A new study of Universal Basic Income trials concludes that making cash payments to all is no solution to poverty.
Hope they didn’t spend a lot on that study. Any parent with an adult child in their basement could’ve told them that for free.
A new study of Universal Basic Income trials concludes that making cash payments to all is no solution to poverty.
Hope they didn’t spend a lot on that study. Any parent with an adult child in their basement could’ve told them that for free.
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Gimme
Gimme
Gimme
I got love for you, Timmy
But you’ve got to make a living too . . .
Lord, you’re such a sweet thing
Quick enough to eat things
And that’s just what you’re gonna do.
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Kinda like Sanders
Kinda like lice
Kinda like “What do you do?”
Kinda sounds funny
Ooh, you love money
Cunning Sonny I love you.
Ba da
Ba da da da da
Ba da da da da
Ba da da da . . .
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— Ohio Primaries Express
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“U.B.I. — Travails to the beat of a different drum . . .”
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U.B.I. didn’t give you
Quite as much as it could have
And U.B.I. didn’t treat you
Quite as good as it should have
If it made you feel second best —
Unemployable — it was blind
‘Cause you were always on my dime
You were always on my dime . . .
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{twists radio dial}
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I’m sitting in my parents’ basement
No particular destination
Mmm-mm-mm
Games and porn on my night-stand
Cheetoes and guitar in hand
And PhotoShop is on demand
For a know-it-all and one-man band
Home-bound
I wish I was
Underground
Home, where my ‘rents are paying
Home, where my music’s playing
Home, where my love-life’s failing
Incel-ently, like me
Every day’s an endless stream
Of sybarites and YouTube queens
Mmm-mm-mm
And each blog looks the same to me
The movies and their backstory
And every stranger’s post I see
Reminds me that I’m twenty-three
Home-bound
I wish I was in
Homer’s town
Home, where my ‘rents are paying
Home, where my music’s playing
Home, where my love-life’s failing
Xi-centric, rent-free
Tonight I’ll ping my songs again
I’ll play the games and pretend
Mmm-mm-mm
But the outside world comes back to me
In shades of mediocrity
And emptiness, and finally
I need someone to come feed me
Home-bound
I wish I was
Fun to be around
Home, where my ‘rents are paying
Home, where my music’s playing
Home, where my love-life’s failing
Mentally — like me.
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