I think part of the problem here is semantics Definitions.

What does "hacking our election" mean?

It is widely acknowledged that there is no evidence that the Russians accessed our voting machines to change votes. If your definition of "hacking" is interference with computers and their outputs, then yes, there is no hacking by Russians.

But if you are a person who isn't careful with original meanings of words, and use words in a new way to speak in short cuts -- then you will use the word "hack" to mean mess with. Change. A life "hack" for example. And there is plenty of proof that there was a concerted effort on the part of the Russians to plant false stories, fake news, to try and influence the election. That Americans were doing it too, for either political purposes or just to make some sweet easy advertising money, doesn't change the fact that there was this specific effort.

As for "confirmation bias" -- yeah. You got some, enoch. Every time anyone sets up an argument in such black and white terms, that is evidence of confirmation bias.

The world is gray, and messy, and not black and white. To try to make it so is deepening a manufactured divide.

And both sides do it. And have done it for a long time.

Because sound bites work. Slogans work.

Fight back against black and white thinking.

I found out through two incidents in as many days (back-to-back) which happened while working on a contract job on a state highway outside of Newton, Kansas back in the summer of 2002 of an imprinted and innate capacity to "switch-on" in the most dire of circumstances while others on the crew either went into pre-shock or became completely functionless.

Two accidents. two days inna row during our road closures on a dangerous highway fulla truckers trying to beat tolls on the interstate and take the short cut:...both days, 18-wheelers in cruise control blew thorough the closures and caused major fatalities. I was one of 4 people on the crew to switch into rescue and control-mode, when the rest of the world nutted-up. Had state police thinking I was EMS already on the scene...(in my flagman uniform)....Did not know I had it in me, it simply happened. Exhausted me but I had no post-traumatic inabilities the next days, went back to work after the first accident when a couple of guys burned to death with no jaws of life there to save them...did all i could for the victims and my fellow crewmen after.

Next day, assumed flagman position (after having worked on on the main crew having handed my fagging position over to a greenhorn) and another accident, fully-loaded gravel truck was struck by a another 18-wheeler hauling two butane trucks...commanded the scene and kept a woman form going into shock by taking control...5 fatalities when the truck simply compacted two car-fulls of peeps into the back of a fully-loaded gravel truck in the front of the flag line.

I was one of the only people there with my wits about me-Guess I was there for a reason.

I have been in a lot of accidents i simply walked-away from-God works in mysterious ways with the damnedest of sorts.

You want a guy like me around for any potential shit-storm maybe??

Good point, when she mentioned studies on "resistance" I was skeptical they could really be equated with difficult clothing. And, while I think this would probably do more good than harm, there are some worrying scenarios. For example they say it could protect unconscious women from having their shorts cut away. But a prolonged knife attack on super tight fitting shorts sounds like it would result in lots of cutting.

I believe there needs to be more docs like this. Even short cuts like the one we are seeing. The glamor the porn industry wants us to believe needs to be put in balance with the reality that can only be taught by these clips - and lots of them.

I know there may be fully responsible adults out there filming scenes in a safe manor, but for every one of those, there is another group abusing the participants that we never hear about.

>> ^shole:

I'll never understand the appeal of these videos.
Patience does not equal skill.
If they did it in one go I'd be properly impressed, but the works of Shakespeare can be produced by a monkey on a keyboard given enough time.
I'm impressed that they didn't get kicked out for messing around in the hall.


Your point about Shakespearean monkeys works against your 'not impressive' conclusion imo, namely due to it potentially taking billions of trillions of years to achieve this goal, to which most monkeys and experiment evaluators do not have thus any short cuts are beneficial.

Specific reason being that because they put in the time and effort to achieve these mostly useless skills and video tape said skills, i now have a realistic idea of what the result would have been had i wasted my time on this task. So I'm impressed by my having gained the knowledge of the result of such endeavors without spending the much larger amount of time that is otherwise required, compared to just over 3 mins. Given a roughly estimated 80 years of life each if we're lucky, i think a few seconds of being impressed with their efforts is a reasonable position to take.

2:48 I liked that one

If I had to drive over that enough, I think I'd just put some filler between the bumps, so I could go over slow to stay on the filler strip I put in and not knock my teeth out trying to go over the bumps.

If they are cheap speed bumps done after the road was put in, you can remove them with a square shaped shovel with a good edge on the front and a little prying. If they are more expensive/substantial they are either put in when the road was and very hard to separate or tarred down.

They started putting these plastic little hard speed bumps in grocery stores people would drive through as short cuts. They are just hard pieces of plastic with 2-3 pins they hammer into the asphalt....the pins stay and the rest of the block would usually break apart in just a few months. They are terrible to drive over and tend to get caught up in the underside of cars when they were starting to fall apart....... they stopped using those completely in just a year.


