Meanwhile, jobs: the likes of George Osborne (mentioned above), the UK’s Chancellor of the Exchequer, don’t have “jobs”. Osborne is a multi-millionaire trust-fund kid, a graduate of Eton College and Oxford, heir to a Baronetcy, and in his entire career spent a few working weeks in McJobs between university and full-time employment in politics. I’m fairly sure that George Osborne has no fucking idea what “work” means to most people, because it’s glaringly obvious that he’s got exactly where he wanted to be: right to the top of his nation’s political culture, at an early enough age to make the most of it. Like me, he has the privilege of a job that passes test (a): it’s good for him. Unlike me … well, when SF writers get it wrong, they don’t cause human misery and suffering on an epic scale; people don’t starve to death or kill themselves if I emit a novel that isn’t very good.
Apparently Latvian [potato] jokes are a thing.
Here is another:
Three Latvian are brag about sons. “My son is soldier. He have as many women as want,” say first Latvian. “Zo?” second say, “My son is farmer. He have all potato he want!” Third Latvian wait long time, then say, “My son is die at birth. For him, struggle is over.” “Wow! You are win us,” say others. But all are feel sad.
-Please open door. Is very cold.
It’s free real estate.