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Powered Descent posted:His accuser admitted he made it all up. Takei publicly forgave him. He did not retract his claim https://www.huffpost.com/entry/george-takei-accuser-walks-back-story-of-drugging-and-sexual-assault_n_5b0816a9e4b0802d69caa3f8, all of the articles that are saying he did came entirely from this singular observer article https://observer.com/2018/05/george-takei-accuser-scott-brunton-changed-his-story-of-drugs-assault/ where the author says that because Brunton said he didn't remember Takei specifically grabbing his genitals he wasn't actually sexually assaulted. Garrand has a new favorite as of 08:14 on Nov 30, 2020 |
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Mak0rz posted:Born in 1900? Not the worst, but not great either. My granddad was born In 1900! His father was a miner and his father before him was a miner. So he ran off to join the army aged 14 but they got his mum to come take him home. By age 15 the army turned a blind eye and let him join. He survived the war and the flu and went on to fight in WW2 as well. He survived that and left the army to work in a tar works until he died. He gave my dad 2 sage bits of advice, don't get tattoos and don't join the army. Theres a survivor bias thing when people think about the wars going on as well. Everyone thinks back and goes "oh yeah my granddad survived the war" so they think maybe it wasn't that bad. But that's only because a large number of these people only had kids after the war.
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# ? Nov 30, 2020 09:38 |
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Amazing https://twitter.com/FarleyP/status/1333107874520854530
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# ? Nov 30, 2020 14:06 |
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“rear end kicking” doing a lot of work here
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# ? Nov 30, 2020 14:27 |
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This thread has an infuriating lot of IOSM within. Brits unironically parroting the “what have the romans ever done for us” scene but for the Empire in India is my least favourite thing
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# ? Nov 30, 2020 14:33 |
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Henchman of Santa posted:https://twitter.com/jonbernhardt/status/1333229038706581505?s=21 My friend, you would not tell with such great zest To yourself ardent for some great glory The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro ideae stultae de anni praeteriti mori. (h/t BaldDwarf.) Also, I wish it had been true that the US wasn't involved in any military conflicts in the 50s and 60s into which he'd have been called back up.
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# ? Nov 30, 2020 15:03 |
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Henchman of Santa posted:Yes, but that’s not why are people are mad about it. Huh. That's why I'm mad about it. See their dainty refusal to use the word "lie" until late in the term.
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# ? Nov 30, 2020 17:16 |
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I love how that dude assumed he wouldn’t die in World War I (like so many 18-year-olds did) or the 1918-1920 influenza pandemic, or World War II (probably less chance there, since he would have been called up at 41), or from any of the many things that would kill people before antibiotics. And also that he assumed that he would be born as a rich white US dude in this scenario.
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# ? Nov 30, 2020 17:26 |
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AlbieQuirky posted:I love how that dude assumed he wouldn’t die in World War I (like so many 18-year-olds did) or the 1918-1920 influenza pandemic, or World War II (probably less chance there, since he would have been called up at 41), or from any of the many things that would kill people before antibiotics. He probably expects that in WWII he'll either be the gruff but respected NCO that still gets front line duty at 40+ or the officer that worked his way up from enlisted and is telling other men to heroically throw their bodies into the meat grinder of freedom.
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# ? Nov 30, 2020 17:37 |
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Imagine the thrill of being a middle-aged Lieutenant in the Quartermaster Corps seeing all the World War II logistics action from exciting Fort Leavenworth. Tom Hanks is desperate for those movie rights.
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# ? Nov 30, 2020 17:39 |
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Tbh if you are not a gruff and manly man by the age he is now, then the timeline you are born in is not the thing holding you back from being the gruff and manly man of your dreams.
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# ? Nov 30, 2020 17:42 |
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It's so stupid I almost want to send this idiot back for his dream life.
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# ? Nov 30, 2020 17:46 |
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How about we start off by making him live in a trench for a week while fireworks go off and people shoot at him with airsoft guns?
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# ? Nov 30, 2020 17:54 |
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Arsenic Lupin posted:Huh. That's why I'm mad about it. See their dainty refusal to use the word "lie" until late in the term. If you read the replies it's 90% liberals who are mad at the idea that Biden could be scrutinized because that's "both sidesism" and not the most basic tenet of what journalism is supposed to do with people in power.
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RoboRodent posted:It's so stupid I almost want to send this idiot back for his dream life. if only all war deaths were actually insufferable time travellers
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Rick_Hunter posted:He probably expects that in WWII he'll either be the gruff but respected NCO that still gets front line duty at 40+ or the officer that worked his way up from enlisted and is telling other men to heroically throw their bodies into the meat grinder of freedom. He'll be just like the (then) 51 year old Ted Danson from his cameo in Saving Private Ryan as the world's oldest pathfinder.
