America, what the fuck this time? You gave this clown a go once, and it was a complete shit-fest. He's openly been telling you that he’s going to destroy your country and you re-elected him?
Let's just think about this for a moment. The guy is a senile fucktard who can't complete a coherent sentence. He's a serial sex offender. He's been convicted on multiple felonies and is awaiting sentencing. And still you elected him?
The only conclusion that can be drawn is that the majority of people who can be bothered voting are racist morons.
I had a work situation where my role globally was being removed. There were some redundancies in other regions, but I was lucky enough to be offered another role. It wasn't really something that floated my boat, so when an old colleague called and said they needed someone to run pre-sales engineering for a company expanding into the region I was excited to jump on board.
There were only four of us in Australia. Two I had worked with before, and we're good friends. I didn't know the other guy, but he was cool and we hit it off. Good start.
However, it wasn't to last. The executive quickly showed how clueless they were about the region, and how immature their sales and other processes were. Worse, they showed their true colours as completely racist shitbags.
Now, clueless you can deal with as long as they're willing to learn. Or at least leave you alone to do your thing. But alas, neither of those things were true.
Not only was there a total refusal to listen to advice, they became openly hostile. One by one we were all laid off. I actually survived the longest, making it to nine months before I was made redundant. That was actually a bit of a bummer because when a strange meeting with HR appeared in my calendar I armed myself with details of all the deals I'd helped close. I was ready for the fight and found myself caught a little off balance when they opened with "it's not performance related."
Even there the level of incompetence was amazing: I managed to extract some extra pay out of them because they forgot they needed to give me notice in writing. Muppets.
The moral of the story is don't stick around once you see the writing on the wall. Get the wheels in motion to get your exit happening. Don't make the mistake I did of sticking around.
But more that that, don't make the mistake of working for Cymulate, or any other company run by toxic arseholes.
As documented elsewhere, the origins of this site can be traced back to giving Sean a hard time about his movie choices.
But that was just a joke, a bit of banter between friends.
The actual doing of something, like registering the domain name, came a few weeks and half a bottle of bourbon later.
It's not like this is the first time, although it's one of the few that have actually gone anywhere. Is this somewhere? Hard to tell. But most of the other ones were arguably way better:
The best bit is this keeps getting easier: now I can just ask some random AI to make a website for me. The time and effort barrier is pretty much gone. So was this a mistake? Sure. Will I do again? Very probably.
America, what the fuck?