Awful. We started dating in high school. I didn’t like myself back then and didn’t believe I could do any better. I let a lot of things go that I shouldn’t have. Not the last time I would make that mistake.
I’ve since learned a lot, including how to love myself.
Almost time to drag out the banner again.
Men need to learn to talk about their issues in general. My pops was brutal when I was a kid. It wasn’t until I grew up that I finally understood that he was made that way. His own dad basically destroyed him.That didn’t excuse all the terrible things he did but it did explain it. It was hard to be angry with him after that. I felt sad for him. That’s a heavy load to carry all alone.
It’s a recurring joke from the show.
Edit: During the “Sports War” segment, they’ll say something like, “…brought to you by gambling. Gambling: because God wants you to do it.”
I just assume they’re mocking the absurd volume of gambling commercials and ads that have proliferated streaming media over the last few years.
What about The Daily Show, America’s only source for news. Brought to you by gambling.
Hey everybody! I’d like you to meet my girlfriend. Isn’t she beautiful? The black powder coat really accents her indicator lights.
Doubt it. I could throw a rock in any direction and probably hit a pickup truck with a couple of those in the center console. That’s just how it is in the rural US.
It’s a type of expanding broadhead. I’m not into bow hunting but I’ve seen other people use them. They’re supposed to penetrate the hide and rib cage and then the blades expand to inflict as much damage as possible. Otherwise you might miss all the vital organs and watch your deer (or other game) high tail it off into the woods, never to be seen again.
Mutters quietly on death bed
“…Shellfish…”
Past poor decisions have taught me this:
Don’t do anything you’re going to have to lie about. If you do, don’t lie about it. If you do, make it right as soon as possible.
I have plenty of problems in my life but a guilty conscience isn’t one of them.
On December 15, 1953, led by Paul Hahn, the head of American Tobacco, the six major tobacco companies (American Tobacco Co., R. J. Reynolds, Philip Morris, Benson & Hedges, U.S. Tobacco Co., and Brown & Williamson) met with public relations company Hill & Knowlton in New York City to create an advertisement that would assuage the public’s fears and create a false sense of security in order to regain the public’s confidence in the tobacco industry.[12] Hill and Knowlton’s president, John W. Hill, realized that simply denying the health risks would not be enough to convince the public. Instead, a more effective method would be to create a major scientific controversy in which the scientifically established link between smoking tobacco and lung cancer would appear not to be conclusively known.[13]
The tobacco companies fought against the emerging science by producing their own science, which suggested that existing science was incomplete and that the industry was not motivated by self-interest.[11] With the creation of the Tobacco Industry Research Committee, headed by accomplished scientist C.C. Little, the tobacco companies manufactured doubt and turned scientific findings into a topic of debate. The recruitment of credentialed scientists like Little who were skeptics was a crucial aspect of the tobacco companies’ social engineering plan to establish credibility against anti-smoking reports. By amplifying the voices of a few skeptical scientists, the industry created an illusion that the larger scientific community had not reached a conclusive agreement on the link between smoking and cancer.[11]
Internal documents released through whistleblowers and litigation, such as the Tobacco Master Settlement Agreement, reveal that while advertisements like A Frank Statement made tobacco companies appear to be responsible and concerned for the health of their consumers, in reality, they were deceiving the public into believing that smoking did not have health risks. The whole project was aimed at protecting the tobacco companies’ images of glamour and all-American individualism at the cost of the public’s health.[14]
Putting aside all the late stage capitalism going on here, I still can’t get over the fact that Alphabet (Google) spent billions of dollars developing self driving car technology only to arrive at, “Oh shit. Someone left the car door open. What do we do now?”
You forgot the incredibly expensive scam that is American “healthcare”.
Back in the days before cell phones, when landlines were ubiquitous, people in more rural areas had what they called “party lines.” It was a single telephone line shared between multiple houses. You knew which house an incoming call was for based on the ring pattern. Your neighbors could also pick up the receiver, very quietly, and listen in on your phone calls if they wanted too.
Party lines are long gone but Internet communications have their own ways of being “listened in on.” A lot of traffic transmitted over the Internet is encrypted; with TLS for instance. But, some of it isn’t. If you use traditional DNS – UDP over port 53 – everyone in between you and the DNS server can see which websites you’re visiting.
I’m not concerned about my privacy because I have something to hide. I’m concerned about it because my personal business is my business. Not anyone else’s.
Don’t even need to spend that much. Trump accepts fake peace prizes.
Understood. My experience deepthroating N64 controllers is …uh… limited.
Better have a long tongue to reach the “Z” button with.
“Well God can use ‘imperfect people’. Just look at King David.”
David: Has an affair with Bathsheba and has her husband assassinated.
God: “Listen here you little shit. I gave you everything you could ever want and you decided that wasn’t enough. I’m feeling merciful so I won’t kill you like you killed Uriah. Instead, you can spend the rest of your miserable life suffering the consequences of your evil deeds.”
I’ve been seriously thinking I need to go back to therapy. Thanks for the motivation!
We had a deal with Iran which they were keeping up their end of. Until the moron in chief tore it up and threw it in their face.