Date a witch who loves video games. Date a witch who puts their console in the middle of a circle surrounded by crystals and herbs just so they can beat the boss level.
Every single person deserves shelter, food, water, and healthcare.
And it should be provided for free?
Then how will the builders live? How will the farmers live? How will the plumbers live? How will the doctors live?
Labor provided for “free” implies the forced servitude of a person. Which is slavery.
Builders, farmers, plumbers, and doctors will live just fine with free shelter, food, water, and healthcare. Every human deserves the right to life, withholding the essentials to living is inhumane.
What’s their incentive to do their jobs?
What if you ask them and they say, “No, I don’t feel like it.”
Have you never done anything out of good will? Would you not help people who need charity? Even if you can’t escape the illusion of capitalism, can’t you possibly picture these things being given through taxes?
“Incentive” to what? Help humans live? Who in turn help you live? Is helping people that help you not incentive enough? Or will you paint your personal greed as human nature as capitalists always do?
I’m going into education and have donated over 3 gallons of blood to the Red Cross, I believe in doing the right thing and helping people (through my money, time, or otherwise). I just take issue when folks turn “Should” into “Must.”
We should be chill and cool and help one another, but when you make it a must, folks get rounded up “For the Good of Society.”
People die because they don’t have shelter. In the USA alone there are more empty houses than homeless people. People die because they don’t have food. Between money troubles and the constant cuts the government gives to programs towards providing food, we jail priests and well being organizations that – out of the kindness of their hearts – feed the poor and hungry. People die for not having water. Companies have monopolized the literal supply of a piece of life essentiality. These companies have created droughts, have ruined lives, and literally kill people. People die without healthcare. I don’t think I need any expansion there.
You claim when people make it a must, folks get “rounded up.” But, people must pay for shelter, a life saving essential. People must pay for food and water, both life essentials. People must pay for healthcare, a life saving essential. You’re so scared of someone telling you that you must, when people like me already are told “must” and we can’t…..and inevitably die.
One should not have to pay to be alive. The ability to live is an essential human right. Any argument to the otherwise is greed.
date the warm voice you heard in the middle of nowhere on that roadtrip you took a few summers ago; beckoning and bubbly, sweet like honey. it has nothing but love and good intentions for you, but it is too shy not to hide away in the trees along the road.
If a ghost can open cupboards and break things, why not just take a pencil, find paper, write exactly why it’s unhappy, and tape the message on the fridge.
It just became second nature to close all the cupboards first thing in the morning (even though they’d been closed the night before). Which was when things escalated from banging cupboard doors to actually breaking things.
Faucets, door handles, curtain rods ripped from the wall… all the repairs started to add up.
“Look, I didn’t mind having an ethereal roommate, but I can’t afford to keep fixing all this shit. Here’s a pencil and some paper. Just write what’s bothering you–I doubt you could put anything that would be more expensive than having a plumber come out to replace all the faucets again.”
The next morning there’s a scrawl line at the top of the page that devolved into an angry scribbling mess that tore through the page. Two cupboard doors were entirely ripped off.
“I don’t want to get someone in to banish you, but this is ridiculous. Just tell me what you want.”
The second piece of paper is ripped into shreds and several knives are embedded in the wall.
A careful examination of the paper scraps show that it had the same scribbles as the first piece.
A quick trip to the library and a stop at a store later, there are kindergarten workbooks on learning to write spread across the counter.
“Look, I don’t know if you’re just being difficult, but I hope not. So I got an audiobook on learning to read and write, and here are some workbooks for kids–don’t get mad–to teach them their letters. Just press play on the stereo, and work through the books at your own pace. I’ll get more when you finish.”
The first workbook is half-completed before being ripped to pieces, but at least there was no other damage. Replacing it is significantly cheaper than replacing cupboard doors.
It takes awhile, but eventually the workbooks progress to a fifth grade level. These ones are starting to be more costly (they’re bigger, for one thing), but it’s not even the money anymore. Little notes scrawled in a shaky hand appear on the steamy bathroom mirror
Have A gooD dy
Or written in ketchup on the counter (that was a frightening sight the first time)
You R out of MLK
And then one day there’s a message taped to the fridge. The spelling and penmanship isn’t the best, but it’s legible and even signed.
Dear Occupente,
I have haunted this spot for ovr threehunerhudre 300 years. My bones are dust and I am fergotN. I do not have wants to trap me. I am here 4 ever.
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