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We are currently clean on OPSEC.

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry at the sheer ineptitude of these fucking Nazis.

You can launch to sun-synchronous orbits at all parts of the year. The satellite will orbit around once per 24 hours and so return to the same place at the same time everyday. So you just have to match when you launch with the time of day.

Neither is Norway or Georgia, yet their languages are on here.

It’s Swedish?

500 kr is the exact amount of cash you need at very specific vendors, the only place where they don’t do swish at all 🍃

Yeah, eductors are like super expensive, not available for regular mice.

It’s a dream.

https://youtu.be/5Hpgu7wSUQQ

That’s clearly a rat.

There is a good legal eagle video on this. I mean good as in it explains this in detail, not good as in it made me understand what’s up and what’s down, because I still have no clue…

It’s worth noting that unlike Civilization games, you can’t just magically turn saved money into military power. Like, there is a limited supply of equipment until production ramps up. But of course you are right that bigger investments are super necessary.

I mean he can just fire all employees and withhold all money. I know it’s unconstitutional, yes, but that doesn’t mean anything anymore.

Probably more related to the god-awful infrastructure design in the US, like stroads and an unfathomable tendency to use stop signs for a lot of things they are just not fit for, like to replace speed bumps, chicanes, and roundabouts.

Also the better comparable statistic should be deaths per distance traveled in cars.

I was hoping this would be here.

I took a picture at the exact same place when I was there a year ago. I would definitely recommend going there and to Morocco in general, was a great experience.

1. We should not be calling anyone that word, it’s an ableist slur.
2. Andreas is not American, he’s a Danish ESA astronaut who has been working as a liaison between ESA and NASA for the last decade.

Basically this:

I was shooting heroin and reading “The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police cruiser when a call came in. I put a quarter in the radio to activate it. It was the chief.

“Bad news, detective. We got a situation.”

“What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?”

“Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.”

The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that? Bitcoins are the ultimate currency: virtual, anonymous, stateless. They represent true economic freedom, not subject to arbitrary manipulation by any government. Do we have any leads?”

“Not yet. But mark my words: we’re going to figure out who did this and we’re going to take them down … provided someone pays us a fair market rate to do so.”

“Easy, chief,” I said. “Any rate the market offers is, by definition, fair.”

He laughed. “That’s why you’re the best I got, Lisowski. Now you get out there and find those bitcoins.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m on it.”

I put a quarter in the siren. Ten minutes later, I was on the scene. It was a normal office building, strangled on all sides by public sidewalks. I hopped over them and went inside.

“Home Depot™ Presents the Police!®” I said, flashing my badge and my gun and a small picture of Ron Paul. “Nobody move unless you want to!” They didn’t.

“Now, which one of you punks is going to pay me to investigate this crime?” No one spoke up.

“Come on,” I said. “Don’t you all understand that the protection of private property is the foundation of all personal liberty?”

It didn’t seem like they did.

“Seriously, guys. Without a strong economic motivator, I’m just going to stand here and not solve this case. Cash is fine, but I prefer being paid in gold bullion or autographed Penn Jillette posters.”

Nothing. These people were stonewalling me. It almost seemed like they didn’t care that a fortune in computer money invented to buy drugs was missing.

I figured I could wait them out. I lit several cigarettes indoors. A pregnant lady coughed, and I told her that secondhand smoke is a myth. Just then, a man in glasses made a break for it.

“Subway™ Eat Fresh and Freeze, Scumbag!®” I yelled.

Too late. He was already out the front door. I went after him.

“Stop right there!” I yelled as I ran. He was faster than me because I always try to avoid stepping on public sidewalks. Our country needs a private-sidewalk voucher system, but, thanks to the incestuous interplay between our corrupt federal government and the public-sidewalk lobby, it will never happen.

I was losing him. “Listen, I’ll pay you to stop!” I yelled. “What would you consider an appropriate price point for stopping? I’ll offer you a thirteenth of an ounce of gold and a gently worn ‘Bob Barr ‘08’ extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirt!”

He turned. In his hand was a revolver that the Constitution said he had every right to own. He fired at me and missed. I pulled my own gun, put a quarter in it, and fired back. The bullet lodged in a U.S.P.S. mailbox less than a foot from his head. I shot the mailbox again, on purpose.

“All right, all right!” the man yelled, throwing down his weapon. “I give up, cop! I confess: I took the bitcoins.”

“Why’d you do it?” I asked, as I slapped a pair of Oikos™ Greek Yogurt Presents Handcuffs® on the guy.

“Because I was afraid.”

“Afraid?”

“Afraid of an economic future free from the pernicious meddling of central bankers,” he said. “I’m a central banker.”

I wanted to coldcock the guy. Years ago, a central banker killed my partner. Instead, I shook my head.

“Let this be a message to all your central-banker friends out on the street,” I said. “No matter how many bitcoins you steal, you’ll never take away the dream of an open society based on the principles of personal and economic freedom.”

He nodded, because he knew I was right. Then he swiped his credit card to pay me for arresting him.

First recorded in 1920–25; from Greek eidētikós, equivalent to eîd(os) eidos + -ētikos -etic

— Dictionary.com

So this word is actually younger than the camera it seems like.

This is Trump being mad at the situation regarding Eric Adams’ trial and the refusal of the SDNY to drop the prosecution without prejudice in a quid pro quo scheme. They are trying to avoid people putting the constitution before the word of the Supreme Leader in the future.