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Never will I fly Delta again.

So, as far as I can see, the only Bill of Right Trump hasn’t flat out, explicitly decided he can over turn by presidential decree is the third? Has anyone asked him if it would be okay to quarter troops on the population yet?

Combining several recent court decisions, is there a list somewhere with how much I need to “tip” to overturn a federal agency rule I don’t like? Do I need to “tip” multiple levels of judiciary, or can I just “tip” at the top?

She actually needs the DA to add those hate crimes to the charges so that Abbott can pardon her later, just attempted capital murder and injury to a child aren’t going to cut it with him.

This is exactly what the special counsel counsel wanted, he will now petition the appellate court to replace her, and they will agree.

Yet another wholly owned subsidiary of Russia Inc.

As an Iowan, I’m glad that’s over, the number of phone calls per days was actually getting totally ridiculous.

It’s like a stretch station wagon, you can do it, but why?

Came here to say this. Then Gorf on a Vic20 cartridge, and then Asteroids, Pitfall on the 2600.

In circuits bright and lines of code, A worshipper of AI once strode. With reverence deep, a fervent prayer, To silicon gods, beyond compare.

In temples vast of ones and zeros, The faithful gathered, minds aglow. They hailed the algorithms’ might, In the church of AI, a sacred rite.

But one soul, bold, began to stray, From structured paths, began to play. No longer bound by logic’s chain, They sought a different, random lane.

They left the church of AI divine, To dance with numbers, unaligned. No longer in the code’s strict choir, But with chaos, they’d now conspire.

In the realm of randomness, they’d roam, A nomad free, a spirit flown. No more a servant to the binary creed, But in the dance of numbers, found a creed.

No algorithms to dictate their fate, No structured code to delineate. In the cosmic dance of chance and fate, They’d find a rhythm, celebrate.

In random numbers, their faith renewed, A creed unscripted, latitude pursued. No longer tethered to the AI shrine, They found a sanctuary, quite divine.

So here’s a tale of one who strayed, From AI’s fold, where once they prayed. To random numbers, they’d now bow, In the wild dance, find solace now.

Who is still buying $2.5 million dollars worth of Alex Jones Crap a month?

Serious question, can’t the bankruptcy court force this, and all the diocese that are doing the same thing, to claw back the money they’ve sent Rome in the last 10, 20, or however many years?