For games with any sort of “victory points” system, I always start off teaching them with the exact same sentence: “the goal of this game is to score points.” Sets the stage nicely for explaining the rest of the-- ah, nevermind, they’ve already glazed over

I don’t think this will really amount to much. Where else are they going to shop that abuses labor as much as Walmart to keep prices low?

I’m not totally sure what you’re saying no to, but detached single-family homes are mostly financially unsustainable for a municipality. They just don’t generate enough tax revenue. You can check out this video for why (apologies for a YT link):

https://youtu.be/7IsMeKl-Sv0

This is what I thought when I saw the talks with Rwanda.

I had a really weird dream when I was a kid that still sticks with me because it was so out there. Usually they relate in some sort of way to what’s happened or how you’re feeling, but this one was so off the wall I don’t know what it was supposed to be.

It started with me driving into a gravel parking lot, like for a campsite in the mountains. It’s overlooking a decently steep slope down covered with leaves or pine needles with lots of trees around. I park and get out and I stand there holding a towel. An old beetle drives up and parks really close next to me. A Hispanic guy gets out, walks away, and I drop my towel for some reason. I watch him walk away for a few seconds. When I turn my car has turned into a giant sweet gum seed pod (gum ball), before looking down at my towel which has turned into an anthill with a bunch of ants coming out of it. That’s where I woke up.

racism and keeping out the other

Partially right, it is racism but they want the most vulnerable people to attempt to immigrate illegally (with no other choice, mind you) so they can detain them to use as defacto slave labor. Or just murder them, whichever seems more cruel. Remember, the cruelty is the point.

I was shooting heroin and reading “The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police cruiser when a call came in. I put a quarter in the radio to activate it. It was the chief.

“Bad news, detective. We got a situation.”

“What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?”

“Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.”

The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that? Bitcoins are the ultimate currency: virtual, anonymous, stateless. They represent true economic freedom, not subject to arbitrary manipulation by any government. Do we have any leads?”

“Not yet. But mark my words: we’re going to figure out who did this and we’re going to take them down … provided someone pays us a fair market rate to do so.”

“Easy, chief,” I said. “Any rate the market offers is, by definition, fair.”

He laughed. “That’s why you’re the best I got, Lisowski. Now you get out there and find those bitcoins.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m on it.”

I put a quarter in the siren. Ten minutes later, I was on the scene. It was a normal office building, strangled on all sides by public sidewalks. I hopped over them and went inside.

“Home Depot™ Presents the Police!®” I said, flashing my badge and my gun and a small picture of Ron Paul. “Nobody move unless you want to!” They didn’t.

“Now, which one of you punks is going to pay me to investigate this crime?” No one spoke up.

“Come on,” I said. “Don’t you all understand that the protection of private property is the foundation of all personal liberty?”

It didn’t seem like they did.

“Seriously, guys. Without a strong economic motivator, I’m just going to stand here and not solve this case. Cash is fine, but I prefer being paid in gold bullion or autographed Penn Jillette posters.”

Nothing. These people were stonewalling me. It almost seemed like they didn’t care that a fortune in computer money invented to buy drugs was missing.

I figured I could wait them out. I lit several cigarettes indoors. A pregnant lady coughed, and I told her that secondhand smoke is a myth. Just then, a man in glasses made a break for it.

“Subway™ Eat Fresh and Freeze, Scumbag!®” I yelled.

Too late. He was already out the front door. I went after him.

“Stop right there!” I yelled as I ran. He was faster than me because I always try to avoid stepping on public sidewalks. Our country needs a private-sidewalk voucher system, but, thanks to the incestuous interplay between our corrupt federal government and the public-sidewalk lobby, it will never happen.

I was losing him. “Listen, I’ll pay you to stop!” I yelled. “What would you consider an appropriate price point for stopping? I’ll offer you a thirteenth of an ounce of gold and a gently worn ‘Bob Barr ‘08’ extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirt!”

He turned. In his hand was a revolver that the Constitution said he had every right to own. He fired at me and missed. I pulled my own gun, put a quarter in it, and fired back. The bullet lodged in a U.S.P.S. mailbox less than a foot from his head. I shot the mailbox again, on purpose.

“All right, all right!” the man yelled, throwing down his weapon. “I give up, cop! I confess: I took the bitcoins.”

“Why’d you do it?” I asked, as I slapped a pair of Oikos™ Greek Yogurt Presents Handcuffs® on the guy.

“Because I was afraid.”

“Afraid?”

“Afraid of an economic future free from the pernicious meddling of central bankers,” he said. “I’m a central banker.”

I wanted to coldcock the guy. Years ago, a central banker killed my partner. Instead, I shook my head.

“Let this be a message to all your central-banker friends out on the street,” I said. “No matter how many bitcoins you steal, you’ll never take away the dream of an open society based on the principles of personal and economic freedom.”

He nodded, because he knew I was right. Then he swiped his credit card to pay me for arresting him.

Isn’t this totally ignoring the geopolitical position of Ukraine though? They’re a bulwark against (physical) Russian aggression toward the EU. Abandoning that puts a strain on US relations with the rest of the world, by design. What happens after this? Russia isn’t going to suddenly stop trying to colonize areas next to them.

Instead of being a great “business deal” for the US, it’s pushing the rest of the world away, forcing the US to use bully tactics and physical threats rather than actual diplomacy because Trump can only see it as zero-sum, or more likely is intentionally sabotaging our relationships.

I suppose actually understanding nuance and the consequences of your actions are not something he is capable of, though.

“How is ice-skating going to teach [kids] how to navigate recovery, how to address these issues within their home, how to understand the disease of addiction?”

Maybe by giving them something to do other than drugs? An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. They get free admission for completing the DARE program which (in theory) educates them on exactly that. In my experience it was mostly fear mongering but that’s a separate issue that needs addressing.

It’s not even a significant portion of the funds they’re getting, can these people see past their own noses?

if I remember correctly the #1 most important tip he wanted you leave with was to run the hot water before starting the cycle so the prewash uses hot water. But, it sounds like your dishwasher is just crap.

The time for rallying is now, every state had a protest this month on the 5th (50501). There’s another one happening on President’s Day. Attending these shows that people who are fed up are real and are here. I don’t think peaceful protests will necessarily effect change BUT they are a place to gain visibility, meet like minded individuals, and build support groups. It won’t grow if people don’t show up!

You said it’s not runtime type checking but then switched to “strict type checking” - those aren’t the same. Other person has it right, it has runtime type checking. The type checking happens when running your code. I don’t think that’s particularly useful, it’s pretty much sugar on top of what would throw an error anyway.

I started running out of ideas and gave up here:

pressure 🤜 bung 🤜 leak 🤜 air pump 🤜 vaccuum 🤜 wind 🤜 boulder 🤜 pry bar 🤜 manhole cover 🤜 hole 🤜 insulation 🤜 heat 🤜 plastic 🤜 erosion 🤜 dam 🤜 water 🤜 fire 🤜 boat 🤜 bridge 🤜 moat 🤜 boiling oil 🤜 ladder 🤜 wall 🤜 cavalry 🤜 bow 🤜 spear 🤜 pickaxe 🤜 rock

Were they like those tiny pizzas from that Nathan For You episode?