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B1rd wrote: 4w393k
Almost like political opinions are subjective.
Nah, what I mean is, for example:
"Maintaining a balanced budget is more important than ensuring the welfare of all citizens."
I believe that maintaining a balanced budget is part of what ensures the welfare of all citizens, since economy doing good = more money for welfare, infrastructure, etc. So how can I honestly answer this question?
The combination of these 2 (politiscales and 8values) is the best you can do as far as online political tests go.They aren't perfect by any means, but they do give a solid insight.DaddyCoolVipper wrote: 4p47
The 8values test sucks, within the first 10 questions there were 2 that stuck out as being insanely subjective
My only concern here is that I see myself more as a pragmatist rather than a populist.
johnmedina999 wrote: 3r3a6s
I'm going to post mine because I'm bored.
You're just being too particular about the framing of the question. You should just ask yourself whether you are okay with putting the country into debt to fund social programmes as labour is prone to do.DaddyCoolVipper wrote: 4p47
B1rd wrote: 4w393k
Almost like political opinions are subjective.
Nah, what I mean is, for example:
"Maintaining a balanced budget is more important than ensuring the welfare of all citizens."
I believe that maintaining a balanced budget is part of what ensures the welfare of all citizens, since economy doing good = more money for welfare, infrastructure, etc. So how can I honestly answer this question?
>not knowing about horseshoe theoryAurani wrote: k3n52
What is the meme supposed to mean and why swapped?Green Platinum wrote: 3k2u48
I think Vipper and Aurani could be swapped
Are you a newfag?
That's neat. I'm not all that into bikes but I have a few mates that are into riding and tinkering with them.
I've been watching Magical Angel Creamy Mami and while it is pretty average as a whole there are episodes that go absolutely crazy with the story and presentation. I'll need to look at the staff list when I finish it because there is a director and possibly a writer on the show that is absolutely golden.
I've been watching Magical Angel Creamy Mami and while it is pretty average as a whole there are episodes that go absolutely crazy with the story and presentation. I'll need to look at the staff list when I finish it because there is a director and possibly a writer on the show that is absolutely golden.
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.
“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.
Well I'd have a hard time walking 280KM is one day, it's probably gonna take 5 or 6. I've go a good lightweight freestanding tent that I plan to use, I'd like to try urban camping when I get in to the city too, since accommodation is quite a big expense (and I've already spent too much money on all this outdoor gear).
B1rd wrote: 4w393k
Well I'd have a hard time walking 280KM is one day, it's probably gonna take 5 or 6. I've go a good lightweight freestanding tent that I plan to use, I'd like to try urban camping when I get in to the city too, since accommodation is quite a big expense (and I've already spent too much money on all this outdoor gear).
I don't know about Hobart's local laws but in a lot of cities you can get in trouble for urban camping, so be on the lookout for that. I wish you godspeed and a good travel!
Thanks.Foxtrot wrote: 2l233p
I don't know about Hobart's local laws but in a lot of cities you can get in trouble for urban camping, so be on the lookout for that. I wish you godspeed and a good travel!
Probably both.johnmedina999 wrote: 3r3a6s
Are you going to do 280 roundtrip (140 walking, 140 walking back? Or are you going to walk 560 in total? Or are you going to hitch a ride back?
Anyway, I'm leaving today, I'll post updates when I get closer to civilisation again.
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