The first time was like shitting the bed. It was an unpleasant mess for everyone involved, but potentially forgivable, assuming the mess was cleaned up.

The second time is smearing shit on the walls.

Charlie Kirk, who leads the pro-Trump youth group Turning Point USA, called it “the embodiment of the downfall of the American family.”

Fox News host Jesse Waters told viewers that his wife secretly voting for Harris would be tantamount to her “having an affair.”

Yeah! A woman’s place is in the kitchen, not the voting booth! How dare they suggest that my wife not vote as I tell her to. /s

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. How squeaky clean must the guy be if the worst thing you can say about him is “oMg hE’S tOo oLD to PLay vIDEo gAMeS!!1”

Absolutely solid VP pick

So am I honestly, but to be fair, that place was a dump.

The foundations were subsiding, so the whole flat was on a pretty significant lean. I’m not exaggerating when I say it was easily 5 degrees off level. Think Lilly and Marshall’s apartment in HIMYM.

The building itself was 3 stories. I was on 2nd, and the 3rd was completely uninhabitable due to the roof being swiss cheese. I knew I was about to get kicked out when the ceiling started leaking in my bedroom whenever it rained.

I could go on and on. The electrics were sketchy, my toilet leaked into the downstairs kitchen, etc etc etc. It really was trash, and would have probably cost millions to repair.

The tree itself was causing structural issues as well. It’s hard to explain, so I’ve attached an aerial view. (You might need to view it on my instance.) The grey line was a concrete retaining wall for the grassy terrace thing. You can see that the tree was right up against the house, further damaging it. I’ve also tried to illustrate what it was doing to the stairs so you can get an idea of what it was like.

All in all, I understand why it had to go, but it still makes me sad. And not just because the flat was so cheap I could afford to live by myself in my 20s, 5 minutes from the CBD

I used to live in a rickety flat that had a single old creaky staircase to get up to the front door, and a little grassy terrace area. Only I really ever used the grassy bit. The stairs had a pohutakawa tree growing essentially right through them, making walking up or down them hazardous. Especially when drunk.

I would not classify that period of my life to be “happy” by any stretch, but that tree signified being “home.” It was like the guardian to my space. A physical barrier between me and the shitshow that was the rest of the world at that time. An almost literal gatekeeper (many people were too scared to walk up the stairs lol)

Added bonus, year end holidays, and the height of summer were vividly and brightly different thanks to the red needles they drop everywhere around that time.

It wasn’t until the landlord told me he was planning to have it cut down, and I had an almost physical reaction that I realized how much I loved that tree. I managed to convince him not to have it cut down until after I’d left.

Both the tree and the flat are now gone. A multi million dollar new build is there now.

I remember the Wallace & Gromit doco about this…

redistribute his assets to his employees everyone

His fortune could fund UBI for a looong time

It was an opinion piece by one of the editors

It seems like no matter which way this election goes, it’s going to be an absolute shit show. (which is no excuse to not vote, just so we’re clear)

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THERE… ARE… THREE… R’s IN STRAWBERRY

I do worry about that.

It theoretically shouldn’t be a problem here. We’re listed as each others primary emergency contacts, and we’ve been together longer than 2 years, which over here grants you most of the same privileges as marriage anyway. So it hopefully won’t be an issue. I just hope we never have to test that.

Actually, where I know it will matter is if one of us had to die unexpectedly, but that can be negated by just having a proper will drawn up… which, come to think of it, we should really do…

My partner is not a girl, she’s a woman, and she more than a friend to me. She is my partner in life. So yes, it is more formal than “girlfriend.” That’s the point.

And no, I won’t marry her. We’re not religious, and we don’t believe the government should have any input in our relationship. We’ll happily have a ceremony, but she will still be my partner at the end of it.

So no change then

The mindset of the whole Israeli government is pretty astounding. It’s like they feel entitled to do what they’re doing, and anyone who vaguely hints at “maybe genocide isn’t your strongest play?” is vilified. Israel is always the victim, no matter who or what is being done. It has strong “the left stole the election” vibes

I don’t like this timeline. How do I get back to the one where the monopoly man had a monocle?

Didn’t that come from 4chan? The pooper of the internet? No wonder it was filled with sharpies

If they are capable of giving consent, they are capable of activating the system themselves.

You’re thinking of a big red push button, but a button can be a pad that you bite down on, or a eye twitch activated electrode, or any number of things.

The important thing is they initiate the process themselves, so that they have the option to withdraw consent as easily as they gave it.

True consent is not immutable.

It’s assisted in the sense that a doctor can help them insert an IV, load up the correct drugs, make sure they understand the procedure, and monitor to ensure it goes smoothly, but the patient themselves need to press the button that releases the drugs (or nitrogen in the sarco pods case)

He didn’t say murder was in the genes, he said your ass looks killer in those jeans!