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Disability benefits: "I mean, sure, there are probably some sad sacks who are gaming the system, there always are, but hell, with the amount of taxes we pay, the government can afford a few freeloaders, right? I'd rather pay for a couple people who don't really need it than not have the system at all for if I need it, or my kids do, or whatever. I mean shit happens. What if some asshole drunk driver puts me in the hospital and it takes me a year to get back on my feet? Or Heaven forbid something permanent happens. I'll sure be glad that I can get disability then, won't I?"

UBI: "I dunno, the kind of guy who'll just sit on the couch playing Call of Duty all day if he doesn't have to work, I kinda don't want him on my job site anyway. That type is just taking up a place that you could fill with someone who'll actually get the job done, you know? You end up short-handed even though you technically have enough people because everyone else has to pick up his slack. And it'd mean that if your boss is a dick you can tell him to shove it and not worry your kids are gonna go hungry while you find a better place. We can sure as hell afford it."

So, in terrible news, Trump's trying to pull some strings to pass this massive internet censorship bill, featuring all the kinds of internet censorship we're terrified of, including mandatory ID for accessing basically any website, specifically to crush state regulation of AI, because apparently this man will always see the moral bottom of the barrel and start digging.

we're looking to create an AI policy, and when we were talking about this, my boss (older millennial) was genuinely shocked to hear that younger people do not (seem) to view AI positively (a la the recent commencement speakers being booed)

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Jason has been having dreams. Dreams of him living a different life. Almost every night he would go to bed and wake up in a different apartment. One that was cleaner but had more possessions in it. He would walk down the hall to a room that was space-themed, with glow-in-the-dark stars filling the ceiling, planet stickers making up the galaxy on the wall, and a soft black rug on the floor with toys littered about.

In the middle of the room, there was a crib and in every dream, a baby was waiting for him. The baby never cried, just sat there waiting for him with the biggest smile. He had the bluest eyes and dark hair that curled at the end. His freckles matched the stars on the ceiling.

Jason would pick him up gently and place him on his hip, bouncing him softly which would make the baby laugh. His chubby little hands would clap together when Jason placed him in his high chair. His legs would kick impatiently waiting for his food.

The dream would go on as Jason goes through his day with his baby. He would play with him and put him down for naps throughout the day. Jason would carry him from room to room in this apartment.

He rarely put his baby down, rarely separated from him. Always holding him close as the dream went on.

Then Jason would wake up. He would wake up to no baby in the room down the hall, in a shitty apartment that is supposed to be just a safe house. There is no space-themed room and no high chair in the kitchen. Jason would curl up in his bed clutching his chest as grief for a baby that is not real invades his heart.

He will mourn for the few quiet moments of the morning before he locks it away to start his day.

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Jason was getting to the end of patrol as he made his final rounds. It was a quiet night which made him wary and on edge. He was heading to his apartment, grappling across the rooftops when he heard something from an alley just below him.

The noise quickly caught his attention, making him jump down into the alley. As he got closer to the source of the sound he could make it out as the crying of a baby. Hidden by trash bags and behind a dumpster was a baby.

A baby with pale skin and trembling chubby arms. He had dark hair that curled at the ends and his eyes were scrunched tight. His face was red from how hard he was crying.

Jason knew this baby.

His baby.

Jason gently picked up the baby causing the crying to stop. Looking up at him were teary blue eyes. The bluest eyes he has ever seen.

The baby was swaddled up tight in a black blanket with yellow stars with a green sticky note stuck to the front.

“Danny, the beloved

CW”

Was written in the note.

They want to control our elections.

I am dead serious people call your representatives. Get volunteering. Get protesting. Get LOUD.

They released a letter full of straight up lies. Spread the truth. MAKE NOISE.

How interesting. How very interesting. They rejected my Blaze of this post.