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What it says on the tin. Power management is set to turn my monitors off after a set amount of time. They all instantly come back on. I have resorted to using a screen saver in X11 until this is solved.

Three monitors, different brands: one hdmi->hdmi, one dp->hdmi, dp->dvi (pc->monitor)

Only one of the monitors have input auto-switching and that is disabled.

I am losing my mind even the cli xset dpms force off (X11) or kscreen-doctor --dpms off (Wayland) just has them come back on seconds later.

All the A/V cables are new.

Any suggestions would be appreciated.

Oh, but to just dance on steel, the Sky Pulaski way.
By the fires of Elizabeth, never cease to amaze.
So hats off to the industry's casualties
Tra loo tray lay.
Oh that swamp full of grabbing hands.
Pull you under New Amsterdam.
Chinese boxes hold their secrets well.
How many are there one can never tell.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church.

Art class for the bourgeoisies, lab rats for the cat.
Real estate moguls, Chump Towers,
When the wind blows you can hear the windows go rat a tat rat a tat tat tat.

Jimmy Hoffa in the Meadowlands, weighing down that union man.
Grab his ankles, stevedores,
Oh how those Jets do roar.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church.

Oh but to just dine on sewage, cold seagull pie.
Wrestle albino alligators and spin the good lie.

Oh that swamp full of grabbing hands.
Pull you under New Amsterdam.
Chinese boxes hold their secrets well.
How many are there one can never tell.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church

Oh, but to just dance on steel, the Sky Pulaski way.
By the fires of Elizabeth, never cease to amaze.
So hats off to the industry's casualties
Tra loo tray lay.
Oh that swamp full of grabbing hands.
Pull you under New Amsterdam.
Chinese boxes hold their secrets well.
How many are there one can never tell.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church.

Art class for the bourgeoisies, lab rats for the cat.
Real estate moguls, Chump Towers,
When the wind blows you can hear the windows go rat a tat rat a tat tat tat.

Jimmy Hoffa in the Meadowlands, weighing down that union man.
Grab his ankles, stevedores,
Oh how those Jets do roar.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church.

Oh but to just dine on sewage, cold seagull pie.
Wrestle albino alligators and spin the good lie.

Oh that swamp full of grabbing hands.
Pull you under New Amsterdam.
Chinese boxes hold their secrets well.
How many are there one can never tell.

Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion.
They gonna join that underground church

Daylight, I dream of you softly
I wrote you a letter that will never reach you
In Montreal, the days are much colder there
Now you grow older there without me
On the lookout, baby, won't you look out?
A car full of raccoons, I think that I'm crazy
And downtown, the bar lights illuminate
Lost in a cityscape where I try to find you

You walk like a miracle, bathing in starlight
Your voice burning holes in the frame
I danced in the parking lot, cried in the taxi home
'Cause I still remember your name

And oh, I'm not in love anymore, anymore
But I will keep you close to me forever

Moonlight, I dream of you endlessly
Drowning in reverie, waiting for morning
Dim light, I'm drunk at the bar again
Holding a stranger's hand, a crowd with no faces

And there you are, beautiful just like the first time
You reach out, I'm shaking again
You're gone in a moment, you leave me alone
But I swear you were real in my hands

And oh, I'm not in love anymore, anymore
But I will keep you close to me forever

Well, I know these words might mean nothing now
I'm stuck in this ghost town
Your softness still haunts me
Someday I'll find my way out of here
If you don't change your mind, my dear
I'll take you with me

Daylight, I dream of you softly
I wrote you a letter that will never reach you
In Montreal, the days are much colder there
Now you grow older there without me
On the lookout, baby, won't you look out?
A car full of raccoons, I think that I'm crazy
And downtown, the bar lights illuminate
Lost in a cityscape where I try to find you

You walk like a miracle, bathing in starlight
Your voice burning holes in the frame
I danced in the parking lot, cried in the taxi home
'Cause I still remember your name

