But twitter has the best amateur porn that’s not blocked in my state. /s
But twitter has the best amateur porn that’s not blocked in my state. /s
“Users ask EA to shut down new EA app, and just use Steam.”
A car dealer is not going to pass up a sale because the customer won’t agree to the manufacturer collecting and selling the customers data.
Sure with software the company can just prevent you from using their product. But a physical item such as a vehicle? Please.
Besides GM was order to allow people to opt-out. They can’t force data collection on you like Google can.
Biscuits and gravy. It’s the most American thing I do is pig out on some good biscuits and gravy.
That goes without saying. And I’m at the point where if people don’t care enough to check that kind of stuff, then I don’t care enough to worry about them.
My 2025 moto is “you have no excuse to be ignorant anymore.”
Legally, only if you let them. Illegally, what’s the point of the conversation on the first place?
The settlement also requires GM to obtain consent from customers before collecting their driving behavior data, and allow them to request and delete their data if they choose.
I’m convinced the reason all my drives used to fail is because I would leave the PC on, and only reboot for updates. Otherwise I would just put them to sleep. Three years later, I turn off the PC every night and haven’t had a failed drive since.
Whenever I don’t bring my lunch to work my only options are gas station food or McDonald’s. Every time I go to McDonalds I get a cold meat patty on a hard bun, with the cheese somewhere on the side. The limp undercooked fries and bland nuggets that have the consistency of playdough.
I go to the gas station without hesitation.
Not without exposing the status quo. Curing the disease will mean they loose out on future income. Bandaids only in America.
That’s what the question should be, yes. But now it’s only used if corporate America is the target. Actual acts of terrorism against us degens is just another Tuesday.
I can’t recall a year that was “good.” Just “not as bad” or “acceptable.”
What’s it like living with that kind of hope?