My political views had moderated in recent decades. But watching the results of a bunch of rich guys building a web of sophisticated financial instruments to increase wealth disparities, followed by watching it totter because another rich guy couldn’t keep his fly zipped, is moving me quickly back to the left. I doubt I’m the only one.
I’m 67 years old. At this point I would bet on one of two things in my remaining lifetime. Either the people at the top will come together on a plan to redistribute wealth back down the ladder, or else society will rise up and do it for them. If it ends up being the latter alternative, quite a bit of violence would not surprise me. People are justifiably mad.
What is this “sad day for developers” nonsense (over the Jensen Huang resignation)?
How about “sad day for employees held to one standard of ethics while rich people in management do whatever the hell they please”? Or “sad day for average people watching their retirement funds collapse along with the AI bubble”?
Chuck Schumer is 75 years old. Chris Van Hollen is 67. When voters clamor for generational change in Democratic leadership, moving down by 8 years is not what they are talking about. Of course the Senate is a gerontocracy - even “young” Senators are in their 50s.
In my dream world, they’d elect someone like Abdul El-Sayed as Majority Leader, but I’m not holding my breath.
“The Survivor”
NYT reports Jensen Huang had a second extramarital affair, this time with one of his direct reports. Stock fell 8%, vaporizing something like $300B of market cap. Most expensive affair in history?
Doing my part for intergenerational understanding by introducing my oldest daughter to Consolidated’s music.
(And marveling that we thought the US government was being run by fascists in the 1990s. We didn’t know how good we had it!)
“Baby Gelatinous Cube”
Ladybugs may be small, but they add up.