There are definitely hawks in the upper echelons of military power, but I’ve never met one who didn’t hold the ideals of the United States as sacred.
I believe they will stand against tyranny. At first.
Then they will be replaced, made examples of, forced into retirement, and violently removed. If history is any indication.
I’m no military or historical expert, but I do believe if we’re counting on our military to save the country it is already lost.
Was looking through some old photos recently and found one of me holding my son as an infant in a shirt I still have. He’s 20.
Granted it progressed from clean and nice to covered in paint as it transitioned to something to wear when doing dirty chores.
But, if I can get an Old Navy shirt to last two decades I think I’ll be good forever. Assuming I can maintain my figure and don’t outgrow them, that is.
Cherish that. Those dinners made with love, devoured in seconds, all in the presence of loved ones, are special.
That took a turn.
Thank you for this delicious recipe! My great aunt used to make this all the time for our ritual house painting and it always brought joy to the children. Try adding cinnamon or thumbtacks to the pie for extra zing! God bless!!
Ah, true. The depth of my equine racism becomes apparent.
Did anyone tell the donkey it was vaccines for Senegal?
Just trying to understand whether this was a tragic accident or if the donkey is a racist asshole.
The long story here is that they made the bed they’re laying in. Treating Trump as a serious leader, either out of fear or greed, instead of protecting the integrity of journalism and, by extension, democracy has led us here.
But which of my 300 “few minute chores” do I start with?
Aside from coding assistants, the other use case I’ve come across recently is sentiment analysis of large datasets from free text survey responses. Just started exploring it so not sure how well it works yet, but the ridiculous amount of bias I see introduced in manual reviews is just awful. A machine can potentially be less inclined to try fitting summaries to the VP’s presupposed opinion than some lackie interns or self serving consultancy.
I have become that cliche where I genuinely look forward to getting socks under the tree on Christmas morning.
I’m a grown ass man who can at any point in any day decide to get in my automobile and go to any store and buy a mountain of socks, or order a pallet of socks to be drop-shipped to the door of my grown up house on a whim.
But I prefer to suffer holy toes and see through heels in anticipation of starting fresh on Christmas morn.
When I realized this in my soul, I was no longer a child.
I keep my car’s gas tank half full, at least, at all times. Any disaster in my region (except something cataclysmic) I think I’d be able to get far enough away from to protect our lives.
Had a gas can inexplicably catch fire in my yard but close enough to the house to scorch and melt siding. Was able to put it out on the third attempt just before the fire dept showed up. I now have a variety of sizes and types of fire extinguishing apparatus around my house.
Invest in fire safety. Lives are at stake.
Amazing. May I ask what region of the world you’re describing?
How dare you besmirch the good name of zip disks! There was a good 18 month period in the nineties where they filled a valid use case in the gap between floppy disks and the widespread instantiation of WAN solutions for moving and storing data.
Is this a loss meme?
“Where did you get that preposterous hypothesis? Did Steve tell you that, perchance? Steve.”
Agreed.