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# ? Nov 30, 2020 18:10 |
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Social media being the idiot on social media. The background to this is that I help moderate a really super friendly food sharing group on Facebook where everyone is lovely to everyone else and it's great. Facebook however clearly doesn't agree.
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FW: fw: re: Fw: Christmas at the Gas Station The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn't been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. It was just another day to him. He didn't hate Christmas, just couldn't find a reason to celebrate. He was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a homeless man stepped through. Instead of throwing the man out, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up. "Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the stranger. "I see you're busy, I'll just go." "Not without something hot in your belly." George said. He turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. "It ain't much, but it's hot and tasty. Stew ... Made it myself. When you're done, there's coffee and it's fresh." Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the driveway bell. "Excuse me, be right back," George said. There in the driveway was an old '53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front. The driver was panicked. "Mister can you help me!" said the driver, with a deep Spanish accent. "My wife is with child and my car is broken." George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold, the car was dead. "You ain't going in this thing," George said as he turned away. "But Mister, please help ..." The door of the office closed behind George as he went inside. He went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside. He walked around the building, opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting. "Here, take my truck," he said. "She ain't the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good." George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off into the night. He turned and walked back inside the office. "Glad I gave 'em the truck, their tires were shot too. That 'ol truck has brand new ." George thought he was talking to the stranger, but the man had gone. The Thermos was on the desk, empty, with a used coffee cup beside it. "Well, at least he got something in his belly," George thought. George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve meant no customers. He discovered the block hadn't cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator. "Well, shoot, I can fix this," he said to himself. So he put a new one on. "Those tires ain't gonna get 'em through the winter either." He took the snow treads off of his wife's old Lincoln. They were like new and he wasn't going to drive the car anyway. As he was working, he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and beside a police car an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left shoulder, the officer moaned, "Please help me." George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention. "Pressure to stop the bleeding," he thought. The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those and duct tape to bind the wound. "Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin'," he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease. "Something for pain," George thought. All he had was the pills he used for his back. "These ought to work." He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills. "You hang in there, I'm going to get you an ambulance." The phone was dead. "Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your car." He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio. He went back in to find the policeman sitting up. "Thanks," said the officer. "You could have left me there. The guy that shot me is still in the area." George sat down beside him, "I would never leave an injured man in the Army and I ain't gonna leave you." George pulled back the bandage to check for bleeding. "Looks worse than what it is. Bullet passed right through 'ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think with time your gonna be right as rain." George got up and poured a cup of coffee. "How do you take it?" he asked. "None for me," said the officer. "Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain't got no donuts." The officer laughed and winced at the same time. The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun. "Give me all your cash! Do it now!" the young man yelled. His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before. "That's the guy that shot me!" exclaimed the officer. "Son, why are you doing this?" asked George, "You need to put the cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt." The young man was confused. "Shut up old man, or I'll shoot you, too. Now give me the cash!" The cop was reaching for his gun. "Put that thing away," George said to the cop, "we got one too many in here now." He turned his attention to the young man. "Son, it's Christmas Eve. If you need money, well then, here. It ain't much but it's all I got. Now put that pea shooter away." George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. "I'm not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son," he went on. "I've lost my job, my rent is due, my car got repossessed last week." George handed the gun to the cop. "Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the best we can." He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across from the cop. "Sometimes we do stupid things." George handed the young man a cup of coffee. "Bein' stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Comin' in here with a gun ain't the answer. Now sit there and get warm and we'll sort this thing out." The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to the cop. "Sorry I shot you. It just went off. I'm sorry officer." "Shut up and drink your coffee " the cop said. George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door, guns drawn. "Chuck! You ok?" one of the cops asked the wounded officer. "Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?" "GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?" the other cop asked as he approached the young man. Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran." George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other. "That guy work here?" the wounded cop continued. "Yep," George said, "just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job." The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher. The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, "Why?" Chuck just said, "Merry Christmas boy ... and you too, George, and thanks for everything." "Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to solve some of your problems." George went into the back room and came out with a box. He pulled out a ring box. "Here you go, something for the little woman. I don't think Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy some day." The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw. "I can't take this," said the young man. "It means something to you." "And now it means something to you," replied George. "I got my memories. That's all I need." George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car and a truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to sell. "Here's something for that little man of yours." The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed him earlier. "And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that too," George said. "Now git home to your family." The young man turned with tears streaming down his face. "I'll be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good." "Nope. I'm closed Christmas day," George said. "See ya the day after." George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. "Where'd you come from? I thought you left?" "I have been here. I have always been here," said the stranger. "You say you don't celebrate Christmas. Why?" "Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn't see what all the bother was. Puttin' up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin' cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn't the same by myself and besides I was gettin' a little chubby." The stranger put his hand on George's shoulder. "But you do celebrate the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great doctor. The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will make you a rich man and not take any for himself. "That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any man." George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. "And how do you know all this?" asked the old man. "Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And when your days are done you will be with Martha again." The stranger moved toward the door. "If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now. I have to go home where there is a big celebration planned." George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to fill the room. "You see, George ... it's My birthday. Merry Christmas." George fell to his knees and replied, "Happy Birthday, Lord Jesus" Merry Christmas!! This story is better than any greeting card. MERRY CHRISTMAS AND GOD BLESS! <3 Please Share and maybe by Christmas it will have been around the world a few times <3
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# ? Nov 30, 2020 19:40 |
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Holy poo poo that was terrible. I like the massive jump in technology from 1955 to GPS in cop cars.
