Yeah, I’ve learned some discretion over the years. I once told a story that dead ass got me sent to therapy.

Me telling an EMS war story that brings the vibe to a crashing halt.

I’m not too worried about this, tbh. I think the people that RFK attracted post-Kamala really aren’t likely to vote for Trump or Harris anyway. They’ll likely either stay home, vote libertarian, or write in Vermin Supreme

Nurses really do be running that whole bell curve. It’s actually wild how some nurses are better clinicians than their doctors, and then their co-workers will be like “did you know that Broccoli is a meat I actually inject myself with microplastics as part of my fitness routine?”

America in one picture

No, nothing ever happens, actually. Nobody ever does anything interesting or worth talking about. Hosting exchange kids has, predictably, been one of the most boring experiences of my life, along with everything else.

Nah, he found a smooth reflective mask and a huge red robe, then we took a toy sickle and rubber mallet and spray painted them with gold paint.

Yikes, he looks like deep fried hell. The dude hasn’t looked good for a while, but this is bad. It’s wild that the context of other pictures just makes it worse.

Acquiring bird

I hosted a Russian exchange student who really liked joking about that stuff. He went as the ghost of communism for Halloween

I can’t imagine a governor, let alone a governor of a state as populous as Florida, inserting himself into fucking school board elections. Ron, don’t you have anything better to be doing, like, at all? Really? This is the best way to serve the public in your post as governor? What a nincompoop.

Imagine being the kind of fucking busy body that sees someone in a mask and thinks “Egads, the cops should know about this!”

I don’t know that I’d agree that the EU and the articles of confederation are comparable. There were a few big differences, including states printing their own currency without a common exchange medium (as opposed to the Euro), and that the mechanism for funding the federal government was (IIRC) entirely voluntary. States could just choose to not send money without consequences, and most or all made the obvious choice of not funding the federal government. The articles of confederation also had a few things about it that were more progressive than the constitution; for example, if I’m remembering right, it offered automatic citizenship to all native Americans, which pissed a lot of the farmer-settlers right off.

This is how nations destabilize. States perpetuate themselves through maintaining the exclusive monopoly on violence and using that monopoly to secure certain guarantees for or against its people. The Roman empire saw a similar decline of administrative willpower and rises in both vigilantism and shitty little civil wars between the wealthy elite who really ran the show (spoiler alert). I’m convinced that Balkanization of the US is, at this point, inevitable. I’m not saying that’s necessarily a good or bad thing in its own right. On one hand, it might be better for both the states and the world if we went to more of an EU type structure. On the other hand, a nuclear armed independent Texas.

This is really cool, but it would have been cooler if they’d named their scouting missions Hugin and Mugin, since they’re Odin’s ravens that scour the earth for secrets to give to Odin.

Babe, wake up, we finally found left-lib killdozer

Oof. There’s fucking up, and then there’s getting banned from Wal-Mart. The only lower position is getting banned from the dollar store.

For me, Wolf Larsen represents or embodies Satan (at least, Satan as a literary figure). His ship is a veritable ship of lost souls, all of the ship’s hands are either recruited in drunkenness or fleeing something that seemed worse at the time. He’s incapable citing scripture, which would be a really uncanny thing for a captain of his day, and even curses God.

The way he finds Hump even parodies the Divine Comedy; Hump (Dante), an honest but kind of hapless writer, becomes lost. The man who would guide him comes and finds him, and lo and behold, his guide is no Virgil, but, rather, Satan. Imo, the thing that really sells this is that Hump passes out underneath the golden gate (passes through the gates of hell) and is lost and found in the fog, which mirrors the conditions in the first circle of hell, Limbo. Rather than spending their voyage showing Hump what has happened while preventing him coming to harm, Wolf puts Hump in harm’s way and spends the voyage trying to convince him of what is. By the end, the formidable captain, much like the Satan of Paradise Lost, is bound in darkness, remaining proud and sure to the end.

It’s wild how good this book is relative to how few people have read it.

“The only part I remember is ‘I now commit this body to the deep’”

Read the article, sounds like he was combative post-ictal. I’m not excusing the officer; it’s a thing, not the most common, but I’ve definitely had my share of dudes that would just hulk out after a seizure. There’s no real reasoning or logic to it, they don’t mean to be combative. I think it’s down to the lights being on while monke brain is down for the count, so lizard brain senses all the hallmarks of a fight or flight situation in the wake of the seizure and decides “fuck it, we ball”. This is definitely a situation that needed medical professionals. We’ve always managed these situations without bringing the patient to any harm, all while still protecting ourselves. Cops aren’t taught those skills, especially not since the war on drugs and war on terror allowed them to tell themselves that they’re the warriors on the Frontline, the thin blue line that seperates the good from the wicked, yadda, yadda, yadda. When you’re a hammer, everything looks like a nail, etc. The smart thing for the cop to have done would be to listen to the wife and remove himself from the situation until EMS arrived.