And oh, I'm not in love anymore, anymore
But I will keep you close to me forever

Moonlight, I dream of you endlessly
Drowning in reverie, waiting for morning
Dim light, I'm drunk at the bar again
Holding a stranger's hand, a crowd with no faces

And there you are, beautiful just like the first time
You reach out, I'm shaking again
You're gone in a moment, you leave me alone
But I swear you were real in my hands

And oh, I'm not in love anymore, anymore
But I will keep you close to me forever

Well, I know these words might mean nothing now
I'm stuck in this ghost town
Your softness still haunts me
Someday I'll find my way out of here
If you don't change your mind, my dear
I'll take you with me

That's a long, long line, that's outside (that's outside)
That's my hometown, sold that shit out twice (yeah, two times)
At the wrong place, at the wrong time
If I die, take my hard drive, every song you find
Put it all online, yeah

Please don't act like we were close
Don't go comment on my post
Don't send flowers to my folks
When I was livin', you were ghost

I gotta go, I don't know if I'm ready
The snow in the bag, it don't fall like confetti
It's me and my brothers, it's Ed, Edd n Eddy
Yeah, hop in the car, it's a Honda or Chevy
He charged me an arm and a leg, but whatever
As long as it get me like Mario Andretti (wow)

Sound like an awful year
All they got to offer is thoughts and prayers
Pretty fast talk, like an auctioneer
You cannot afford what it cost to care
Showed no love for the long career
Now the shows over, it's off the air
Growin' up, I never thought it'd be like this
Tryna be like Skip, I never lost a hair

Do it for the fam, fuck all the data
And for the fans, thank y'all for the latter
Everybody else, thank y'all for the chatter
(Hey batta, batta, hey batta, batta bat)
Swingin' for the fence, lookin' for a couple hits
Like a home run ball to Saturn
I felt like Marshall Mathers, when he lost a battle
But I won that war, and that's all that matters

80 proof, it's in the puddin'
Penicillin with the Hennessy
That's the taste of my own medicine
That's what makes it my remedy
They tried erasing my memory, I think that creates an identity
I think that's what makes you my enemy
But you not replacing my legacy, no, no

That's a long, long line, that's outside (that's outside)
That's my hometown, sold that shit out twice (yeah, two times)
At the wrong place, at the wrong time
If I die, take my hard drive, every song you find
Put it all online, yeah

Please don't act like we were close
Don't go comment on my post
Don't send flowers to my folks
When I was livin', you were ghost

That's a long, long line, that's outside (that's outside)
That's my hometown, sold that shit out twice (yeah, two times)
At the wrong place, at the wrong time
If I die, take my hard drive, every song you find
Put it all online, yeah

Please don't act like we were close
Don't go comment on my post
Don't send flowers to my folks
When I was livin', you were ghost

I gotta go, I don't know if I'm ready
The snow in the bag, it don't fall like confetti
It's me and my brothers, it's Ed, Edd n Eddy
Yeah, hop in the car, it's a Honda or Chevy
He charged me an arm and a leg, but whatever
As long as it get me like Mario Andretti (wow)

Sound like an awful year
All they got to offer is thoughts and prayers
Pretty fast talk, like an auctioneer
You cannot afford what it cost to care
Showed no love for the long career
Now the shows over, it's off the air
Growin' up, I never thought it'd be like this
Tryna be like Skip, I never lost a hair

Do it for the fam, fuck all the data
And for the fans, thank y'all for the latter
Everybody else, thank y'all for the chatter
(Hey batta, batta, hey batta, batta bat)
Swingin' for the fence, lookin' for a couple hits
Like a home run ball to Saturn
I felt like Marshall Mathers, when he lost a battle
But I won that war, and that's all that matters

80 proof, it's in the puddin'
Penicillin with the Hennessy
That's the taste of my own medicine
That's what makes it my remedy
They tried erasing my memory, I think that creates an identity
I think that's what makes you my enemy
But you not replacing my legacy, no, no

That's a long, long line, that's outside (that's outside)
That's my hometown, sold that shit out twice (yeah, two times)
At the wrong place, at the wrong time
If I die, take my hard drive, every song you find
Put it all online, yeah

Please don't act like we were close
Don't go comment on my post
Don't send flowers to my folks
When I was livin', you were ghost

I keep seeing the idea of the Democrats forcing a government shutdown over the debt ceiling as one of the few ways to fight what is going on.

