Less naive question: how’s the stability?

I was genuinely more afraid that the EPA had decided to “literally regulate chemtrails,” because that would be an orders-of-magnitude greater validation to the morons than a clickbaity headline.

Sounds like a shitty arcade game I might have played in 1982.

Never met him, but his kindness and passion for what he did came through the screen clearly for...what, ten years?

created a separate Department of Transportation to reduce the likelihood of racially motivated traffic stops.

Same. I’m giving serious thought to quitting my job rather than going back to the office, because I’m dreading it so much.

Wooden ships don’t fly, but airplanes don’t get eaten by shipworms.

It shouldn’t be.  December 6 should be instead.  That’s when the 13th Amendment was ratified and slavery was ended.

DACA wasn’t an executive order. It was a DHS memo, establishing prosecutorial discretion.

Since this ridiculous belt/disc sander is the most dangerous tool I’ve ever owned, you would think that it’s a simple deduction to conclude I’ve never owned a chainsaw.  

Bought a belt-disc sander from HF a while back. First time I turned it on, it vibrated so badly it walked across the workbench.

Crossing state lines was terrifying. Like there was a giant bullseye on my car saying I was crossing and it wasn’t an essential worker.

Boeing must love this. With airlines cutting back services this much, and grounding large portions of their air fleets, Boeing has to be facing much less pressure to get the 737-Max in the air.

So I bet the person following was in on it with them

https://www.pooleshaffery.com/news/2014/december/a-crash-course-in-the-american-grand-jury-system/

There’s also the cancelled A-12 Avenger II, back in the ‘90s.

We’re going to be in a depression anyway. Supply chains are completely fucked right now, which is driving a decline in production (because manufactures can’t reliably ship what they produce).

I read the headline, and thought “This can only be from the gloriously warped mind of Torchinsky.”

But a quarter-mile down the road, the Yugo’s in pieces, while your Model T is still humming along like a riding lawn-mower.

I hate Mr. Harriot’s writing. Well...dislike it, and often disagree with it.