That last sentence was beyond tough. It was stupid and, even worse, meaningless. The author writes this thoughtful, interesting post, and then just shits on it with a throw-away sentence at the end impugning a good person’s character. Awful.

Absolutely true. Huge yields make no sense in the era of precision munitions. Huge bombs are large, heavy, and difficult to deliver. They also aren’t very efficient, since most of the energy ends up going into the atmosphere. It’s much more effective to load 3 or more 1-MT range warheads on an ICBM so they can each…

Great episode. That “British guy” is Russian. They call Pickle Rick “Solenya,” which in the episode is identified as a mythical creature from a children’s tale. Solenya seems to derive from the Russian for salted pickles: Solenyi Ogrets (соленый огурец).

Greg Oden says.

You get all the Stars. And Stripes.

Otisburg?

Hold my beer.

This is exactly how disasters are avoided—by breaking the growing chain of mistakes or failures that lead to calamity. In so many accidents, there’s not just one failure. It’s often a failure, compounded by a human error or misinterpretation, multiplied by a confusion-causing event, and so on.

This is good kinja.

That play is an all-time classic. The guy doing the murdering there is Jadeveon Clowney, the most dominant defensive lineman in football. For whatever reason, Michigan decided to just... not block him. It was football incompetence at its zenith.

+1 Buckeyes

Except he left out the part where he wins the Super Bowl.

All my stars to you, sir.

Class 1 hitch and a bike rack/trailer. Done.

I got caught in a massive downpour in my old Jeep Wrangler TJ. No top, no doors, about 2 inches of water sloshing around on the floor. I had to keep wiping the windshield with a t-shirt so I could see. Every time I braked a wave of water would slop forward over my shoes. Other drivers were laughing their asses off.

I’m not scared of depreciation.

Hope you enjoyed it Cavs fans. Once next season is over you’re going to get a front row seat to a lesson in the Donald Sterling school of NBA team ownership.

100% agree. I got a manual Mazda 6 Touring for my wife, because I wanted a sharp handling, nicely-appointed sedan for the family. But the 6 is just too anemic. I’d have jumped on this Accord Fastback in a hot second.

Amen. I read this sentence in the article and nearly barfed:

Leaders and Breast. Amirite?