Nothing like an island full of kids wouldnt fix
That man & dog are proportionately sized like Atreyu & Falcor.
TL;DR That’s a disproportionately huge dog.
can almost guarantee you those billionaire sad faces are just for publicity. get em on those yachts and theyre laughing it up like madmen, which they are
I interpreted this (incorrectly I now assume) to mean if you pay attention to billionares ruining the world instead of playing with a dog with a stick, you will be unhappy. Which, yes, this is true, but perhaps not the most important metric.
It does seem like an easy tax in any EU country should be on private jet use into their country. They can do first class with real people if they want to complain
This,
It is the joke at the end of all the human suffering and destruction of the planet.
It is done so a few people can live like gods.
And they are fucking miserable.
… all because they don’t have sticks?
Fucking idiots.
They can buy billions of sticks, but they’d be useless, because they didn’t get them the right way. I myself would not appreciate a stick that I bought regardless of how much money it cost.
Once you understand this, you can also find rocks and seashells worth more than trillions of money.
So you can argue about the quality and/or sentimental value of ownership of sticks, but that’s also not the point.
It’s your own appreciation of the stick that makes it valuable. You can not get that, unless you just get it.
Can’t buy it, can’t sell it, can’t even give it away, but it exists and you get it. It is real.
I have a lot of shit. I also have a piece of cardboard shaped like a fish that I appreciate. On my deathbed I will not ask to touch my latest car or the cobber stringed guitars. I’ll ask for the cardboard that I value the most, because it was gifted to me. And that’s just sentimental value.
A good stick is even beyond that. My appreciation of a good stick is such that I cannot even claim to own it. It’s not sentimental value or ownership or history or quality. A proper good stick is one that you want to pass on.
I have a bunch of them, so theoretically I’m the richest man alive. At least currently, because like I just said, they don’t really belong to me. I have to give them away to realize the value of the asset. Just like stocks and money.
Not always miserable! They’re very happy while they’re fucking young children!
For the dog happiness comes from within.
For the billionaire happiness comes from making certain amounts of money.
Be the dog.
Dude the happiness comes from the stick. Duh.
The dog just knows how to wield it.
It actually comes from the things they do to children.
Don’t blame me. I voted for dog.
She was a good girl. Some say the bestest girl.
One jet and 12 yachts is totally out of balance. Cut one side of the stick off and the dog will be grumpy, too.
Now he’s got two sticks!
But if you cut yachts, you won’t get more yachts.
And I got to do yard work with the human! I hope we get to do yard work tomorrow!
Not true! Now my dog has two sticks she is quite happy bcz she’s a small dog and now it’s easier to carry around.
Oooh new and different stick! Yay!
I don’t get how they’re so bitter and hateful. Happiness is some chemicals in the brain and money can definitely buy all of those.
They have the money and leverage to get whatever medications they want and hire a team of doctors to monitor them and keep them safe while abusing them to be the happiest people ever.
And they’re buying a 12th yacht and another castle instead? Lame.
yes i think it belongs in the same category as hoarders. the moment you go over the means you need to survive/accumulsting more than you can use in a lifetime it should be considered a mental illness and should be treated as such.
tax the rich btw
Harlan Ellison had a story about success in Hollywood.
Imagine you’re told that there’s a perfect rosebush growing on top of a mountain. You’re told that the smell of the flowers is the greatest thing you can possibly imagine and you;d be a fool not to try and scale the mountain.
The mountain is shit. Dog shit, monkey shit, human shit, gorilla shit, and every other kind of shit. A few thousand tons of other garbage, but mostly shit.
You climb and climb and climb. Days turn into weeks, weeks become years.
You finally reach the rose bush. It’s as beautiful as they claimed. But you lost your sense of smell.
really good proverb. hits perfect.
what is really sad is how much is in life that are just as beautiful and easier to attain but you see these people who will just obsess about that rosebush
I think what we call happiness is comprised of more than what drugs can stimulate.
Life satisfaction, purpose, reciprocated love and connection, etc. - these are all things that are more cerebral than what even the best chemical cocktail can offer.
Then build better drugs.
It’s a nice sentiment, but in the end those things all boil down to chemicals in the brain.
I’m not saying that administering a constantly rotating chemical buffet is the ideal way to experience life or happiness. But if you have hundreds of billions of dollars it certainly seems like it would be a better alternative than being a miserable prick.
Oh, for sure. For a lot of these guys, being sedated might be the better than their current state.
My point is just that even the best meds out there can’t make you feel like your dad is proud of you, or that you have a loving family, or that your day to day work is meaningful to people. It’s beyond the scope of modern psychiatric medicine, even though all of our mental existence is chemical.
Which is why it would be fantastic to be able to fund neuroscience research. I wouldn’t say no to a discovery of the chemical that causes a strong feeling of “My dad is very proud of me even though I became a computer nerd instead of a car guy.”
He’s in his 70s so I was a bit too early for the stage where parents supported it as a money making career. I was just the goofy nerd with the taped together glasses living like a hermit playing midi files of songs I liked. There wasn’t a lot of that proud parents feeling. :)
It would be the best selling drug on the market instantly, lol. I bet even dads of that gen felt similarly with their dads.
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Meata, lol
Happiness is some chemicals in the brain and money can definitely buy all of those.
Eh, that’s a maybe, if you’re rich. Not saying medication can’t be useful, but the sane reaction to an insane world is also hard to deny.
If you’re rich enough to have your own pharmacists and neuroscience research division along with doctors to monitor your health? Very definitely. You could set up a crop rotation of chemicals to keep you all sorts of happy without worries of major addiction to or mounting tolerance of any individual chemical, all while more are devised and tested.
It’d be some mighty blissy bliss. Tough to find much to complain about livin like that.
Drops Kong toy filled with peanut butter smothered dog treats and carrots in front of dog with stick…
I tried a Kong toy with my dog & he was not impressed. “WTF is this nonsense? Just give me the treats!” To be fair, he wasn’t into sticks either.
My parents had a large Catahoula mix who figured out how to step on the Kong toy and squish the treats out…
I think your dog is
detectivedefective. You might take it back for repairs. Could be a faulty dewhicky.As the old saying goes: ‘That dog won’t hunt’.
Not saying your dog is broken or useless, but rather their personality isn’t aligned for hunting, sticks or kong toys. And there’s nothing wrong with that!
Oh he would hunt! He was a rescue greyhound, chasing rabbits was his thing. Sticks? No thank you. “Get it yourself, you threw it!”
It’s wild how much my dogs like carrots.
No. Have you tasted a carrot? Dog is right on this one.
It’s more that they prefer it over other things that I would have suspected dogs would like more.
I’d like a nice stick too.
