Afghan national
https://www.cbsnews.com/news/suspect-dc-national-guard-shooting-afghan-national-what-we-know/
“More than 8,000 people from Afghanistan were also granted deportation relief under a separate program called temporary protected status, which Biden extended in 2023 but Mr. Trump chose to end earlier this year.”
Afghan national.
https://www.cbsnews.com/news/suspect-dc-national-guard-shooting-afghan-national-what-we-know/
“More than 8,000 people from Afghanistan were also granted deportation relief under a separate program called temporary protected status, which Biden extended in 2023 but Mr. Trump chose to end earlier this year.”
First - What’s wrong with it that needs fixing?
Second - It’s 102 to 103 years old, how is that Biden’s fault?
I prefer the Superman version:
And so it begins… home made cranberry sauce:
1 cup sugar
3/4 cup water
1/4 teaspoon table salt
1 tablespoon orange zest
2 tablespoons Grand Marnier
1 12 ounce bag fresh cranberries, washed
Bring the sugar, water, salt, and orange zest to a boil over high heat.
Add the cranberries and return to a boil, then drop the heat to medium.
Simmer for 5 minutes, until 2/3rds or so of the berries have popped. Remove from heat and stir in the Grand Marnier.
Cool to room temp and refrigerate.
Glad I did a double batch because once it all cooked down it just about filled the bowl I had in mind.
Agreed, but the problem is honest attempts to avoid it. Unless you regularly look at labels, you’d be SHOCKED at all the products this crap is in.
Bread has HFCS. Ketchup. It’s literally everywhere.
Try going down the frozen food aisle at your local grocery store and notice all the stuff has cheese.
Yes, consumption is up, but the reason consumption is up is that it’s ubiquitous. And the reason for it isn’t that people are choosing it, it’s being placed in the products people choose because the government is subsidizing those industries.
It’s super hard to tell people “Well, just make healthier choices” when 80% of available choices are unhealthy or 100% if we’re talking affordable choices.
Plot twist: The soul mate is the apple. LOL!
“Was it Father Rizzo? Father Russo? Father Marino?”
“I got 10 Hail Marys and 3 giant warnings!”
It was in the image in the comment that was removed.
FTFY:
Lawmakers Want to Ban VPNs—And They Have No Idea What They’re Doing
Oh boy, if you want an honest answer to the whys and hows of the obesity epidemic, well, the truth is “it’s complicated”.
You’d be surprised at how much of it stems from government policy.
In their drive to subsidize the milk and dairy industry, the feds partnered with food companies to figure out ways to stick cheese in fucking EVERYTHING. To the point where feds embedded at pizza joints co-developed the idea of stuffed crust pizza.
“To help sell its surplus in the 1990s, the National Dairy Promotion Board created Dairy Management Incorporated, a semi-public marketing branch of the USDA funded through government “checkoff” fees from dairy producers. This agency gave us the “Got Milk?” campaign and a host of popular fast food menu items, including Domino’s seven-cheese pizzas and Taco Bell’s very cheesy Quesalupa. A 2017 Bloomberg Businessweek investigation called the group of chemists and nutritionists the “Illuminati of cheese.” “The checkoff [program] puts DMI’s agents inside Burger King, Domino’s, McDonald’s, Pizza Hut, and Wendy’s, where they’re privy to each restaurant chain’s most closely guarded trade secrets,” writes Clint Rainey.”
But that’s just one angle on the problem, another is the rapid increase in the use of high fructose corn syrup, not just as a sugar replacement, but as an addition to, again, fucking everything.
In the drive for “low fat” foods, producers started adding HFCS to enhance the flavor that was lacking in low fat products.
And, again, federal subsidies for the corn industry is where a lot of this is coming from:
https://www.mountsinai.org/files/ISMMS/Assets/Media/Profiles/MS_OpEd Ad_Obesity_final.pdf
“Consumption of HFCS has increased tenfold since 1974.”
Subsidies like this also drove the federal dietary guidelines rather than actual nutrition. When I was a kid they talked about the “4-4-3-2” plan. Every day, 4 servings of meat or dairy, 4 servings of fruit, 3 servings of vegetables, 2 servings of starch.
That was later replaced by the “Food Pyramid”, and TBH, I have no idea what it is now.
And don’t even get me started on things like “food deserts”, we’ll be here all day:
Doesn’t matter, it’s a slur and not allowed.
Legend has it Rudyard Kipling wrote it…
Old jokes are sometimes the best jokes…
'Twas the Night of the King’s Castration: the last of the Royal Balls was coming off. All the counts, discounts and no-'ccounts were sitting around the throne room slinging camel-shit, for in those days, bull-shit was not yet heard of.
A noise was heard in the courtyard and in came Daniel on his gallant white steed, with his balls slung over his shoulder. “What ho!” cried the King. “Ass-hole!” replied Daniel, thus scoring an early point for the common people.
At this, the Queen dashed madly through the court with her drawers at half-mast, and her ass shining like a looking-glass in the moonlight.
Hilarious now, the King offered Daniel the post of second-in-command. “But what of the Queen?” asked Daniel. “Oh, fuck the Queen!” replied the King, and 50,000 loyal courtiers were killed in the rush, for in those days the King’s word was law, and the King ruled with an iron hand.
Upon seeing such mass slaughter, the King in exasperation exclaimed, “Oh, shit!”; and all 50,000 remaining loyal courtiers dropped their drawers and squatted on their haunches and strained and grunted in unison, for in those days the King’s word was law and the King ruled with an iron hand.
“Stop!” cried the Queen, thinking of the royal carpet. The King called “Halt!” and 49,999 loyal butt-holes snapped shut with a stately click, and 49,999 glistening turds were nipped, gently steaming in the morning air, all save for that of Daniel, who proceeded to lay one two cubits wide by one cubit high by three cubits long.
