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I wrote a brief thing on supporting them in ActivityPub. Apologies if this has been done before, but I couldn't find anything and I think it might be important.
A related not-exactly-solution is to stop making up imaginary 'wealth' based on the perceived value of fake fractions of corporations that are compelled, by law, to act against the interests of society. Stop letting people get rich by saying who is rich and who isn't.
And cap how much a single entity can be worth.
[cont] About 17% of the company, as of 2016. If he were to liquidate that stock so he could "end world hunger" or "fix flint's water supply", a) it would become worth a _lot_ less than that, and b) he would be sued into the ground. He'd never get a _chance_ to do anything with it; he - and the money - would be tied up in court for the rest of his natural life.
Do I hate that the rich people of this country hoard money? Hell yes. But don't talk out your ass about it.
[sigh] I really hate 'defending' people I don't want to defend, but I _do_ feel it important to defend _facts_ and not-having-your-head-up-your-ass thinking.
So: Bezos is very very rich, yes. With the amount of money he is worth, he _could_ do a lot of good things for people.
But he doesn't have that much money. A super quick calculation says that 99% of his net worth is his Amazon stock. [more]
Spent the 4th moving the desk with my gaming rig from the north wall to the east wall. This was more complicated than it sounds.
I spent yesterday afternoon/evening moving my main desk from the west wall to the middle of the room, and this morning getting my computer set back up. Switched from dual-monitor to triple, opening the laptop back up (mainly for video conf reasons).
Still so much to do to get everything back in order, but it already feels like a better space.
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