Wasn’t that the “much safer” district she switched to after damn near losing her own district in '22?
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Wasn’t that the “much safer” district she switched to after damn near losing her own district in '22?
Crazy is so good in bed though. You just need an escape plan and a go bag. And wrap that fucker up because you never ever ever want to breed crazy.
One of the differences between the right and the left, you just made me realize, is how we treat heroes.
Kyle murders two protestors and he’s a hero. He can fuck it up, but that’s all it takes to get there.
If a left leaning person became a hero for rescuing cats out of a house fire, you’d have a hundred reporters digging up dirt about how he cuts in line at Starbucks, or an ex coworker thought his obsession with cute animal butts was a little creepy.
I’m minimizing. People who do good things sometimes have done real shit but I don’t want to sidetrack. Point is, the right elevates their heroes while the left humanizes them. It’s not just a different playing field, it’s a whole other sport.
I deleted 148 mostly political spam emails that I got from Saturday to Tuesday. I’m glad to have donated a few bucks, but fucking Christ. I hear from a dozen people daily (or more) plus “guest solicitors” like half of Hollywood.
Completely agree.
I never buy gas at BP or Exxon. Ever. Smart phone though? That’s required for my job.
How is life so cheap. Killed himself over $63k. If I was ever going to do something that catching consequences was going to make me kill myself, it would have to be a hell of a lot more money than that. Maybe at 100x I’d take my chances. Maybe. I just don’t understand.
People are so much stupider than I ever thought. And I thought I was a cynic.
Who would do such a thing??
I haven’t visited in a while, but it’s a great community.
Yeah fuck all that. They can keep their discount.
I love in a suburb of a Midwestern state capital.
Here are my walking distances: (I’ll do my best to convert distances)
Of all of these, only the walk to the Capitol is shorter than the drive (by about 1.5km) due to walking paths. I’ve never walked it all in one go, but I have walked both halves of the trail.
I don’t think I would agree that just because something is public that it’s a public forum. I feel like the public has to own it as well. I looked it up and maybe it’s because I predate social media by rather a lot, but I think of it in the classical sense:
Public forums are typically categorized into three types:
- Traditional Public Forums: Long-established spaces like parks or sidewalks, where people have historically exercised their rights to free speech and assembly.
- Designated Public Forums: Areas that the government intentionally opens up for public expression, such as town halls or school meeting rooms.
- Limited Public Forums: Spaces opened for specific types of discussions or activities but with certain restrictions on the subject matter or participants.
The important factor being public ownership of the forum. I will concede that it has colloquially come to include public social media, but I think it’s important to distinguish that it’s not really the same thing at all as has been discussed through most of our history.
Food for thought. I just think calling them public forums attaches too much importance to a profit seeking endeavor.
I understand how you got there, but it sounds like a tough hoe to plow.
Let’s just say if 2 orgasms per week lowers your risk of prostate cancer, I’m pretty sure my prostate will last until the heat death of the universe.
But this isn’t even close. I’d choose laughter every time.
Kids are great. I mean they’ll break you for sure, but in good ways. Challenge you. You’ve got probably 8-10 years where they adore you no matter who you are. Then a few years where they barely tolerate you no matter who you are. And then you get to find out whether you did good or fucked everything all up.
Forget raising them. They observe and mostly raise themselves other than sometimes needing some help or advice that they may or may not ask for or accept. They’ll be bits of you peppered in with bits of your wife and a bit of someone you don’t even recognize.
And none of them are evil, though when you’re ripping up carpet because your daughter wanted to know how many gallons of water the towels in her closet could hold, or repainting because your toddler is Pablo Poopcasso, you might think so.
But there are special moments you couldn’t have with anyone else in this planet. And I’m not saying they make everything else worth it — no they just give you enough sustenance to try to hold onto your sanity a bit longer. But the experience is unique and worthwhile.
Sorry, I’m not trying to talk you into kids, just got me vibing thinking about mine. I have five. Three are out of the house. And raising them has been a wonderful and humbling experience. But I don’t have room left to fawn over anyone else.
Yeah. I’m married with adult kids. All of that is work enough. I don’t have enough energy left to crush on anyone. Not even like a platonic bro-crush or whatever.
51 here. I haven’t picked out a grave site, so I don’t have any idea where I’ll be when I can’t work any more.
J/k. Compost me or something. Don’t waste any acreage remembering me. Point being I guess I’ll retire when no one will pay me for anything, and I hope I’m still around for a bit after that but I doubt it.
I’m going to wear a hurricane pin on my lapel.
If I hadn’t been out of work for months, I’d have started an account just to short it. It’s rare to find such a sure bet.
I see. So the one she was definitely going to lose this time around is still definitely going to be lost, just not by her. That’s sad. I was looking forward to missing her.