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  • BarneyPiccolo@lemmy.todaytoLemmy Shitpost@lemmy.worldGenius
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    15 hours ago

    That’s not “Passive” income, if you have to attract 50-60 people per day, pretend to interview them, while subliminally encouraging them to use the vending machine. That’s called a full-time job, and probably illegal, too.

    And that isn’t $300/day profit, he has to pay for those items in his machine. The profit is probably no more than 50%, so $150/day. For an 8 hour day, that’s $18.75 an hour. That’s a lot of work for not that much money. It certainly isn’t “Passive.”



  • One of my favorites is Stephen Foster’s Hard Times, Come Again No More (1873):

    ‘Tis the song, the sigh of the weary;

    Hard Times, Hard Times, come again no more:

    Many days you have lingered around my cabin door;

    Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.

    While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay

    There are frail forms fainting at the door:

    Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say –

    Oh! Hard times, come again no more.

    Let us pause in life’s pleasures and count its many tears

    While we all sup sorrow with the poor:

    There’s a song that will linger forever in our ears;

    Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.

    ‘Tis the song, the sigh of the weary;

    Hard Times, Hard Times, come again no more:

    Many days you have lingered around my cabin door;

    Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.

    There’s a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away

    With a worn heart whose better days are o’er:

    Though her voice would be merry, ’tis sighing all the day –

    Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.

    ‘Tis the song, the sigh of the weary;

    Hard Times, Hard Times, come again no more:

    Many days have lingered around my cab in door;

    Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.

    ‘Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave,

    ‘ Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore,

    ‘ Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave, –

    Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.

    ‘Tis the song, the sigh of the weary;

    Hard Times, Hard Times, come again no more:

    Many days you have lingered around my cabin door;

    Oh! Hard Times, come again no more.