

I think we know the solution then.
Be like pap paw
I think we know the solution then.
Be like pap paw
Teach your kids survival and weapons skills. Understanding politics won’t be enough to save them
Powerful men protecting themselves with idiots has never once lead to an assassination. NEVER. not once. Nope no sir. Hasn’t happened
One of my call center buddies was in charge of receiving requests for freight transport and asking his NCO to approve them. His NCO say directly behind him. So he’d stare at a computer screen until a request came in, turn around, ask for approval which would be framed, then turn back around and click the approve button.
“you agreed to display ads on your vehicles. This vehicle is mine. You may not display ads in it.”
Honestly I’d have a lawyer on the phone in a heartbeat. I’d be surprised if someone hasn’t already started a lawsuit.
I umm… I don’t think I wanna go to the library anymore
When it’s actual news, I’ll hear about it regardless.
I’m not going to perseverate over every headline, I have a life to live. The media is actively trying to piss us off, they’ll skew and distort and all but fabricate to keep us angry and engaged.
I’m not doing it. I can’t recall a single time in my life that keeping up to date up to the hour has actually improved anything for me. Sitting around just knowing stuff is happening isn’t going to change my life for the better.
I live in a safe republican state and a leans Republican district. I could send a letter to my senator, call my representative, spend hours of my time just worried about something, and still, they’ll vote how the party wants them to. Being informed and doing the things I’m supposed to do won’t change anything.
Im starting to understand John Coffey.
Yeah. Like make some of the best films in the last 40 years. DAMN YOU COCAINE
Isn’t there an “actually infuriating” community somewhere? Or maybe a “sounds like this will be used as evidence in the divorce but ok” type thing?
my faithful companions
It is far too early of the morning to make contact with the folks I have made myself a family of. I treasure them too dearly to wake them at such an hour with what my wife so lovingly describes as, my nonsense. And so I put it to you, fellow lemmings, to receive this missive.
It’s been nearly two hours if the clock is to be trusted, since I last left the warm embrace of a comfortable bed, two dogs, and my aforementioned partner. My heart yearns to be enveloped in those sheets once more. But the modern luxuries we all enjoy come with a price, and that price is paid in time. Times like these, friends, where the gap between me and cold steel is filled with warm coffee, delightful banter, and a hefty pinch of salty attitude.
I write to you at this ungodly for want of something better to do. As my presence at work was requested politely behind the threat of not so polite demands, but in all that commotion they forgot to give us anything to do. And so here we all sit, collecting a wage plus a half, longing for our beds.
Tell the others I miss them, or don’t. They’ll not care either way, and take care friends. My shift is only just begun.
Signed
Truly
Wogi
I occasionally run a lathe at work. The big CNC one says it will do 10,000 rpm
If you ever run it that fast, the jaws will start to separate and the part will come flying out at Mach 4, bounce around the inside of the machine for several minutes, destroying the chuck, all the tooling, and the chip conveyor in the process.
Another fun fact, these machines go from 5000 rpm (the fastest you’re assuredly safe to run it) to 10 at the snap of a finger and back up again. All of that energy has to go somewhere. So there’s a heat coil, pretty much identical to the one in your oven, that takes all that extra energy. It doesn’t normally get all that hot, but if you’re running a lot of parts with a lot of diameter changes, it can get hot enough to glow.
Prove it.
The first writings we have are accounts, receipts, and famously, a complaint about the quality of copper. The first named person in recorded history appears on a tablet accounting for a number of slaves.
Records were literally invented to document trades.
Basically oscillating the tool up and down while rotating the workpiece back and forth, while spinning the tool very, very slowly.
Try instead asking innocent probing questions that lead them to question their world view. They’ll never agree with you if they feel like they’re under attack, but if you seem curious and interested, and ask difficult questions they could come around over time.
Or you know, fuck em they made their bed. Either way.
Or they sold them to Walmart.
This is not the first time produce has been stolen and sold for consumption to regular distributors. It used to be quite common. Crime families have been built on that practice.
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I found this in my app list, it hadn’t asked for any permissions. If it’s looking at every image I get, it’s doing so extremely discreetly.
Sus. Very sus.
The Democrats have a long history of waiting until Republicans hold a majority in both houses to propose milquetoast change.
Keeps their name in the papers without actually having to do anything.