It just keeps going through my mind that Trump/Musk aren't following any rules or laws as it is, they're breaking every valid security rule there is as it is.

So, what would a shutdown do other than give them carte blanche to fuck shit up while all the federal workers have to go home without pay?

Musk has the wealth to just keep paying the people he wants to keep fucking shit up out of his own pockets. If all the federal workers are sent home, who is even going to do the dance of trying to stand in their way?

Isn't that more dangerous?

I feel like maybe there's more that I'm not understanding about the situation, but at the same time it feels like all bets are off and Musk is going to do whatever the fuck he wants no matter what is happening.

EDIT: FULL ENGLISH DUB ON YOUTUBE!

Whatever you do, find the English Dub.

Do not get the subtitled version. I know this is the opposite of what you usually want for a foreign film, but trust me on this one.

The English Dub for this film is absolutely unhinged and great.

I've been trying to find a list of the English voice actors for a very long time because I swear I recognize several voices from my Saturday morning cartoons in the 90's. (Most notably one of the young Shaolin boys that Hung Man Ting befriends)

IMDB Entry

Starring:

• Jet Li as Hung Hei Kwun
• Miao Xie as Hung Man Ting
• Chingmy Yau as Red Bean
• Deannie Ip as Red Bean's Mother
• Sung-Young Chen as Ma Kai-Sin
• Chunhua Ji as Ma Ling-Yee
• Damian Lau as Chan Kan-Nam
• Lung-Wei Wang as Commander
• Chu-Ko Liang as the Wax Sculptor

Ten years before Kung Fu Hustle, Jet Li starred in this comedic action film which sports a lot of elements of what you might call a "Live Action Anime."

As shown in the animated GIF above, the film starts off on full-blast with a Shaolin plus a baby fight. (and of course catbox.moe is down so the GIF isn't loading now, d'oh!)

This would be the first of two films Jet Li would star alongside Miao Xie as a father/son fighting duo, followed by My Father is a Hero / The Enforcer (1995). The Enforcer is a much more serious film than New Legend of Shaolin, and in my opinion New Legend of Shaolin is just a way more fun film.

The entire film really feels cartoony and over-the-top. Every step of the way it gets weirder until it results in an absolutely insane climax and ending.

I keep on making shit up in my head
I'm freaking out all the time
I get so sad then get so depressed
You don't know what it's like

I keep on making shit up in my head
I over-analyze my life
I get so sad then treat myself like shit
You don't know what it's like, you don't know what it's like
To be me

I keep on making shit up on the regs
I keep on making up these stories in my head
And I keep thinking that I don't have a single friend
And even though I'm always hanging out with all of them
So are you ever gonna call me now?
You only love me whеn you want me around
And then you treat mе like shit, here we go again
You don't know what it's like

I keep on making shit up in my head
I'm freaking out all the time
I get so sad then get so depressed
You don't know what it's like, you don't know what it's like

I keep on making shit up in my head
I over-analyze my life
I flip a switch and become a bitch
You don't know what it's like, you don't know what it's like
To be me

I keep on making shit up in my head
I keep on lying to myself and all my friends
And holding onto all of these stupid little resentments
And even if I have to call you out again
So are you ever gonna come around?
You only love me when you want me around
And then we pretend that life's all good again
You don't know what it's like, you don't know what it's like

I keep on making shit up in my head
I'm freaking out all the time
I get so sad then get so depressed
You don't know what it's like, you don't know what it's like

I keep on making shit up in my head
I over-analyze my life
I get so sad and then I fucking flip
You don't know what it's like, you don't know what it's like
To be me