Even if it did nothing more than piss off fElon, it would be worth it (I say as an American).

This is why I’ve always maintained the distinction between conservatives and Republicans. Not all conservatives are Republicans, but all Republicans are toe the party line goose steppers. And there can be no compromise with fascists or white supremacists.

As my grandfather and first boss both would say when you asked them who they were voting for, “I’m a Republican. I vote for the nominee.” Doesn’t matter if it’s Reagan, Stalin, Hitler, or Karl Marx risen from the grave to destroy the spectre of capitalism once and for all, so long as they have an R beside their name, that’s all that matters.

There was somebody crazy enough to make an entire game in Blender, I don’t doubt that somebody has at least tried to make a soundtrack in Blender.

I refer to this as the Wind Waker effect.

Before Wind Waker was announced, Nintendo did a reel showing off the power of the GameCube that included a “realistic” (for the time) fight scene between Link and Ganondorf. So when they announced a new Zelda game, people were hyped for a gritty realistic Zelda, and when the first trailers appeared, people hated it.

For years after its release, Wind Waker’s art style was dragged on by people, but today, it’s remembered as one of the most iconic Zelda games from that time period and a major influence on the aesthetic of many Zelda games after it.

Today, its art style looks just as good as it did when the game first launched, while most other games from that time period - especially those that went for high fidelity and realistic graphics - look outdated.

A good art style is timeless and will always age better than trying to push the envelope on graphical fidelity or realism.

One thing to note, though, with the current situation in the US is that people are deciding against coming here for work in many of those sectors. From science and engineering to doctors and college professors, I’ve heard multiple people saying that their European colleagues have turned down jobs in the US.

Canada has been fighting a war on science almost as long as the US (I remember hearing about issues with the conservative government in Canada back during the 2000s), but this is a real time of opportunity to bring smart people in.

I actually based my comment on some stories that I’ve heard from vets dealing with the office of veterans’ affairs (I think that’s what it’s called), specifically an artist I followed on Tumblr years ago who had to have surgery on his hand and physical therapy related to an injury he got in the military and got turned down because the injury had become a chronic issue after he got out and therefore “wasn’t service related” despite it being directly caused by an injury he received while in the military. Kept him from being able to draw and really solidified my opinion on how the government takes care of its people. That, and the percentage of homeless people who are veterans/the percentage of veterans who end up homeless.

Except she’s a woman, so very likely to be sexually assaulted in the military (and that’s if she even gets in, DEI and all that), and vets get shafted as well. Her losing a leg to an IED will be ruled “not service related,” and she will be denied any funds related to care or issues resulting from said injury after she leaves the military.

Yep, the vaccine is recent enough that if you were born in the 90s or before, the vaccine wasn’t available when you were of the right age to get it. I didn’t even know we had a vaccine until probably 5 years ago.

I must confess that over the past few years I have been gravely disappointed with the white moderate. I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro’s great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen’s Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to ‘order’ than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice […]

-MLK Jr. in his Letter from a Birmingham Jail