There’s a chance that this is a fine parody of Musk apologists, and yet, on the chance that it isn’t, please do elaborate on how digging long tunnels through the earth is not, in fact, tantamount to “ruining the environment.”
There’s a chance that this is a fine parody of Musk apologists, and yet, on the chance that it isn’t, please do elaborate on how digging long tunnels through the earth is not, in fact, tantamount to “ruining the environment.”
It touches the fan’s hand. Absolutely. Watch the replays, specifically the first two shots in the video above. You will see the ball hit the backside of Betts’s glove and begin its downward trajectory toward earth. It then, almost immediately, collides with the forward-facing (side-facing to the camera’s view) palm of…
Correct me if I’m wrong here, but, like, isn’t this a public story because she chose to tell it in her book? In other words, if she hadn’t told the story in her book, it wouldn’t be a public narrative she’s having to deal with? And this basic bedrock fact is supporting evidence that her motivation is “calculated to…
Since you’re calling them Emma and Ryan, I’ll take this read as biased, whether the informal first-name-basis is real or delusional. In fairness, the write lapses into it too, with “Ariana and Nicki” in the last ‘graph.
+2 for the first, -2 for the follow-ups. Geez, man, try taking a walk, maybe. Breath some outside air. Get the blood pressure down.
Last year was the year I was finally turning my back. I’d succeeded to the extent that I was initially confused, one Sunday afternoon in late summer, when suddenly many of my friends were texting me at once. I realized, Oh, football... I stayed strong that afternoon! I didn’t tune in! Next week the same thing...
Read it again. See any clues? (Hint: verb tense.)
First, common ground: I still currently own a Duce Staley jersey. Cool.
I really hoped, from your post and your handle, that you were a just barely subtle troll account who posted snarky agreement to idiotic posts like the one above. Then I looked at your profile. Very disappointed now.
I’m sorry, man. I hate to jump in here, but, just... You’re an idiot. Or, okay, to be fair: you sound like an idiot. And also like you’ve never raised a child. And can’t really imagine what kids are like. And also don’t know about cognitive development milestones, in the abstract. Or maybe know nothing about cookies? A…
This smells of objectivist bullcrap. “Win” and “being better” are not synonymous. The winning team always wins. That’s the only objective truth about which team wins.