IANAL, but if it’s true that a lawyer only needs to create Reasonable Doubt in the mind of a single jurist… I’m pretty sure I could do that. Of course, her lawyer will probably be a gig economy worker too, so they might just pepper spray her and plead guilty while she chokes. Badum. Tish.

(Marxist) But also, this woman, and all gig economy workers besides, is basically a sharecropper without land. I don’t specifically think that what Nat Turner did was right, but I do understand why it happened. Likewise, someone who probably lives in their car 75% of their life because that’s about all they can afford, forever, at the door of some comfortable warm secure home of a person who is participating in your exploitation just so they don’t have to go retrieve their own extreuded meat paste sandwich… well like I said, I don’t think what Nat Turner did was right either.(/Marxist)

More generally: Back in the 80s when everyone had a suburban home and nobody suffered, you still wondered if those teenagers in back of the McDonald’s were messing with your food… and they were. And those kids had a bright future, or so they believed. We didn’t appreciate what we had.

This is the LSCD (Late Stage Capitalism Doomer) version of a little extra sauce on your burger. Pillorying this prole won’t even actually make anyone feel better, and it sure as shit is not going to fix a motherfucking thing.

I made a lot of terrible choices in terms of friends. Not exclusively terrible ones, I have several high quality men that I still exchange emails with at least a few times per year, and we talk a lot about lunches and stuff that don’t happen… but they’re quality men, and we are still friends.

Along with them, two or three times as many dudes who I should’ve just left where I found em, and who eventually forced me to do so, usually by treating someone else rather than me like shit.

Some others that I know I should have tried harder to move acquaintance into the friendship category.