And that's a really bad place for speed bumps, if it was on a wider section of road you could angle your vehicle a little so you're not hitting with two wheels at the same time and jarring the hell out of yourself. It forces you to slow down so you're not swerving all over trying to get angled up to it, but doesn't wear out your car as bad or jolt you. Im sure emergency vehicles go in the out lane when they need to go into that neighborhood.

i give this guy super kudos for the follow up video he posted up on youtube. We all make mistakes. I've cleaned up freak accidents. A short cut shot like this makes him look like a novice. Clicking on the follow up link, he owes up to his mistake and urges others to take caution.

I have respect for that.

btw, f youtube.

>> ^kronosposeidon:

Here's some more nightmare fuel for you (it might even be the same cave, but I'm not sure):
This stuff is scary enough dry, but they flood so often. Last few years I've heard a bunch of stories in Ireland of people getting caught in these places as they fill up with water....


About 15 years ago when i was fresh out of high school and didnt consider consequences, like death and such, I went with some friends to a cave just outside of Ocala, Florida. After being in there for hours (we started in around midnight, and came out around 5am), we decided to take the 'short cut' out. The short cut involved going through a hole just like this one.

A hole where I actually had to dig some sand away just to fit through it. When I inhaled too much, I was totally pinned in. I had to stay calm, and take half breaths or I was stuck. It was THE scariest position Ive ever been in. Needless to say, I will never go caving again without an expert. And even then I will think real hard about it.

You know, a fresh coat of paint, better looking wood stalls, and some germanic ancestory sellers there, and I'd thought it was a Texas gun show. Not much of a difference between the seller's and those I've seen at some gun shows. And the prices aren't to off either...

Seriously, if your going to make an arguement for or against, showing stastics that heavily favor your arguement will never win over the other side.

If firearms did deter crime, why is crime still taking place in those areas? Last I checked, a firearm can't protect you from identity theft, nor a chemical spill. They do not protect you from guys on Wall Street, selling you a derviatives future contract that will ulimately fail, cus they engineered it to fail (i.e. Goldman Sachs). Or your business of shrimp, cus some group of idiots short-cutted design plans that spills 18K of oil barrels/day.

Yes, a firearm would protect me, when some mugger attacks to. So would my man-eating dog, platoon of USMC's, or Ashbringer (WoW sword). So to, to being observant of the enviroment and hence, not walking in to an ambush in the first place!

I believe this is the guy whose roommates were out of town or had moved out. He was there alone and decided he could go naked since no one else in the house is there to care. The story I read claimed the lady was taking a short cut through the yard (IE not on the sidewalk) and saw him naked.

I just say, if the roles were reversed...lady was in her house making coffee, guy was walking by the house taking his daughter to school. And let's just say he decided he was going to call the cops on her for it...who would be in trouble? My vote is on the guy, calling the cops to report the crime is basically him admitting to being a peeping tom...the only possible redeeming thing is if he had a female child with him instead of a male child....and even then they'd probably charge the guy with corrupting a minor by taking them out peeping.

I believe the lady should absolutely be taken to court over it and let a jury decide if she was innocently looking into people's homes. Her charge cost the guy his job, caused problems with custody on his child, and will probably affect his public image for a long time even though he was eventually found not guilty. Just because this lady decided it was cool to go looking into people's windows. If he was up in the window playing with himself, she wouldn't have stood around and flipped him off...she'd be high tailing it down the street to get away from the sicko. She was just causing problems for the guy, and maybe nudity was just a convenient way to do so.

I must disagree with Vidal. Lying to people about their departed loved ones is not doing them a service, it is not being a good human being. Perhaps I'm misinterpreting what he said, because it doesn't match up with the rest of what he said.

There is a fundamental disconnect going on with the religious attitude toward death. On the one hand, the afterlife is set up to be this wonderful place where everybody is happy, rewarded for living a good life. Paradise. But on the other hand, the fear of death is nearly universal. If there really are so many people out there believing in God and Heaven, then why is there a persistent and intense fear of death?

This is why I maintain that the vast majority of people who claim to be religious, don't actually believe what they think they believe. They haven't thought it through. If they did believe, they would be looking forward to death like the greatest Christmas present ever possible, but it's not quite time to open the box yet. That is not the attitude I see in the world.

So instead of guiding a person through the stages of grief, a religious person tries to short-cut by telling the griever that their loved one isn't really dead. Perhaps it is a comforting thought, for the moment, but it conflicts with the obvious gut level knowledge that the person is out of our lives forever. So maintaining this split between reality and the fantasy that the person is still alive somehow, just not physically present, only serves to prolong and deepen the grieving process. I can easily conjure up the mental image of the deeply religious widow who is simply grieving for the rest of her life.

