I prefer consuming chips orally. Potato or paint, I’m easy.

Oh shoot, I mentioned both… The first time is Black Lives Matter, the second time is Beerow Bureau of Land Management. Guess I should probably clean that up.

It’s glossed over in the article, but she’s already been released.

I don’t know if it’s part of trying to build a narrative or if they’re trying to whitewash her name, but Pam Hemphill (great last name) wasn’t just some old lady who got caught up in the moment. In fact, January 6th wasn’t even her first time storming a capitol; she was part of the mob that shattered the glass door at the Boise capitol a few months before J6.

This exposé lays a lot more bare about her time as “the unofficial videographer of the far-right in Idaho,” her harassment and scapegoating of BLM, and her early adoption of and ardent support for People’s Right Network. Of course, that’s the antigovernment militia founded by wanted, but not pursued, fugitive Ammon Bundy.

If the name “Bundy” sounds familiar to you and you’re not thinking about serial killers or sitcom characters, you’re probably recalling the ridiculous 2014 standoff between the Bundy family with their militia and the federal government due to Ammon’s brother getting fined for allowing his cows to graze on BLM-managed land.

Pam has known what she was doing for a few decades now, going all the way back to grifting recovering addicts with inflated credentials as a reference, to claiming her mother was an unknown serial killer of 30-40 immigrant infants which she claims were left to ferment in a wine vat. Private investigations have failed to find any truth to these claims.

While Hemphill may actually reject a Trump pardon or might have actually turned over a new leaf, Black Lives Matter leaders insofar regard her claims and behavior as performative and attention-seeking. They might have a point, considering the new mustang Pam bought in 2021 after creating a givesendgo campaign which she claimed was to fund “her lifestyle as a citizen journalist.”

sudo rm -rf ~/*

“Fuck y’all, I quit. Good luck with the crisis.”

I have a friend who was a project manager. He took the time to learn every platform used by his team, but held no pretenses that he could actually develop anything without the team. His main goal was filter all the horseshit from the stakeholders and higher-ups so that they wouldn’t overwhelm the team with minutia. By learning the platforms and observing the team developing, he could make accurate predictions on timeliness based on whatever arbitrary feature was being requested and he’d always answer “let me ask my team” before discussing deliverables if he wasn’t sure.

The number of times that he explained in meetings that’s the team’s timeline didn’t change, but that the stakeholders’ expectations did and that introduced a new additional timeline was incredible. It’s unsurprising that he only lasted a year or two before his bosses started pushing for a promotion. Seeing him work made mean bit jealous that I couldn’t be on his team, but we work at different companies and I don’t want to join the private sector if I can be of benefit to public education.

I asked AI and it said yes

David Coren’s wet and Robert’s Pattin’ some

When Bernie hits 88, we’re going to see some serious shit

^Please be GOOD shit…^

Man could pull a Steven Seagull

Say it’s impossible to choke him out and then shit himself?

Neigh

Poorly

This is the John Wick I want to see. Have an assassin come to kill him, but he’s so starstruck by Wick that he has to take the opportunity to socialize with him. John makes meals for his soon-to-be killer, lets the assassin help him work the land and tend to his animals.

Days turn to weeks turn to months. We learn that John Wick only keeps a snake gun around, no other armory; no opportunities to find out “could Wick still have held his own in the end.”

The assassin helps fake John’s death, then moves on with a new appreciating for patience and noticing the little things. The assassin then realizes how awful the association is that they work for. They become heartbroken and disillusioned. They move on, leaving the story open on whether they’re gonna take down their own employers.

Then, if the audience and studio wants another action movie, they can decide from there, leaving Keanu out of it. At most, he can be a cameo for where assassins go to relax and learn from each other. Wick can be kept safe by the constant flow of assassins visiting and seeking expanded horizons.

As a child, when parents were infallible, the only known options were that I was bad or that my parents didn’t love me. It was less painful to accept that I was bad, especially because the beatings, yelling, and isolation would have continued either way.

As an adult, I’ve learned that it’s possible that my parents just weren’t very good at being parents. While the compartmentalizing has become easier to perform, the emotional scars still take time to unravel

But what if I am bad?

Your farts are for myself? I collect weird things…

“It didn’t pass muster as much as gas” is now my favorite phrase of the week. I’m stealing that to throw in everyone’s faces and act all smug and sophisticated when I say it.

Behold my humor: subtle, confusing, and mostly for myself

I know that my comment deserved an “/s” since I was playing off of unclear pronouns and the article’s use of “virus-like,” but I felt that admitting that I was in on the joke undermined the humor. I stand by my choice and accept my downvotes for the chuckles.

Why would you want the mystery virus to reproduce?

Some tax loophole asshole?