It’s warming up and the snow is melting everywhere, which means my lawn is exposed and looking hideous, and all the vole trails have been exposed.
It’s nice to think about all those little guys scurrying under the snow pack all winter long.
Yeah, I still get lots of this stuff.
Study am Right
human genus with child STAINS, died biology, more than genitalia.
.. MImax movie further x Man sexy sense bible archaic…
Perpetrators within don’t realise who I refer to..
No fundamental understanding of human genus creativity normal as fuck yeah
Imax movie wanna have it made for conscience on screen had deep..
Kill shot, mental, lost life thus far
Basic morals
Boyfriend material not child Friern weirdly to romantic millions with grown adults
Famous type Star
Look below
I AM presence
Frustrates, can correct Life Form at every moment that took my private evidence which is ducking weird I mean existence and is. A pervert..
I’m a normal British civilian..
Around here no small talk
Paradox stains front two, inner of incisors, thinks NHS gender clinic lesss legit when are more legit than psychiatrist sectioned sector
Love is public failing in love
“*” men””” ” outside creepy and weird old
. Not in 29s 20s 35s idk
There were attachments. I will spare you.
This poor person desperately needs counseling and mental health assistance, but I’m not going to reveal their email address.
Via Mano, I am reassured to learn that not all scientists were taken in by Epstein. Sean M. Carroll represents what I’d regard as the best response to the blandishments of a perverse, corrupt weirdo trying to seduce scientists with money.
His host interrupted the meal to call Epstein and then handed Carroll the phone.
“It was a 2-minute conversation, and frankly, it didn’t make much of an impression on me at the time,” Carroll says. “As best I can remember, we talked about the Big Bang and dark energy and things like that.”
But Carroll says when he told others about the call, including his wife, science writer Jennifer Ouellette, we “were rolling our eyes.” In a recent blog post, Carroll said Epstein came off as a “standard, fast-talking charlatan who trotted out lots of big words with no real understanding [of them].”
A few months later, Carroll received an email invitation to a scientific conference at Epstein’s home on his private Caribbean island. “It was billed as a workshop of scientists from different fields, something that I usually find appealing, and it sounded like fun,” he says. But he declined after learning a bit more about the arrangements.
“Jennifer was also invited,” Carroll recounts. “But when we asked if she would be a participant, they said ‘she could go shopping with the other wives.’ And we were repulsed by that sexist attitude.”
“I had no idea through any of this that he was a convicted sex offender,” Carroll adds. “That would have made it a much easier decision for me. But in 2010 he was not a famous person. If I had tried really hard, I could have found out about [his criminal record], but the thought that I would really have to try hard never entered my mind.”
Carroll says the lure of possible funding wasn’t an issue for him. “I’m not desperate for money,” he says. “And besides, at the end of your life, who you are is the accumulation of the things you did. It’s not just how much money you got.”
“standard, fast-talking charlatan who trotted out lots of big words with no real understanding [of them]” is a pretty good summary of the the Epstein spiel. Keep that in mind when you read about scientists who were taking rides on Epstein’s plane — they had to be either stupidly naive or criminally greedy.
Twitter is bad because it is full of hate and lies, but TikTok is bad because it is full of stupid. I can’t engage with either of them, but occasionally the folly leaks through.
DNA contains sulfur, and is made up of 24 strands, and you can “activate” it, whatever that means, by making silly noises? These smiling happy people have had their brains pithed at some point.
It’s my birthday, and my age is the kind of stupid joke I might have sniggered over when I and my friends were virginal nerds going har-de-har-har around the D&D table fifty years ago. Reality is less amusing.
Here’s the objective assessment.
My knees…if I were a racehorse, I’d be shot. If I stand for long periods of time, the bones tend to sink into the cartilage like its marshmallow fluff and they lock up on me. I might be able to walk away stiff-legged, but I’m desperate to put my butt on a chair and not move for a while. Fortunately, in this day and age I don’t have to worry about running away from sabre-toothed tigers, and even if I had the knees of an athlete, the tiger would catch me anyway.
My back is the current troublemaker. After my little fall last month, it feels like my spine is made of disjointed legos, fishhooks, and shards of glass. It’s much better than when it first happened and I was in so much pain I thought I was going to die, but the process of repair is far from complete. I’m not in pain most of the time, except when I bend, or go to bed — and then it takes forever to find a position that minimizes the grinding. It’s healing, but annoyingly slowly.
My brain seems to be functioning OK, but how would I know?
One nice development is that I developed a scotoma several months ago, a blind spot in my right eye caused by a broken blood vessel. It hasn’t gone away — if I blink fast so the visual field changes from light to dark at a rapid rate, I can still visualize it as a horizontal line of dark blurriness — but neural plasticity for the win. I don’t notice it most of the time, because my brain has rewired itself to compensate and fills in the gap with information from my visual map. I suppose if you aimed a frisbee at just the right angle at my right eyebrow, it could fit into the visual gap and I wouldn’t see it.
So, my weakness right now is against charging frisbee-flinging tigers. I’ll try to avoid them so I can make it to the next funny number, which is 420, I believe. I was fortunate to have timed my birth to completely skip the whole 6-7 nonsense.
I heard all about the American torpedo attack that sunk the Iranian frigate, Dena, in the Indian Ocean. I couldn’t miss it — multiple channels on YouTube were replaying the footage over and over again. There’s an Iranian warship sailing along, when suddenly it was struck in the stern by a massive explosion that lifted the vessel out of the water, breaking it’s back and leading to its rapid sinking. It was glorious war footage, I guess.