That is not a real comfort. That is not really helping.

lets see..
so spring 2001 i must be 18...
my 2 best lady friends and i are leaving some function in downtown fort worth.. 2 am...
we get side swiped by this ass in a broken hyundai that promptly speeds off that
leaves us with a disabled vehicle on the northside (ooo thats the scary side where all the brown people live) of downtown at 2 am. police are called.
we sit on the curb to wait.

a hideous 1981 lincoln pulls up beside us, it was previously driving the wrong way down a one way street for quite some time.

road wolf steps out. unlaced combat boots, one sock, shredded shorty short cut off jeans, worn, greasy, smell molly hatchet shirt. coarse gray beard, dirty face, insane head of long gray hair. about 5'8" semi-girthy...

he is come to save the day. he cant leave 3 lovely young ladies alone on a dangerous street corner in the middle of the night. he will wait with us until the police arrive.

being the outgoing chatty one of the 3 who thinks everyone is great and should be welcomed warmly into my life without an ounce of foresight or thought. i procede to engage in fascinating conversation with road wolf, while my lady friends see exactly so clearly what will happen next. as they are blessed with foresight and haven taken an accurate account of my personal history.

i learn that road wolf lives in his car with 3 delightfully smelly stray dogs, 5 pots, 2 pans, 10 cans of beans, 4 changes of clothes, 2 canteens, 1 case of dog food, 1 can opener, 1 mug, 1 spoon, 1 fork, 3 blankets, and a quart of oil.

road wolf learns that i live in an old house by the university with some friends and work at a coffee shop near by.

he has apparently just been released from a mexican prison for killing a federali. he left behind his beautiful latin love. his heart is broken. but he is pissed the fuck off at some albanian coke dealers. they have done something terrible. they took off to san antonio and set up their headquarters there. FUCK THOSE ALBANIAN COKE DEALERS. he is waiting for some guns to arrive from his cuban friends, then he is taking off to san antonio to KILL THOSE FUCKING ALBANIANS.

instead of sounding paranoid and bizzarre to me, it sounds LIKE A GRAND ADVENTURE TO HAVE. road wolf wants to take me with him i say FUCK YEAH ROAD WOLF LETS KILL THOSE FUCKING ALBANIANS. i learn that he also hates the fuck out of castro and in his youth was hired by the mexican government to assisinate him. he failed. was humilatiated. and has vowed revenge. WHY THE FUCK NOT HOP ON A TRAIN TO SAN ANTONIO, SHOOT SOME FUCKING ALBANIAN COKE DEALERS IN THE FUCKING FACE THEN TAKE OFF TO CUBA AND ATTEMPT TO ASSISINATE CASTRO??!?!!? WHY THE FUCK NOT?!??! 18 year old bea thinks this an extremely amusing adorable conversation. and sooo excited to have made a fascinating new friend. with an irrestible combination of love and rage. perception and madness.

my friends settle up business with the cops, and drag me away from road wolf relunctantly. but not before he hugs me tight and kisses me passionately.

when we get home my friends have to inform me that road wolf is insane and our idea to run away together is fucking insane. and will never happen. he is a paranoid old bum and i am to forget that ever happened. he will not remember once his crack high wears off. ... ok.....

2 days later road wolf shows up at the coffee shop i work at with a trunk full of guns. apparently his shorts are even shorter this time and his shirt has been cut off at the waist. he informs the kids working the shop that he is here to see me "shes not working today" ..."ohh.. well i got all dressed up and combed my hair for her, were going to san antonio, ill just wait here" so the crazy crackhead bum spends several hours in the upscale yuppie coffee house offending people. and i get angry phone calls from my friends at the shop.

road wolf continues to show up at the coffee house either while im not working or have been forced to hide in the back room by friends who have more sense than i.

this goes on for about 2 weeks until road wolf shows up the shop i get a call at home (btw my home at this point is also where all the baby crusty train hopping punk kids hang out and sleep), so back to the phone call, work dude calls me "whos over there right now?" "ahren, josh, grayson,etc" "does ahren have his shank on him?" (ahren=boyfriendishlikebutnotreeeeaalllydude at the time) "sure..." " get them down here right the fuck and now have them take out road wolf once and for all"

jesus fuck, so me and the boys load into the car and drive to coffee shop upon arrival we see 2 police cars surrounding a naked road wolf.

he had apparently decided it was a grand idea to strip naked and smoke crack on the patio of the coffee shop.

road wolf was hauled off to jail and i never saw him again...

and noone had to get bum shanked in an epic hobo battle for my love.
xoxo
bea

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In reply to this comment by Xax:
Strange that they'd use a bunch of transvestites in the commercial, but hey, whatever gets peoples' attention.

"Wait'll ya taste 'em!"

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Fascinating, and I'm intrigued, but also... 20 MINUTES? Oh come on...

Also, that's some seriously high fat content bacon there, not much pink meat by the looks... what's wrong with short cut, rindless bacon?