#irresponsibility

The only good thing about the global oil crisis is that it's now easier than ever to make fun of Trump's world class stupidity.

For a man with the emotional maturity of a three-year-old and the foresight of a newt, Donald Trump is nonetheless a pretty terrible president.

👆🏼 What did I tell ya? 🤣

He demonstrated all of these traits again when, issuing yet another edict/entry for his burn book via Truth Social, our commander-in-chief unveiled the Trump Corollary to Colin Powell’s Pottery Barn Rule. Powell’s maxim was, “If you break you, you own it.” It underscored the former Secretary of State’s belief that states and leaders were responsible for the actions they took. The Trump corollary, unsurprisingly, outlined precisely the opposite approach, just what you would expect from a man who has never accepted responsibility for a single mistake in a life defined by its nearly ceaseless stream of mistakes, disasters, crimes, gaffes, failures, doozies, and boneheaded blunders. Trump’s message to the world in the midst of the deepening megacatastrophe he unleashed with his illegal war with Iran was as bold as it was embarrassing to the country he leads. To all the countries of the world now suffering the consequences of the Trump energy crisis associated with Iran’s decision to shut the Strait of Hormuz to all ships associated with the U.S. and our allies, Trump’s message was a big F.U. “I broke it. Now you fix it,” said the Man Who Would Be King.

Trump acts like he is in a giant pre-school playground. He never takes responsibility for anything and blames everybody else for the catastrophes he causes. Whenever he loses fair and square, it's because everybody else cheated or had been mean to him. Of course he sees no problem with himself openly cheating.

Throughout his life, Trump has been able to get out of facing the consequences for his past errors and scandals with the help of divorce attorneys, bankruptcy attorneys, spin doctors, secret cash pay offs from sleazeball tabloid publishers, gullible voters, the gnat-like attention span of the media and by hiring his own personal lawyers to debase the U.S. Department of Justice and turn it into the world’s biggest ever industrial strength obstruction of justice factory. But Iran may be different. This one may already be out of his control. It may be TACO-proof. And while that means he may finally get his comeuppance and be held accountable by America’s friends worldwide, the downside of all that is that this twisted, desiccated old felon will also get his way in that we will spend much of the next several decades cleaning up the global calamities he has unleashed.

Trump is a playpen sociopath who doesn't care about the problems he is causing in the lives of several billion people. Psychiatric specialists will be writing about him for centuries. And they probably won't have a lot of good things to say about those who knew better but enabled him.

At the very least, we have the right to ramp up our mockery.

I am being irresponsible that I decided to get the four of them. Still waiting for Green and Blue, right now, Red is plotting murder way quicker than how Vio took his time to double cross the team and Shadow.

THE BABY!! (Also fictional ear theory!)

Blakenall Heath, Walsall, West Midlands

“When I aired my thoughts about public housing to a British architect—to whom, in my heart, I ascribed some of the collective blame for the calamitous situation—he at once shot back, "Yes, but do sties make pigs, or do pigs make sties?"

A profound question, perhaps the profoundest that can be asked. After all, you can lead a mugger to a victim, but you can't make him rob.

In the midst of one particularly grim housing project to which I once was called—a single mother was threatening to immolate her infant—stood an apartment block conspicuously less disgusting than the rest. It was inhabited entirely by old-age pensioners: either they no longer had the energy for vandalism, or they had not the inclination for it. If the Parker Morris standards were not a sufficient condition of decent living, neither were they a sufficient condition of its opposite.

What really made the difference, I concluded, was the policy by which public housing, of which there was a limited supply despite the building boom of three decades, was allocated. In conditions of shortage, justice demanded that such housing as existed should be allocated according to need: and what greater proof of need could there be than social pathology?

An unemployed single woman with three children by three fathers, none of whom supported his offspring in any way, could be said to be in greater need than a fully employed married couple with one child, who might reasonably be expected to look after themselves. Mirabile dictu, there was soon more than enough social pathology to fill the space available for it. Indeed, a kind of arms race in social pathology developed: my violence towards others outguns your attempts to kill yourself.

The results of this policy have been truly bizarre. Because public housing is subsidized, many desire it. Traditionally, city councils as landlords have been reluctant to evict their tenants, no matter what their behavior is or if they fail to pay their rent, in part to draw attention to the ideological difference between the public and the private sectors, to the gain of the former. Unlike the hard-hearted, exploitative private landlord struggling for private advantage, the city council landlord benevolently provides a social service. Thus a public housing tenancy is to psychopaths what tenure is to academics: no better invitation to irresponsibility could possibly be imagined.

Oddly enough, this encouragement of what was hitherto considered anti-social behavior was given in the name of a supposedly tolerant refusal to make moral judgments. But since those who put themselves in a position of need by their own behavior were favored over those who failed to do so, an implicit judgment was in fact made: a judgment whose perversity is evident from the requests I receive from my patients for letters to the housing authorities to strengthen their case for receiving the tenancy of an apartment.

In these missives, my patients tell me, I should emphasize their alcoholism or drug addiction, their bad temper and tendency to assault those around them—the consequence, plainly, of a lack of proper accommodation. I should mention their repeated overdoses, the fact that they resort to tranquilizers obtained illegally, that they have had several abortions and are now pregnant for the fifth time, that they have had three violent and drunken boyfriends in succession, that they gamble their money uncontrollably (or uncontrolledly). In not a single case has anyone ever asked me to write that he is a decent, hard-working, honorable citizen who would make a good tenant. That would send him straight to the bottom of the waiting list.

Indeed, the perverse criteria by which public housing has been allocated during the past two or three decades has reinforced the inexorable rise in the proportion of the young adult population living alone, a tendency that many powerful currents in our culture have encouraged. In the Thatcher years, the number of nonelderly adults living alone or as single parents doubled in absolute terms and almost as a proportion of total households as well. Hardly a day passes when I do not meet an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old without a job, without financial resources, without skills or training, without family support, without mental accomplishments, who has been given an apartment at public expense. Housing is a right, and the government therefore has a duty to provide it. The possibility that it will do so if only one behaves badly or impulsively enough acts as an irritant in domestic relations: for if a move elsewhere is a real possibility, you can afford to let a minor disagreement escalate into an irreparable breakdown.

oh yes the cat that was living in my house for the past year went missing that's just life

NO YOU NEGLECTED IT and now it's probably dead in the streets somewhere and you don't even CARE

cats that have access to the streets die within 4 years mostly while cats that don't, live up to 20 years so yes if you let your cats free roam you ARE responsible if they die because of it

keep your cats indoor

take care of your little ones, they have the brains of two-year olds and there are so many dangers outside

don't let your cats be poisoned or run over because you don't want to disrupt their curiosity about the outsides

they can be happy AND safe while inside

do your proper research

so unless you live in a rural or very cat receptive area