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BaldDwarfOnPCP posted:We are perhaps fortunate that noted anti-semite Churchill and that AD&D inventing JRR Tolkien survived the trenches. I bet 2+ million Bengalis sure wish Churchill had died instead of purposefully starving them to death. I don’t mean this as a cheap shot I just hate that piece of poo poo genociding motherfucker.
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sugar mouse posted:Social media being the idiot on social media. The background to this is that I help moderate a really super friendly food sharing group on Facebook where everyone is lovely to everyone else and it's great. Facebook however clearly doesn't agree. I am not sure how to read that comment in a way that's super friendly and lovely to the person they're replying to.
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# ? Nov 30, 2020 19:51 |
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Pump Jockey posted:FW: fw: re: Fw: Christmas at the Gas Station BETTER NATE THAN LEVER!!!
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# ? Nov 30, 2020 19:52 |
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they could be australian edit: re classic rice oval office
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Pump Jockey posted:<3 Please Share and maybe by Christmas it will have been around the world a few times <3 Ok, but where's the part where a Mexican comes in and George shoots them because they're in MS13 since they look like a hoodlum and were holding a candy bar in a threatening way? You know, like a real Christian would.
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# ? Nov 30, 2020 19:58 |
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DoctorWhat posted:they could be australian aw yeah nah that's some classic rice oval office
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# ? Nov 30, 2020 20:08 |
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bony tony posted:aw yeah nah that's some classic rice oval office Yeah, works the same for British slang, used as a term of endearment. Now, on the other hand, if someone calls you mate then that's a different matter.
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# ? Nov 30, 2020 20:14 |
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Or, shudder, pal
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# ? Nov 30, 2020 22:32 |
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Friendo
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# ? Nov 30, 2020 22:33 |
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Pump Jockey posted:FW: fw: re: Fw: Christmas at the Gas Station You had me until the cop not immediately shooting the guy.
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# ? Dec 1, 2020 00:04 |
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i too have studied gas exchange *lights blunt*
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# ? Dec 1, 2020 00:07 |
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Lol this is such a cop out. They could just lie instead of pulling this poo poo. At least then there'd be a chance someone might believe them.
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# ? Dec 1, 2020 00:21 |
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https://twitter.com/AlisonLeiby/status/1333534998826262528?s=20 It's called a convenience store.
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# ? Dec 1, 2020 00:29 |
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People who live outside of PA and FL don't have Wawas: where do you go to buy two Four Locos, a chicken tender bowl, and oh also lemme get some free air in my tires since I'm here, why not
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# ? Dec 1, 2020 00:33 |
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Pththya-lyi posted:It's called a convenience store. also a grocery store, a gas station, a 7-11, a drugstore, target, walmart
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Bottom Liner posted:People who live outside of PA and FL don't have Wawas: where do you go to buy two Four Locos, a chicken tender bowl, and oh also lemme get some free air in my tires since I'm here, why not you can tell you're in the bad parts of PA when there are sheetz and no wawas.
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Pththya-lyi posted:https://twitter.com/AlisonLeiby/status/1333534998826262528?s=20 I literally live in Alabama and we have what you might call bodegas that are still just gas stations. They have Bodega Things in them often, and they're often even run by nonwhite people! But what she's describing is like any place with a cash register.
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# ? Dec 1, 2020 00:35 |
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They are litigating bodega vs convenience store nuances in the comments. Coooool.
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# ? Dec 1, 2020 00:40 |
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Dang It Bhabhi! posted:They are litigating bodega vs convenience store nuances in the comments. Coooool. There's no way this hasn't happened dozens of times on SA.
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Dang It Bhabhi! posted:They are litigating bodega vs convenience store nuances in the comments. Coooool. Also she's SUPER NOT MAD because a friend of her is like "lol these PEOPLE with NO SENSE OF HUMOR are acting like you were talking about bodegas instead of, uhhhhhhh impulse candy buys, that's it" and she's laughing with them about how these people have no sense of humor, obviously https://twitter.com/kathbarbadoro/status/1333554302124777474
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