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When Charlie Kirk died, I had genuine childlike joy.
When Tim Cain died, I at least got a sensible chuckle from it.
When I read that Scott Adams died, I just switched back to this tab to continue reading it instead before coming back to the thread two hours later to post this comment: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Costermonger
Didn’t even watch the video or search to see if there’s some news article about it. Victorian fruit vendors are so much more interesting. Look at this shit:
They became known for their melodic sales patter, poems, and chants, which they used to attract attention. Both the sound and appearance of costermongers contributed to a distinctive street life that characterised London, Paris, and other large European cities, especially in the 18th and 19th centuries. Their loud sing-song cries became part of the fabric of street life in large cities in Britain and Europe. Costermongers exhibited their membership in the coster community through dress, especially the large neckerchief, known as a kingsman. Their hostility to police was legendary. Their distinctive culture and appearance led to considerable appeal as subject-matter for artists, dramatists, comedians, writers and musicians. The cheeky costermonger was a stock character in Victorian music hall shows.
Street vendors have zero cultural presence in the modern west. I can’t associate them with anything apart from street food and pirated movies. No persona, no ideological identity, they’re just Maria the taco truck owner selling the taco itself. Street life must have been so much more vibrant back then.
edit: Even in other countries with more street vendors. Only Japan kind of comes close to something like that, but most of the Japanese street vendors I saw didn’t dress in the stereotypical way unless it was during a festival.
Even better, I already forgot his name. Weirdly enough I only ever saw it once in person, as a bumper sticker on the back of a heavily damaged 1990s minivan owned by a grocery store worker in Cheyenne, Wyoming. I always wondered why they were a Herman Cain guy. No other right wing bumper stickers on it, just a Herman Cain presidential campaign one.
I just assume anyone named after a biblical brother-murderer is going to be a bad guy unless they’re Michael Caine, and even then I only assume he’s wholesome because he has a cartoon accent.
I love to get all of my groceries from the windowless panopticon where the entire layout is meant to trick my brain into wanting the things that would be rare to a hunter-gatherer.
I could get them from the poet or musician who runs their own business, but instead I get them from the minimum wage workers who can’t afford to shop there under the watchful eye of some Kyle Rittenhouse dipshit.
I could have streets full of independent merchants singing their artisan wares, but I get billboards and spam emails designed by psychologists to prey on my insecurities that transfer all of the money I spend out of the local economy.
You’ve said it so poetically. I don’t want to start some long discussion but there is a difference between lower forms of life like worms and higher forms of life like cows and humans in that we higher forms have free time. We play. We imagine and romp. Some of us like humans go even higher! We use our free brain time to think up languages! Music! Space-based telescopes and vaccines! It’s really cool. And capitalism takes us and reduces us to a monad, a cog in a machine, and we’re back to the lower order. Now we do the thing until we die, like the worm turning the earth until they die on the job, conveniently in a hole.
When Charlie Kirk died, I had genuine childlike joy.
When Tim Cain died, I at least got a sensible chuckle from it.
When I read that Scott Adams died, I just switched back to this tab to continue reading it instead before coming back to the thread two hours later to post this comment: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Costermonger
Didn’t even watch the video or search to see if there’s some news article about it. Victorian fruit vendors are so much more interesting. Look at this shit:
Street vendors have zero cultural presence in the modern west. I can’t associate them with anything apart from street food and pirated movies. No persona, no ideological identity, they’re just Maria the taco truck owner selling the taco itself. Street life must have been so much more vibrant back then.
edit: Even in other countries with more street vendors. Only Japan kind of comes close to something like that, but most of the Japanese street vendors I saw didn’t dress in the stereotypical way unless it was during a festival.
You mean game dev Youtuber Tim Cain.
Even better, I already forgot his name. Weirdly enough I only ever saw it once in person, as a bumper sticker on the back of a heavily damaged 1990s minivan owned by a grocery store worker in Cheyenne, Wyoming. I always wondered why they were a Herman Cain guy. No other right wing bumper stickers on it, just a Herman Cain presidential campaign one.
In your defense, there’s also Dean Cain, the former Superman dude who became a maga chud who blabs about ICE and god
Too many of them
I just assume anyone named after a biblical brother-murderer is going to be a bad guy unless they’re Michael Caine, and even then I only assume he’s wholesome because he has a cartoon accent.
c/parenting name your sons “David”,
Goliath is winning
Michael Caine served in the Korean war, wants mandatory conscription, and less tax for the rich, he even describes himself as a Tory.
He is an asshole through and through
Well shit. The Law of Cain is scientifically proven.
What about kane from CNC? He seems ok
Falls under the Michael Caine exception where a different spelling gives you the benefit of the doubt until proven to be biblically-accurate.
capital always seeks to bleach out the color and joy of life because homogeneity is easier to manage and therefore more profitable
I love to get all of my groceries from the windowless panopticon where the entire layout is meant to trick my brain into wanting the things that would be rare to a hunter-gatherer.
I could get them from the poet or musician who runs their own business, but instead I get them from the minimum wage workers who can’t afford to shop there under the watchful eye of some Kyle Rittenhouse dipshit.
I could have streets full of independent merchants singing their artisan wares, but I get billboards and spam emails designed by psychologists to prey on my insecurities that transfer all of the money I spend out of the local economy.
You’ve said it so poetically. I don’t want to start some long discussion but there is a difference between lower forms of life like worms and higher forms of life like cows and humans in that we higher forms have free time. We play. We imagine and romp. Some of us like humans go even higher! We use our free brain time to think up languages! Music! Space-based telescopes and vaccines! It’s really cool. And capitalism takes us and reduces us to a monad, a cog in a machine, and we’re back to the lower order. Now we do the thing until we die, like the worm turning the earth until they die on the job, conveniently in a hole.
Shit sucks