Not as much as the rest of us will be cheering his. Around these parts, there will be fucking in the streets on that joyous day.

Or, and hear me out, we could tax the billionaires.

I’ve never understood what issue most guys have with menstruation. I presume it to be some sort of irrational inculcated aversion. Personally, I enjoy the consequence-free opportunity to come in my lady of choice. And, usually, so does she.

Why, thank you. That’s most gracious of you.

Well, good for them. I’m not Australian, get to vote for Australian lawmakers or host websites in Australia.

Is Australia going to pay every single website admin for the burden of implementing this wonderful magical logic to detect a given source IP(v4) belongs to a VPN provider? What about IPv6?

If I host a simple static website on a static webhost in Denmark say, and provide some otherwise perfectly legal OS ISO’s for download, how would I implement any logic at all? Why the fuck should I be subject to Australian laws?

The cookie acceptance of the GPDR was already bad enough and ruined so much of the Internet with no appreciative improvement of the privacy of visitors. If every Tom, Dick and Harry are going to place spurious demands on every website, it’ll do nothing except raise enormous barriers to entry and ensure that only huge players with the capacity to comply with demands from legislators all over the world will even be able to “legally” run websites at all. And then we can’t have an Internet or FOSS for that matter.

Maybe legislators should stop writing half-baked laws the consequences of which they apparently cannot comprehend.

I don’t know how you do it, but personally I rarely engage in bloodsport in the middle of my masturbatory sessions. Mixing business and pleasure is notoriously bad form, old boy.

That may be the best way to deal with the potential legal liabilities introduced by this unmitigated abject idiocy.

Good thing everybody can still torrent whatever they want from where ever they want. Or use IPFS. Or IRC DCC. Or Usenet. Or just a VPN.

No, my mind just works in mysterious and occasionally unfortunate ways.

“I could write entire books on masturbatory techniques and their many intricacies, but I’d need my dominant hand for that, and it’s presently occupied.”

“…We’re having a conversation.”

“Oh, I don’t mind me. I don’t find it distracting at all.”

At least it’s a peaceful and inexpensive hobby.

I could be wrong, but I’m pretty sure that’s called a “job”.

You may have chosen the wrong one.

Hobbies: They’re great.

“Well, you see, it did. You just didn’t notice because its passing was overshadowed by the veritable tsunami of shit that replaced it. Take heart though! That too shall pa- Oh, look! Another one coming in!”

If you don’t enjoy human opposition to you being rude, mean and grossly inaccurate, you could always just go find the nearest LLM to obsequiously agree with everything you say and pat you on the back for your bad behavior.

What could possibly go wrong?

“Are you nuts kid? We don’t use wifi around here. I unsoldered the antennas of my router, just in case.”

Ah, a rubber duck debugging adherent. At least they paid good money for a professional.

“Welcome back, Elon. I think you’re going to like what we’ve cooked up for you: Your reconstructed brain has been placed in a medically advanced life-support enclosure to ensure you’ll live - or at least exist - forever. We thought about using Neuralink ™ for this next bit, but the tech sucked. Instead we’ve implanted your brain with bespoke electrodes hooked up to your grey matter to simultaneously induce inescapable pain and allow your Broca’s area to drive this vocal synthesizer via your motor cortex. We were thinking the dulcet tones of your endless suffering could be made pay-per-view. You won’t be alone of course. Look, your old buddy Zukerberg’s jar is right over there, between Besos and Altman. Maybe we can make a choir…”

Hiring implies employment and thus payment. Volunteering implies the opposite. Which is it?