bizarroland

https://truthout.org/articles/real-estate-software-aided-price-fixing-cartel-among-us-property-companies/

Yeah, apparently, when they are using this real page software, they are able to figure out how much they can charge for an apartment and how many apartments they can leave vacant before dropping their prices, and as long as the software says they'll make more money doing something one way, then that's what they're going to do.

Are you participating in the same thread that I am?

I literally said that landlords are using software to set the prices with software in collaboration with other landlords.

I also said there are lawsuits open about this action.

I was then told not to be a devil's advocate, and my response was, I am not advocating for anything.

Now you say that I am making excuses?

What logic train are you guys all on?

Because I am not on the same logic train as you.

Ihave not supported anything, or advocated for anything, or excused anything and yet you seem to have convinced yourself that I have, and I don't know where it's coming from.

Like if I'm fucking up fine, you know, downvote me. If I'm saying something that's controversial, fine, downvote me. But nothing I have said should be considered a fuck-up or controversial. So I don't know why people are against me saying it.

I'm literally not advocating for anything. I'm sharing knowledge and allowing others to come to their own conclusions.

I'm not in support of this practice, I'm just sharing the info.

Don't shoot the messenger my dude

Sorry, that's actually already factored into the cost of the rent.

The real reason why so many properties are vacant is that even though landlords know they could fill the vacant apartments by lowering the rent, there are companies that make money by telling landlords how much to set the rent for, even if they keep the apartments vacant. showing that they will make more money with less overhead by doing so, so that the decrease in hassle will justify the decrease in profit.

There are a couple of various lawsuits and actions that are going on about these companies right now, and we have yet to see how it's going to play out. But, the cat is out of the bag, the genie is out of the bottle, the likelihood of rents returning back to something that people can afford with minimum wage income any time soon is pretty low.

I feel like even if Willie Nelson and Snoop Dogg worked together on it, they would have a tough time going through 50 pounds of weed in a couple months.

Like even if they're crazy and they each go through an ounce a day, that's a little less than a pound every two weeks, Which would mean that this is at least a two-year supply of weed for both Willie Nelson and Snoop Dogg at the same time.

I think if you watch Severance, he does a really good job of changing your perspective, because I had the same feeling going into Severance, and now I feel different.

Same for Brent Spiner as Data.

I'm pretty sure that if the tips work out to be less than the minimum wage that the proprietor of the establishment has to back pay them, the problem is enforcing that, because many servers do not report their wages or do not report a portion of their wages in order to avoid having to pay taxes on those wages, And as a former tipped employee myself, I have been indirectly told that if my tips do not bring my wages above minimum wage, that I would no longer have a job, because that would be indicative of my poor performance, rather than some sort of issue with the company itself.

So whenever possible, friends, tip in cash so that Uncle Sam doesn't get to dip his dirty little fingers inside of the employee's pockets that's making $2.13 an hour.

I can see that my reply was not taken very well, but I still stand behind it, even if it's offensive to people, because I was raised by a parent that bought me toys in order to keep me occupied to prevent themselves from having to put any effort in to raising me

I carry a bit of a grudge about that, and that's why my response was offensively toned, Because I know that if it happened to me, then it's going to happen to other people.

If you were a better parent than my parents were, then my rant doesn't apply to you, and good for you, and I'm happy that your children have such a good parent to raise them.

I have incredibly wild and vivid dreams, a handful of times a year.

My most recent one is one that has repeated a handful of times. I am in Portland for some reason and there is a restaurant with a large gravel lot.

I park and I walk up to the restaurant to order a hot dog and Colin Melloy from the Decemberists shows up. His hair is about shoulder length, he's wearing cut off blue jean shorts and a plaid shirt. And he puts on an open air concert out in the gravel lot for free for everyone who just happens to be stopping by this particular hot dog stand.

He played songs from the Crane Wife album, which was pretty cool.

I've had other dreams where I've led choirs of priests and nuns on a musical rampage throughout New York City, singing a song I've never heard before and have not heard since as like this massive musical number.

I've had dreams where I Fight evil villains on spaceships with laser swords only to find out that the villain was my cousin.

I've had dreams where it's the 80s and I am a white guy that wears white suits and sunglasses and I'm rich and I drive a red sports car that's a convertible and I have a lot of money and that dream. I told myself, oh yeah, I've got to make that big purchase in the morning. I better put $50,000 under my bed so it'll be there when I wake up. And then I woke up in the real world and immediately looked under my bed to realize that it was a dream and I've never been more upset to wake up in my life.

I've had dreams where I'm in a dark room being assaulted by demons, being told all the horrible things that there are about me, and I'm trapped to a chair, and like I'm praying to get out of this situation, and the demon laughs at me, and he flicks his finger, and while I'm stuck to the chair, it lifts up onto one leg and starts spinning around and around faster and faster and faster, trying to get my hands to unclass from prayer as the demon laughs in the darkness.

And I've had a recurring dream throughout most of my life, well two recurring dreams throughout most of my life, one of which is where I'm standing in an infinitely large black room on a small little pedestal, and there is a glowing, blue, thin strand of string that serves as a tightrope between here and the end of infinity, and i become aware that I am supposed to walk this tightrope.

Somewhere out beyond the darkness are a tribunal of judges who are watching me and watching my performance, as I take one step onto the string, and then I take the second step, and I realize I have to balance, and I immediately fall, and as I'm falling and I'm plummeting through infinite darkness, I hit the ground, and in real life I wake up, and my entire body convulses and bounces on the bed.

The other one that I have is there is a town, and the town has rolling green fields and sunflowers and wooden fences and white houses and paved roads intersecting through it that wind back and forth and I am driving in an old beat up blue Ford truck with the wooden slats on the truck bed. And, as I drive through the town people stop and wave at me and I wave at them because I am making a delivery and they know me and I know them and I get to drive back and forth in this beautiful, serene, peaceful, perfect town full of happiness.

I tip because I earn enough money to tip. We should all aim to be a little bit more like Robin Hood and a little bit less like Prince John. You know what I'm saying?

Take the wealth from the rich motherfuckers and give it to the poor bastards that the rich motherfuckers are getting rich off of.