Jesus H. Christ on a bloody crutch. THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS A HIGH-SPEED MAGAZINE!!! Who writes this garbage?
This is a nice story with a happy ending but I knew one of the Granite Mountain Hotshots personally and worked roadblocks during that Yarnell Hill Fire and I can tell you that this is really F*CKING STUPID!
DO NOT DO THIS! EVER!
How about being a RESPONSIBLE adult and get a real friggin’ photo ID?
This provisional ballot crap has got to stop.
I’d rather learn how to change other people’s personalities because let’s face it, other people are obnoxious and think they are the most important people on the planet. You know, the ones who roll right through stop signs because they believe that rules are for other people.
Add this to the list:
“Is telling me about it going to result in you getting beat up by the person you’re tattling on?”
Birds of a feather?
Probably because we don’t live in a democracy. We live in a representative republic. Try to remember that. But I digress. The commie twit running for Senate in Arizona who has the audacity to denigrate the people she wants to represent by referring to the state as the “meth lab of democracy” might want to note that…
As a 12-year veteran of search & rescue, I concur with this and sadly can also confirm that people who try to bushwhack it to civilization have died in the process. Your vehicle will be easily spotted from the air if searchers are looking for you. This, of course, assumes that someone is looking for you. The woman who…
This is also an interesting test on confirmation bias. Consider the following: Would you vote for a man who was a decorated war hero, vegetarian, non-smoker, drinks an occasional beer and never cheated on his wife ?
Have you noticed that there is only one group of people able to hear the dog whistles, decypher the “code words”, and demonstrate remarkable fluency in the “language”?
“Radical environmentalists are using front groups to buy influence on Facebook and it’s all legal.”
FTFY.
Or it could be for the simplest reason of all: you and your partner aren’t as attractive as you were. I’ll give you an scenario: The other night, for some weird reason, I had a dream about this girl I dated once about 20+ years ago. Hadn’t seen her in about that amount of time. Out of curiosity, I looked her up on…
Sadly, our Back Country unit rescues Boy Scout troops more often than you’d think. Basically not following the 7 Ps on the intended route.
Probably the best use for all those AOL CDs.
How about not using the word “sorry” unless you really mean it and are going to make things right? One of my pet peeves is use of the phrase “I’m sorry but...” No, you’re not sorry. And when your voice goes up in the middle of saying the word “sorry” e.g. sORry, that’s not sorry.
It’s called the 21-foot Rule. Running backwards is wrong. You will trip over something or your own feet. The key is to sidestep your opponent just before they get to you. Their forward momentum will carry them past you giving you more time to get on target.
As a 12-year veteran of SAR, one of the most important things to do is stay on the goddamn trail. No, you won’t get a better cell signal if you just climb to the top of that hill. No, a shortcut through the bushes won’t save you time. Chances are that the trail avoids a major hazard such as a slot canyon or steep…
When exactly does “not being discriminated against” become “gets special treatment”? And when does accepting other people’s niche identity become and imposition on every other person?