The King was sore affronted, and ordered Daniel thrown into the lions’ den for three days and three nights, for in those days the King’s word was law and the King ruled with an iron hand.
And here was Daniel, in the midst of all those roaring, snarling beasts — but of course, you could easily recognize Daniel by the large green parasol that he always carried.
On the first day, the Queen came unto Daniel and Daniel said, “Oh Queen, I am in need of some tea!” and the Queen asked, “What manner of tea?” Daniel replied, “C-U-N-T!” And the Queen departed.
On the second day the Queen came unto Daniel and Daniel said, “Oh Queen, I am in need of some pills!” and the Queen asked, “What manner of pills?” Daniel replied, “NIP-PILLS!” And the Queen departed.
Again on the third day, the King came unto Daniel, but it had come to pass that on the morning of the third day, Daniel had shat a great shit, and the lions were sore affronted. Almost all of them had thenceforth kept their distance from Daniel. But one of the lions took a liking to Daniel’s left nut, and began to munch upon it. “Oh, it tickles, it tickles!” cried Daniel. “What tickles?” asked the King. “TES-TICKLES!” roared Daniel, thereby scoring another point for the common people. Upon hearing this, all the ladies in the courtyard took out their tits and tittered.
Then the lion crouched as if to spring, but instead laid a big turd. This amused the King, and he ordered Daniel to come forth, but Daniel slipped on the lion’s turd and came fifth, thus utterly losing the race. This angered Daniel so greatly that he picked up the lion turd and, with menacing accuracy, hurled it at random. Random, being a crafty little bugger, ducked, and the turd hit the King full in the eye.
Now, this made the King exceedingly angry, whereupon he inquired, “Where’s the Queen?” “Milord, she is on the Royal Crapper.” “And is she well-supplied with paper?” “Milord, she has forty reams of the finest linen.” “It is good,” said the King. “And where’s the Princess?” “Oh, she’s upstairs in bed with laryngitis.” “Not that fucking Greek again!” cried Daniel.
This amused the King and he spake, “Oh, fuck the Princess!” and another 40,000 loyal courtiers were trampled to death in the rush, for in those days the King’s word was law, and the King ruled with an iron hand, and besides, the Princess was a comely wench. This made the King exceeding angry, but the Queen only said, “Well, I’ll be fucked!” — more in hope than in indignation. But nobody moved, save a solitary senile seneschal, quietly masturbating in a corner into a silver teaspoon, and Daniel, who, taking her at her word, grabbed the Queen by her butt-cheeks and slipped her onto his dick like a well-worn jackboot.
Later in the evening the King entered the Royal Boudoir and beheld the Queen lying on the bed, clad only in Nature’s attire. “Roll over, Queen!” ordered the King. “I’ll be fucked if I will!” shouted the Queen. “You will at that,” observed the King, “but you’ll be corn-holed if you won’t!” Hearing this, the Queen shat a gold brick, for in those days a square ass-hole was a symbol of royalty.
When the King saw this, he cried, “Balls!”; not because he had to, but because he had two. And the Queen replied, “Balls!? If I had two, I could be King!”
Whereupon the King, having partaken of over-ripe olives, hied himself to the innermost part of his kingdom and proceeded to shit buttermilk for three days, and thereafter was forever known as King Dairy-Ass, throughout the world.
Blaming Daniel for his digestive discomfort the King sentenced Daniel to wander in the wilderness for forty days and forty nights, for in those days the King’s word was law and the King ruled with an iron hand.
And so it came to pass that Daniel wandered in the wilderness for many a long day and many a long night. But in the evening of his thirteenth day in the wilderness, Daniel was set upon by bandits! Not, as you might at first surmise, ordinary bandits, but Mexican bandits. Nor, as you might at second surmise, ordinary Mexican bandits, but Mexican bum-bandits, who debagged him, scragged him, and shagged him, and left him with his pockets jingling, and his ass-hole tingling.
Months went by before the Queen came unto Daniel. “Oh Daniel, I am heavy with child. What steps are to be taken?” “Fuckin’ big ones!” replied Daniel as he vanished over the Southern horizon.
A 9.0 is as good as a modern day comic right off the rack, so finding something of that vintage in that condition is absolutely insane.
He runs right up to the actual problem but side-steps it:
“A college degree is not just about a job afterwards – you have to be able to think, solve problems and apply those solutions, regardless of the field.”
Problem: With generative AI, this is the LAST thing employers want. If you’re out there working right now, particularly in tech? It’s all about “leveraging” AI to “be more efficient.” They don’t want you thinking and solving problems on your own, they want you regurgitating solutions they presume are pre-vetted by AI.
I’ve had these discussions at my own job… “But, but, Generative AI makes it so easy to make and place Facebook ads!” - Agreed, and that’s not my job. “But, but, you can analyze data and generate reports!” - Yes, also not my job.
But the push by business to use it is HUGE, and in that environment, some student using it to cheat in a history class, ultimately, will benefit more from that experience in the “real” world than probably taking the history class in the first place.
Then again, my plan is to John Henry the shit out of this until I’m dead.
For those who never took a folklore class:
https://www.americanfolklore.net/john-henry-the-steel-driving-man/
I’d have paid good money to watch this one:
https://www.nbcnews.com/id/wbna46200385
"Canterbury had a “Star Wars” lightsaber in each hand as he swung at three customers last Dec. 14 at a Toys R Us store, Portland police said. He carried the lightsabers outside the store and swung at police.
According to The Oregonian, police attempted to shoot Canterbury with a Taser but the suspected deflected one of the wires away."
A 9.0 is as good as a modern day comic right off the rack, so finding something of that vintage in that condition is absolutely insane.