In 1935, President Franklin Roosevelt created Social Security, an insurance contract between Americans and the federal government that pays out on certain life events. As a financial safety net, social security protects Americans from what Roosevelt called the “hazards and vicissitudes of life.” Roo...
    • ArtieShaw@fedia.io
      13·
      14 days ago

      True - and I think that drove a lot of his early popularity. His entire head is unfortunate and his name seems like a cruel joke. He embraced nerd things that are relative to my interests. Basic empathy and compassion kick in when you see something like that. From a first impression, he just seemed to have been dealt poor hand in life.

      Then he started talking. Damn.

        • ArtieShaw@fedia.io
          8·
          14 days ago

          Right? I think that gave him a reverse Uno card of some kind. Hmmm. That did seem to smooth over some things.

    • Xanthobilly@lemmy.world
      3·
      14 days ago

      My read is slightly different. Yes it’s been that way, but the working class is realizing it doesn’t work for them.

  • CharlesDarwin@lemmy.worldEnglish
    22·
    14 days ago

    Seriously, at what point is it ever enough? In theory, this guy could amass a trillion dollars if he were to compound what he already has.

    But after the first billion, how much more fucking money do you need?

    • dirthawker0@lemmy.world
      12·
      14 days ago

      I’m pretty sure after you collect more money than you know what to do with, the flunkies you pay to yes-man you and take care of your needs is not enough. You start needing power and being worshiped. You’ve convinced yourself you’re a genius so you ought to be in charge of the universe because you’re so damn brilliant. You have a vision for the world and use your vast amounts of money to position yourself to achieve it. It’s entirely onanistic; you don’t know or care how your vision will actually affect people and economics, because you’re so convinced your plan is perfect - if course it is, it’s yours, right?