I disagree. If we sent 100 personnel with an air defense group to Ukraine, shit would get pretty real pretty fast. Sending people is a whole different commitment to sending weapons.
I had an old instructor who liked to say “when it comes to breakfast, what’s the difference between the chicken and the pig? The chicken made a contribution, the pig made a commitment.”
Sending our own troops stops being a contribution and starts being a commitment.
Should have had his wife “design and print” them, get a patent, and sell them to the air force instead.
you can take a day or some time off to support your local business
Now who’s being entitled?
I thought it was good! It kept moving forward, wasn’t super predictable, and kept things relatively light-hearted… until they didn’t.
Thank you! I’ve been having to go to Reddit for the Fashion Report, which I hated to do. Hopefully Kaiyoko will hop on Lemmy at some point.
I had thought the recent understanding was they were likely small wings, like emus or ostriches, to help with balance. Angled back instead of forward.
Okay, but pop-tarts are raviolis, not sandwiches. That doesn’t even make sense. What kind of sandwich is enclosed on all sides?
I got pepper sprayed in the military. In order to be allowed to wear pepper spray on our belts (for law enforcement), we had to be pepper sprayed and fight someone off.
I found it strange, because it’s not like we had to know what it was like to be shot and fight back. It was also one of the worst experiences of my life. Getting accidentally splashed across the eyes with hot sauce ended up not so bad simply by comparison, so I had that going for me.
I think you’re misunderstanding the statement. He counts, among his three kids, a trans son. As in, among his three kids he has a trans son. If two of his kids were trans, He would count two trans sons among his three kids. Or he counts two boys among his three kids. Or whatever. It is counting the portion of his kids are in the demographic they are mentioning.
The way my dog squeezes his body and face into my leg to fall asleep (wiener dog), I’d say no. Keep in mind, we’re still warmer than ambient temperature, so it’s not like we’re not pumping out heat.
That’s a fair comparison, and would give me the appropriate “Oh shit!” that this headline just didn’t offer.
Even a single, well-known point of reference makes it better. We all know world income inequality is absolutely nuts. But to pick out a particular one needs at least some kind of reference point (unless it’s an Indian article for Indian people, like an article from the U.S. for the U.S.).
What the hell are we doing?
We’re sending food as a humanitarian emergency operation to people starving from the seige perpetrated by the side we support with weapons. We’re helping to make them starve while sending “emergency aid” to them as if it’s not us keeping them in need of that aid.
The main purpose of words having meaning is to effectively communicate.
Ignoring the context that words are used and insisting on very narrow definitions is not only pedantic, but hinders the ideas being communicated.
I’m getting “suicide by cop” vibes from these guys. What do they hope to achieve other than getting wrecked when they’ve pissed the US off enough?
From everything I’ve heard about the election in Argentina, it was the meeting of “Anything is better than this” and “it can always get worse.” The former won, and proved the latter correct.
Fuck Assange. Do Snowden.
Not that Hamas is any better. The point is there are no good guys here.
True. But if you saw a 20-year-old asshole beating the shit out of a 10-year-old asshole (even if the 10-year-old started it), you wouldn’t hand the 20-year-old a bat.
“I have about three drinks a week and get drunk maybe once or twice a year. I’d say I’m the picture of moderation, but I’m not really concerned with how you feel about my drinking habits.”
I’m going to let you in on some insight from a 40-something millenial:
It starts off that way a bit, and you’re expected to at least put forward the impression you have your shit together before you do. But then the pretending gets easier and easier until you realize you’re just paying your bills, getting your laundry done, and doing what you need to do while feeling like you’re failing at the new, added responsibility in your life (like big career changes, kids, projects taken on, kids, taking care of family or friends, more kids). But that’s with anything new you take on. If you aren’t struggling at least a little, you’re not growing.
If you choose that. I can’t speak to the pay, because y’all are getting fucked… so far. I’ll speak more on that in a second, but I was the store manager of a restaurant for a few years before moving to New York from Seattle on a whim, worked customer service at a phone center for a cable company, and then joined the Coast Guard in my mid-to-late 20s, and drove boats until going into aviation and flying in helicopters, living in various places throughout the country, saving a few lives, flying in really cool places, and when I retire I can go do something else. People who stay in a job behind a desk their whole work life either love that job or are complacent in it. You are absolutely not chained to it.
And as for the shitty pay and everything, what I have seen of the Gen Z folks that have come through the Coast Guard is that they advocate for themselves and get things that we millenials are embarrassed to hear requested, much less think to ask for ourselves. And look to all the labor movements going on to push back at those pay drops. Keep the momentum, keep up the fight, don’t get complacent like my generation or Gen X.
That’s not a mid-life crisis, that’s just the normal fear of entering the world for real, and it’s been that way for a long, long time. The crises come when you start feeling how little time you have (quarter-life realization you just don’t have enough lifespan to do everything you hope to do, mid-life realization of how little time you really have). Your thing is simply the fear of embarking into the unknown, and your doomscrolling has made your future look bleak. Put the phone down. Take opportunities when you can. Enjoy what you can out of life.
The whole thing is daunting, I totally get it. But going in with the approach you have is a self-fulfilling prophecy.