What if I was so convinced I was right that I started a ‘Rational Thyroid Treatment Corporation’? (Just teasing now, sorry)
And actually there wouldn’t be any point, since the bloody stuff is cheap as chips. I think that might be the problem. There’s never been anyone to fight its corner for it.
Which is verging on conspiracy theory. Except that there’s no conspiracy, just perverse incentives.
Which is what we say when we want to say ‘conspiracy theory’.
I used to know some Socialist Workers. And one of them used to refer to people as ‘lumpen’. One day I asked her if that was what Socialist Workers said when they meant ‘common’, and she went red and said ‘yes’ in a very small voice.
Which increased my respect for her a lot. Unfortunately she ruined it all about a month later when at the end of an argument about the correct method of determining wage levels for firemen she completely lost it with the immortal words ‘Under Socialism there WOULDN’T BE FIRES’.
Nigerians! How could RTTC afford Nigerians? I paid Tammy Lowe £50 for what appears to be a three year supply of magic thyroid panacea, including several hours of her time and mine. And if I did start making my own and then spend the money to promote it properly, I’d just get undercut. There is no honour in a perfectly competitive market.
I used to know some Socialist Workers. And one of them used to refer to people as ‘lumpen’. One day I asked her if that was what Socialist Workers said when they meant ‘common’, and she went red and said ‘yes’ in a very small voice.
ROFL…
To quote Karl Marx on who constitutes lumpenproletariat:
Alongside decayed roués with dubious means of subsistence and of dubious origin, alongside ruined and adventurous offshoots of the bourgeoisie, were vagabonds, discharged soldiers, discharged jailbirds, escaped galley slaves, swindlers, mountebanks, lazzaroni, pickpockets, tricksters, gamblers, maquereaux [pimps], brothel keepers, porters, literati, organ grinders, ragpickers, knife grinders, tinkers, beggars—in short, the whole indefinite, disintegrated mass, thrown hither and thither, which the French call la bohème.
What if I was so convinced I was right that I started a ‘Rational Thyroid Treatment Corporation’? (Just teasing now, sorry)
And actually there wouldn’t be any point, since the bloody stuff is cheap as chips. I think that might be the problem. There’s never been anyone to fight its corner for it.
Which is verging on conspiracy theory. Except that there’s no conspiracy, just perverse incentives.
Which is what we say when we want to say ‘conspiracy theory’.
I used to know some Socialist Workers. And one of them used to refer to people as ‘lumpen’. One day I asked her if that was what Socialist Workers said when they meant ‘common’, and she went red and said ‘yes’ in a very small voice.
Which increased my respect for her a lot. Unfortunately she ruined it all about a month later when at the end of an argument about the correct method of determining wage levels for firemen she completely lost it with the immortal words ‘Under Socialism there WOULDN’T BE FIRES’.
If you would then hire Nigerians to promote it on LW, we would have a problem.
Nigerians! How could RTTC afford Nigerians? I paid Tammy Lowe £50 for what appears to be a three year supply of magic thyroid panacea, including several hours of her time and mine. And if I did start making my own and then spend the money to promote it properly, I’d just get undercut. There is no honour in a perfectly competitive market.
ROFL…
To quote Karl Marx on who constitutes lumpenproletariat: