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Excellent update on year 2 of this program:
Last May, we were very happy to report that the Millionaire Tax instituted in the state of Massachusetts was working out very well, not scaring off all of the rich people, and raising funds for necessary education and transportation initiatives. The state had raised $1.8 billion — $800 million more than they predicted — and none of the terrible things the naysayers had predicted happened at all. But how are things going a year later? Even better! The tax has now generated $3 billion more than expected, for a total of $5.7 billion that has been spent on projects that are positively benefiting Massachusetts residents and “being used to bridge repairs, bolster literacy programs and address the transportation system’s budget deficit.” In case you need a refresher, the tax is a 4 percent tax on anything people make over a million dollars.
Official Post of Massachusetts
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Big chomping mouthful of fucking soils
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british fantasy name: wicklebort smee
american fantasy name: aethiraimia “mia” windfeeler
chinese fantasy name: zhang youming (minimum two pages of in-text etymology about why they’re called this)
all three are orphans, but zhang youming was taken in by a mysterious sect, mia windfeeler grew up fending for herself on the streets, and wicklebort smee lives with his rather nice aunt over in derbyshire
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pausing mid thrust to open tumblr.com to delete the celibacy gif I reblogged 2 weeks ago
Why are they in Hell
because if you have sex you will die and go to hell
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I actually was looking for "sheets.google.com", but nice try.
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@l1zardl1ps I feel like I went on a whimsical adventure lol
This is a WarioWare boss stage and you can't convince me otherwise.
Source: tiktok.com
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When we were children, my sister had private music lessons at her violin teacher’s house. I only visited there once, but I still remember that afternoon. The teacher had an artificial pond in her yard, a large beautiful thing with lily pads and plant life. And in the pond, there were goldfish. I had never seen such enormous goldfish.
I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond.
Funny what lessons children remember. My sister doesn’t play the violin anymore, but that was the first time I caught a glimpse of the overwhelming extent to which it matters, the way the world treats us.
superyummysandwich
I think this might be the best post of yours I’ve ever read
insulting on behalf of the MANY clown husbandry posts i have gifted to you over the years
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Sometimes I think that I’m moderately intelligent and then I realize how frequently I’m deceived by things meant to fool wild animals
why leave half of the post in the tags this is amazing
being mildly nearsighted keeps me humble