Sessions is like the captive in Plato’s Cave, except instead of shadows on the wall he just sees an endless parade of elderly WASPs with the same opinions he has.
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I like snakes in general but I did have one rear up and lunge at me out of the tall grass once.
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The first one reminds me very much of a tale a college friend of mine had about driving through Nevada with his family. (in the early 80s) Nighttime and they were stopped at one of those wide spot in the road gas stations to fuel up and stretch. Out at the very edge of the pool of light from the station a car rolled…
I feel like this is the plot of the worst romance novel ever. Imagine all the sex scenes from the “marry/fuck an aristocrat” sub-genre, but with a shriveled 70 year old goat instead of a virile young rake.
On the bright side if you do pop out an heir for him you have a good chance of being able to raise him as an actual human being after Jerkface Von Wattle-neck has kicked off.
Is it sad that I’ve never heard that expression before but knew exactly what it was referring to?
Using the same methodology I’m going to submit a proposal for public financing of my shop that will sell roleplaying games and host Magic; the Gathering tournaments and wargaming. I plan on having enough seating for 62 players, whom I estimate will be the 62 richest billionaires on the planet. I will further estimate…
I love the fact that he “teaches” wine tasting, something that’s widely known to be completely made up bullshit.
Many years ago (around 2000) an unstable guy showed up at my library waving a gun around. (turned out to be a toy but nobody knew until the cops got there) The one black gal on staff was on the ground, putting hard cover between herself and the guy, yelling “GUN!” and getting to the phone to hit 911 before any of her…
I’ve noticed that same thing here in the midwest, a sudden increase in guys driving new black SUVs doing stupid shit while staring at a map app. It took a while for me to get clued in and start looking for the window stickers.
It’s stored in the same part of your brain that replays old advertising jingles at 3am.
Thank you, I could not for the life of me remember the title of the movie, I just (poorly) recall the line about the tape containing the evidence having been “accidentally” exposed to “A powerful magnetic field.”
I’ve always said that a suspect who’s running directly away from you is the most dangerous. Any second they’ll kick in their black superspeed, run all the way around the planet and BAM, get you from behind.
He didn’t use a pistol, he had an M-4 carbine, a rifle. He was half a football field away, IIRC in cover behind his car when he sprayed 3 rounds into the general area of the bad man with the scary toy.
See? Technology does make us more efficient at our jobs. Back in my day the cops had to go to the work of coming up with a reason why a powerful electromagnet would just happen to end up in the same room where they stored the VHS tapes containing evidence of misconduct. This is much quicker.
The problem with trying to talk to that sort of cop and express your disagreement with how they handled a suspect is that even if you go out of your way to wait until you’re in private to say “WTF Frank, I had the guy! You didn’t need to play punter with his head!” He’s going to get defensive and angry, and he’s going…
Yeah that’s basically what happened when a family friend offered his help and pickup truck to pull a stump at my place to save money. He tried to yank it with a tow strap and shrugged off my doubts about the possible failure of said strap. It broke, the metal buckle shot into his windshield and cracked it, he retired…