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Cake day: June 26th, 2023

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  • Russia has access to the Black Sea through the Sea of Azov, which is controlled by whoever controls Crimea… and to maintain control over Crimea, Russia needs supply lines over a land access at least across the Donbass, not just through a bridge that can be bombed at any time, as it has been already.

    Both the Donbass and Crimea, Ukraine considers to be Ukrainian land, even though the history of both areas is plagued by forced resettlements during the USSR times.

    Additionally, there are natural resources, some ports, and a nuclear plant in the Donbass area, which Russia would happily take over.


  • You’re right, I’ve checked my notes and it mentions Shell; technically British now, post-BREXIT, but it has branches all over the world.

    Anyway, the problem with those $400B is… if a corporation can sell for $400B and it only costs them $200B to extract and distribute it plus $20B to kill everyone in Gaza… that’s $180B of “clean” money (just dripping some blood). Shell’s yearly revenue is $380B, with a net income of $40B, so they’re just the kind who might consider it a reasonable 5-10 year plan.








  • Peasants had at least a couple changes of clothes, plus the Sunday and festivities clothes.

    Also don’t forget that salmon for dinner didn’t catch itself, you either spend the time, or it’s lobster night again. And better remember to get some flour to the baker to get some bread made for the family, or it’s lobster with month old moldy bread. Better hope the chickens lay some eggs for breakfast.



  • jarfil@lemmy.worldtoLemmy Shitpost@lemmy.worldThe Peasant Life
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    It’s not about the amount of horse shit, it’s about haw fast can you load it on the cart.

    Once done, there is no more horse shit to load for the day. And if Timmy out there doesn’t feel like loading his half of the horse shit one day, you were allowed to punch some sense into that thick skull of his.