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And billionaires. 13 and counting.
It is, I just finished reading it twice, first in the original black and white and the new edition in color.
It's clearly very early Tim Sale but there are some brilliant pages in there.
The story warns in 1991 what 1999 could be like, and it's just as relevant in 2025.
"Economic ruthlessness is a respected American business tradition, but it's wasteful and based on the assumption that we will always find more resources to plunder: More land, more oil, more young people to drive by flight or fight pressure tactics in maximum short-term productivity. Burn all you want, we'll make more...
The problem with that assumption is that it breaks down. One man, one machine, one bank, one economy, one planet at a time.
Because when one of us is so diminished, we all are."
Why ruin it with real footage of Kim Jong Un?
As usual, Trump claims credit for something he had nothing to do with:
Machined badge reading "Built Not Bought".
My dad used to put them on the cars he built.
Fishdom 0.0000004 :)
They just need little numbers over their heads.
A sense of humor.
Collecting books for show was such a thing it was used as a literary device in the Great Gatsby.
See back then, books were mass produced via multiple stitched together folded booklets, much as they are now, but they didn't have the cutting technology to trim the edges.
So readers would have their own "book knife" or "paper knife" and cut the folded pages apart to be able to read them (resulting in a "deckled edge" which is now simulated these days in some printings.)
So when Gatsby's library is carefully inspected:
"A stout, middle-aged man, with enormous owl-eyed spectacles, was sitting somewhat drunk on the edge of a great table, staring with unsteady concentration at the shelves of books. As we entered he wheeled excitedly around and examined Jordan from head to foot.
"What do you think?" he demanded impetuously.
"About what?'
He waved his hand toward the book-shelves.
"About that. As a matter of fact you needn't bother to ascertain. I ascertained. They're real.
"The books?"
He nodded.
"Absolutely real - have pages and everything. I thought they'd be a nice durable cardboard. Matter of face, they're absolutely real. Pages and - Here! Lemme show you."
Taking our scepticism for granted, he rushed to the book-cases and returned with Volume One of the Stoddard Lectures.
"See!" he cried triumphantly. "It's a bona-fide piece of printed matter. It fooled me. This fella's a regular Belasco. It's a triumph. What thoroughness! What realism! Knew when to stop, too - didn't cut the pages. But what do you want? What do you expect?"
He snatched the book from me and replaced it hastily on its shelf, muttering that if one brick was removed the whole library was liable to collapse."
Card is also a giant piece of shit in other ways, which is unfortunate because he is a good writer and his essays on the methodology of writing are excellent.
This is way worse than the J.K. Rowling turned TERF bit. These are actual crimes committed against women.
I legit really enjoyed many of his works, Good Omens, written with Terry Pratchett, is an all time classic, and I used to be proud of the fact that I actually met the man, as did one of my oldest friends as well as my brother in law.
Now it's all like "What the fuck?"
Yup!