It’s some of column A, some of column B. Although most of the ‘democrats blame white people for everythin’ actually is messaging from the right wing media. Nonetheless, the reason it works is that there’s kernel of truth that the left needs to understand better. Things like ‘there’s no such thing as racism against whites’ and ‘white guys are born on 3rd’ need to be seen as divisive and counter productive.
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12 / 2(6)
And trying to argue this is 36.
Yes, possibly. It’s the same thing. Universe is expanding and depending on how fast and how much mass, it may keep expanding or reach a point and start contracting. Either way, it’s not static right now which the fudge factor was trying to artificially model.
Cool. But for God’s sake don’t run python code from the internet, that’s such a huge security risk,
It works as a metric thing: “54 nD in a 46nD zone”.
(nano Dumbass)
There’s some good bunker buster potential too there.
Not unless you have something to alter the trajectory in flight.
Eat unhealthily.
Meat’s back on the menu tonight!
Pollination isssues.
You killed the bees.
We’re all gonna die.
I’ve only seen the first few, but it seems like a space based soap opera ffs. What were they thinking - ‘let’s bring in a Q for a random stupid episode, and then a malfunctioning holo deck - because those are always the worst plots from tng’ ?
There was a thing a while back where people made poetry for dogs. The idea was to use word sounds that dogs would recognize to keep them interested (or mess with them, depending on how you look at it). I can’t find it now on google as all that comes up is dog poetry, but luckily AI is good for stuff like this so it’s easy to create now:
A Chant for Wagging Shadows
The garden situates softly, where violets all stay,
Through comer ants heeling by, dawn brightens the day.
A sparrow awaits near the downpouring stream,
Its treaty of feathers in ballads that gleam.
The children proclaim in their good-hearted cheer,
That walkways and rides will keep mem’ries near.
The carriage rolls onward; the bedtime bells ring,
Soft shadowaits murmur, and no robins sing.
The oak’s downward branches hold comefort in shade,
While sittars and stayplights in hush tones are played.
At dusk the moon’s heel drifts o’er comepass and sky,
With treatures of silver where good wishes lie.
I thought it was some cat.
100 degrees Celsius is defined as the boiling point at exactly _1.0 atmospheric pressure _
It says it’s so massive they orbit a common point outside the sun. Smaller planets don’t have their common point outside the sun.
Of course it’s not really ‘liberals’ saying that. It’s a relatively small but loud pool of ignorant left wing radicals. And it’s amplified by the right wing media who use this to disenfranchise people from the left. And so we end up with authoritarian right wing policies that cripple us way more than anything the left does.