

Their salaries would be baked in. They get $1,000,000 per year. This is so that each is a position that is given to the highest scoring person in Ethics that just graduated, whenever a position is available


Their salaries would be baked in. They get $1,000,000 per year. This is so that each is a position that is given to the highest scoring person in Ethics that just graduated, whenever a position is available


The Sovereign Fund for Humanity’s Poor. Even if the wealth is stacking up that fast all anyone has to do is set up a trust fund with that name, the goal of using said wealth to fund every single human with a trust fund that will eliminate poverty in their life, and a board of directors that MUST contain two fiduciaries but only one from any given major Megalopolis, as well as three data analysts from OxFam. Once that’s setup, all you have to do is setup automatic deposits of every single penny above $100,000,000 and every other rich person can do the same. This causes everyone to see that every other ultra rich person is just greedier than literal dragons.
I know three full cassette tapes worth of sea chanties. I claim the crow’s nest! I just need an umbrella.
Yeah, rewatching the documentary that Patrick CC made on him does highlight that a bit more than I remembered.
Though it does go on to say that none of that evidence held up in court upon examination. I’m not going to say that totally clears Carrey, it doesn’t. It does seem he crashed hard, possibly intentionally on others parts, and has willingly stepped out of the spotlight since. He seems to have learned something.
He’s openly said that he isn’t Jim Carrey, Jim Carrey is his Batman to his Bruce Wayne.
“I’m not real.” -Jim Carrey.
I think you may be reading him wrong. He keeps saying he isn’t him or anyone else. I think he thinks that he is just a guy, and Jim Carrey is his Batman. I kinda feel bad for the guy, as it seems that he has to keep feeding the machine so he can pay for whatever debts he’s trying to take care of.
Cardboard box next to the fish market dumpster.
The enemy of progress is perfection