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Your use of the word galley appears to answer your question. A galley, where sailors are fed, sometimes because there’s no alternative (middle of the ocean and all that) is far different from the “break room” in an office facility. The isolated nature of maritime service provides you these necessities. We office

I should elaborate. The use of appropriated funds (i.e., your taxes) for “morale” items like refrigerators is gernerally prohibited. Units will pass the hat to buy these items and decorate their organization “homes.” In many units that conduct student training (like flight school), student classes donate appliances

In the armed forces for 24 years now. It’s always been BYO refrigerator.

Exactly. I don’t give a shit how much good the Ministry of Culture did. My family escaped to the US on inner tubes. They lost “everything” and yet they were the fortunate ones. My uncle did hard time as a political prisoner and never got out. My grandparents thought they were on the way out and had their papers

Exactly. And I’ve noticed—this year more than before—tv talkies celebrating the end of a play while ignoring the signals the officials are making. Then they’re surprised...”oh, what happened here?! That should be enough for a first down”. Um, you missed the other official running in to wave off the catch; that’s

Yeah, if you want to take the “karma” game farther, Kiko Alonso, seen in the video wearing #47 while bending Kaepernick in half, is the son of a Cuban refugee.

Serious question: Are there any tv announcers we can trust to actually know the rules instead of wildly speculating (as we heard in this video)?

That (“...Republican Christian white man’s world...”) has certainly been my experience in the last 23 years. Moreover, as a recruiter, I was instructed to “find diversity, but OUR kind of diversity...” Not even subtle about it.

It’s a Dominican thing (and sometimes Cuba). All males in the family might have the same first name (as is the case in my family). What’s different is each brother’s middle name. When my family moved here from the DR, the neighbors thought we were screwing with them.