne virus with high community prevalence and your plan for administration is to have people wait indoors and all funnel through the same little room? Almost certain that at least one person with Covid passed through that room today.
"In conclusion, evolution works with what it's got, and only well enough to get by. It's not efficient...it's just...sufficient"
Really great reminder that social darwinism and resulting eugenics philosophies deliberately misconstrue 'survival of the fittest' and misrepresent the way evolution works.
I think about this stuff a lot cuz I'm a dork and it's my job. I think about it even when the power isn't out.
As usual, we have all the tech we need to build a better world. We just don't because there's profit in it being shitty.
People deserve to make, distribute and own their own electricity, and the means to generate and store it. We deserve electrified mass transit and to own that too. We deserve cities you can get around in via a variety of ways. And we deserve to control all this democratically.
LIBERTARIAN POLICE DEPARTMENT
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 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.
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