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I had a 14h day, working outdoors in the mountains, and got completely sunburnt despite LSF30 and, subsequently 50.
Then I came to 127.0.0.1 and checked the news. The US are on par with Nicaragua and Syria: they don’t want to be part of the Paris Agreement of the UNFCCC.
This burns even more.
I guess being on par with Liberia and Myanmar wasn’t good enough.
Hey, at least our military budget is still as high as that of the next 8 countries combined! (Or is it 9?)
8 in imperial, 9 in metric.
Donald Trump Announces U.S. to Withdraw from Metric System
“The world is built in inches and feet. To keep America First, I’ll protect our workers from a system from Paris. American workers need American rulers!”
I was thinking on par with African Warlords but hey what does it matter?
Trump’s giant Fuck You to the future. Listening to his voice as he announces it, he may as well be giving a double bird to the world.
FUCK TRUMP AND EVERY ONE OF HIS GODDAMN INBRED SUPPORTERS!
Re:future, I really wonder what his grandchildren will think of this towards the end of their life. Given they are likely to be cocooned in something resembling a gilded dumpster on fire, with air conditioning and a deli delivery service, and the general advances in medical treatment, they might actually get very old. Let’s say we ask them around the beginning of the next century. They might still be able to argue a logically coherent line of thought then.
It’s 3:00 AM. Working.
Diversity themed yard signs are being stolen/removed in my neighborhood. There is just no limit to assholery.
A friend’s boyfriend got shot (he’ll be OK, but they can’t get the bullet out of his bone). She’s about two weeks shy of giving birth to their first child.
She’s strong, so she’s handling it, but she shouldn’t have to.
How or why did he get shot?
Not that it matters, it’s just scary to think about.
FIFA really need to look into why footballers keep having heart attacks while young, if they can spare a moment from being corrupt.
I don’t know. I didn’t ask. My guess is either in the process of being mugged or else being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
At least it wasn’t the police.
When I was 12, I was at my grandparents’ in Cicero watching TV and a bullet came right through the living room. That was the closest I’ve ever come to getting shot.
Yikes! So glad it didn’t hit you.
Had to kill a rat with a shovel in my driveway at 3AM last night, to put it out of its misery. Following that I had quite a lot to drink. Today I feel shitty on several levels.