Posted on 03/29/2011 8:57:23 PM PDT by Christus_Rex
Yes, tax the Super Rich. Tax them now. Before the other 99% rise up, trigger a new American Revolution, a meltdown and the Great Depression 2.
We know the Super Rich don’t care. Not about you. Nor the American public. They can’t see. Can’t hear. Stay trapped in their Forbes-400 bubble. An echo chamber that isolates them. They see the public as faceless workers, customers, taxpayers. See GOP power on the ascent. Reaganomics is back. Unions on the run. Clueless masses are easily manipulated.
Even Obama is secretly working with the GOP, will never touch his Super Rich donors. Yes, the Super-Rich Delusion is that powerful, infecting all America.
Here’s how one savvy insider who knows described this Super-Rich Delusion: “The top 1% live privileged lives, aren’t worried about much. Families vacation at the best resorts. Their big concerns are finding the best Pilates teacher, best masseuse, best surgeons, best private schools. They aren’t concerned with the underlying deterioration of America or the world, except in the abstract, because they aren’t directly affected by it. That’s not to say they aren’t sympathetic, aware, or don’t talk about the issues you bring up. They are largely concerned with protecting and enhancing their socio-economic positions, ensuring their families live well. And nothing you write about will change things.”
(Excerpt) Read more at marketwatch.com ...
I know.
And the mechanical bits would take up twice the space.
One of the reasons I like the notion of colonizing the atmosphere of Venus, (Come on, admit it. When you live in a floating castle, the notion doesn't seem that strange.), is that additional room can be woven out of the air.
That's right. All the necessary ingredients are just floating around. You'll need a little chemical mastery, but hey, it took rocket science to get you there in the first place, right?
So in your spare time, you knit yourself a spare room.
By the look of it, the mechanical parts require a bit less than the smallest diameter of the disc, so it would simply be a matter of having vertical distance below the floor, and overhead. There would, of course, be the niggling detail of having a roof over it, whether small or large. Getting a roof to do what that tabletop does would be SO trick, but would likely quadruple the cost of the project. Walls would, I think, be comparatively simple arrangement of overlapping sliding segments that separate to reveal additional interior and exterior panels as the room expands. Operation would be similar to how a typical sliding van door works.
You’ve just got it all sewn up, haven’t you?
Maybe this kid can help us with parts:
http://blog.makezine.com/archive/2011/04/new-in-the-maker-shed-makerbot-thing-o-matic-3d-printer-kit.html
"I've got just one word to say to you, son. 'Plastics'. "
LOL, you two have me in stitches.
You see, all you have to do is wrap up your carbon fiber two-by-fours, to protect them from "weathering", and make a space frame with them. Fill the framework with the pillows described in the link, and fill the pillows with nitrogen.
Make them in the right dimensions, and they will be able to float in Venus' atmosphere.
Then you assemble whatever shape you want, seal it up, and fill it with more nitrogen, a little oxygen, and some ballast, (furniture and garden plants).
Presto! Spare room.
HALP!!!
I’M BEING UNDERWHELMED BY LIFE!!!!
Put your cup under mine.
Would that you were here that my chin could rest on your shoulder...
Thanks, NnB...going to bed now...
G’night, ‘Face!
Morning is here. I wasn’t sure I wanted to even get up this morning, but I’m here. There are so many locks and firewalls on this computer now I can’t send any email from my hotmail account, I can’t access my bank account online and I have no games to play. None were installed. *sigh* I suppose I should be grateful...it didn’t cost me anything. But the frustration is big time.
He’ll be here today for the computer class, so I’ll take this to him and see what he can do with it.
My right leg was really bothering me during the night. I thought it would be my left knee, but the right leg is the one I injured when I moved in here.
I need to go buy some good walking shoes. But not today. And it’s going to be cold, rainy and windy the rest of the week, so maybe Saturday I’ll head for the shoe store. The Walmart here doesn’t have much in the way of shoes.
It is morning. We had a wind-and-rain storm last night. We’d closed all the windows except a couple in the bedroom before we went to bed, and at exactly 2:22 a.m. there was a shriek of wind, a crash, and pounding rain. We both jumped up and shut the windows, but it was too late: Frank woke up.
A section of the Carters’ fence blew over.
I hate storms like that. Actually, I hate being startled out of my sleep for any reason.
I could live in an underground house.
I couldn’t. I’m claustrophobic.
There is that claustrophobic thing...yah. Like that.
I never realized how much it bothered me until just recently.
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