Honestly even two parties would be an improvement over what we currently have.

Been a vegetarian for a while, but here’s a hot dog tip from my past:

Stick a skewer down the center, then use a knife and sort of barbershop pole around it. Then deep fry it. Then remove the skewer. You’ll be left with a corkscrew shaped hotdog of unparalleled crispy goodness. Maximum surface area. Nooks and crannies galore.

Though, my ideal hotdog is a classic beef dog on a classic plain bun, with boring old ketchup and mustard. I feel like the quality of the hotdog experience is more about circumstances than execution.

No.

NYPD has a field office in Kfar Saba. So, possibly more pertinent than it should be.

Fair enough. It still went on for a decade though. At the end of the day, how are you going to say “no” to a cop with an assault rifle?

I’m not so sure. They had plenty of time for stop and frisk:

In 2016, a reported 12,404 stops were made under the stop-and-frisk program. The stop-and-frisk program has previously taken place on a much wider scale. Between 2003 and 2013, over 100,000 stops were made per year, with 685,724 people being stopped at the height of the program in 2011.

The program also became the subject of a racial-profiling controversy. Ninety percent of those stopped in 2017 were African-American or Latino, mostly aged 14–24. By contrast, 54.1% of the population of New York City in 2010 was African-American or Latino; however, 74.4% of individuals arrested overall were of those two racial groups.

I don’t know, tow trucks still use gas, so they may still suffer some knock on effects.

Unfortunately at this point it may be us with the misapprehensions about what it is exactly that their job is. I don’t think they work for us anymore.

The country was in peril; he was jeopardizing his traditional rights of freedom and independence by daring to exercise them.

• Catch-22, Joseph Heller

I think it was so successful because of how solid the song is. As soon as you hear that aggressive drum intro the song is so catchy that it all appears at once in your head.

Sure, I’ll just quit my job and travel the 4500 km to Washington DC, then I will stand outside and yell across the lawn to him that “I demand satisfaction!”, and when he walks down to the fence to talk to me I’ll challenge hin to a duel.

You can just jam a ballpoint pen through most zippers then zip back over it to reclose leaving the lock undisturbed.

Smart people make things good, people forget what bad is, bad people take advantage of good people, bad people subjugate good people, good people do something smart, repeat.

Well, strictly speaking, if your location didn’t change you’d be transported into empty space. So you wouldn’t have very much to worry about for long.

For real?

I mean, there’s already the one guy they sent by “mistake” and "can’t get back."But frankly, without due process, everyone they’re sending are “non criminals”, which is weird way to say “people who should be presumed innocent until found guilty 8n a court of law by a jury of their peers.”

More like the gelded age.

Christofascists don’t take anything literally, they do frequently take things narrowly though. And where this narrow focus is trained shifts around dependent of their desired outcome.

It should have never been close enough the first time for gamesmanship. And regardless, it’s academic. The first time he was an unknown quantity. This second time is completely unforgivable. We have sleep walked into the second term with absolutely no excuses.

If America were drowning, and a woman offered to throw them a life preserver, America would rather wait for a man to help instead and die. Perfect candidates? Maybe not. But both Clinton and Harris were abundantly qualified, and we chose, CHOSE, a dictator, an unapologetic misogynist, a criminal, a failed business man, a known Epstein associate, the playboy of the 80s, a bona fide piece of shit, instead, the same one, TWICE, even after his absolutely chatoic first term. I don’t want to die due to the ignorance of others, but it’s tough to argue we don’t deserve it.