Then Pete Hegseth is on all the news, bragging about the victory and all those dumb, blind Iranian sailors who met their fate at the hands of the brave American navy.
At least 87 sailors were killed in the torpedo attack in international waters in the Indian Ocean, and the Sri Lankan navy responded to the Dena’s distress call and rescued 32 survivors, but 61 members of the crew are still missing. The U.S. didn’t respond to the call, and Secretary of Defense Pete Hegseth crowed about the attack to reporters on Wednesday.
“An American submarine sunk an Iranian warship that thought it was safe in international waters. Instead, it was sunk by a torpedo,” Hegseth said, calling it a “quiet death.” As a result of the attack, an Iranian supply tanker that was also near Sri Lanka, the IRIS Bushehr, has taken refuge in the island country.
The news stories, until now, didn’t mention one horrible, ignoble fact.
The U.S. Navy’s attack on an Iranian frigate, the IRIS Dena, on Wednesday was the first time an American submarine has sunk an enemy ship since World War II. But the Dena may not have been armed because it was returning from an international exercise in the Indian Ocean, and the U.S. Navy likely knew it because it was taking part in the same exercise.
Both the United States and Iran were taking part in the MILAN 2026 exercise, organized by the Indian Navy, on February 15–26, with the U.S. sending a maritime patrol aircraft and Iran sending the Dena. Iranian sailors from the ship paraded on land before India’s president.
The exercise in question required ships not to carry any ammunition. Normally, the Dena carries various missiles and guns, including anti-ship missiles. Because the U.S. also took part, it would have been aware that the Dena was unarmed. Former Indian Foreign Minister Kanwal Sibal accused the attack of being “premeditated as the US was aware of the Iranian ship’s presence in the exercise.”
To add to the United State’s shame, the IRIS Dena immediately sent out a distress call; the Sri Lankan navy responded to rescue survivors. The American navy, despite obviously having a ship nearby, ignored the SOS.
Pete Hegseth is a motherfucking chickenshit coward. “Warfighter,” my ass.
Hey! I’m going to be speaking at an Iowa Atheists event tomorrow, which has me mildly shocked. I hope I haven’t forgotten how to talk, or worse, that the only thing I can talk about is spiders (No! Do not talk about spiders! People find it either boring or horrifying!)
It’s been a long time. You know, I’ve been effectively blacklisted by all the major atheist organizations because I’ve loudly criticized some of the atheist saints, like Dawkins and Harris and Hitchens, and then got attached to some hated shibboleths like feminism (but I’m not a woman), or gay liberation (but I’m straight), or trans rights (I’m also not trans), or some other heresy. The last time I talked to an atheist organization about speaking was about ten years ago, and that was painfully tentative — the person I spoke with wanted to check my availability, but they were afraid that some members of their group hated me so much that they’d veto the suggestion…which is what happened, I guess, because I never heard from them again.
Just as well. I’ve got an hour or more of macrophotos and videos of spiders that no one would want to see, anyway. If any of those groups that blacklisted me somehow decided to bring me on, that’s what they’d get, and it would serve them right.
Today I’m driving to the Twin Cities. Tomorrow at 2pm in Des Moines I’ll be talking about social justice, instead, which would make them cry even harder.
We knew it had to be inevitable: Noem has been fired. All that cosmetic surgery and dental work to please her boss didn’t help.
Unfortunately, she’s being replaced by Markwayne Mullin, one of the dumbest sad-sack MAGAs in the Trump camp. This must be the smell of war he’s been talking about.
Questions remain: will Kristi ever get her blankie back? What about her boy toy, Corey Lewandowski? I hope there’s a camera crew around when she knocks on the door of her husband, Bryon.
And of course, we all want to know who the next cabinet member to get two bullets to the back of the head will be. Markwayne is new, but I think he’s in a good position for it.
A controversial view, I know, but I was wandering around the taxonomy lab and saw this snake identification poster:
They’re all just squiggles with patterned markings! Spiders are so much more interesting.
You can fire back, herpetologists.
Over the last several years, a man named Darren Beattie has been busy on Xitter promoting a crude, ignorant form of eugenics (even “sophisticated” versions of eugenics are deplorable and wrong, but Darren favors the ugliest kind.)
Population control? If only! Higher quality humans are subsidizing the fertility of lower quality humans.
When a population gets feral, a little snip snip keeps things in control. Could offer incentives (Air Jordans, etc.).
Pay smart people to have more kids, disincentivize stupid people from having kids. So simple but molds destiny on deep intergenerational level.
In September 2023, he responded to news about migrants from Africa who rioted in Israel by suggesting that the Israeli government “literally just round them up and drop them in the ocean.”
Let the ‘human rights groups’ whine… drop them in the ocean too!
It isn’t “politically correct to say, but low-iq, low-impulse control populations lack higher reasoning and moral faculties. They require strict corporal punishment and threat of violence to function properly within a society. Instead of anarcho-tyranny, we need Singapore for the dumb and violent, and Sweden for the more elevated.”
The same low-IQ trash who watch the fast and furious franchise. Beginning to wish the whole population reduction conspiracy were true.
Competent white men must be in charge if you want things to work. Unfortunately, our entire national ideology is predicated on coddling the feelings of women and minorities, and demoralizing competent white men.
You may say “So what? Trolls like that are a dime-a-dozen on Xitter” or maybe “Typical mindless bot.” Except…he actually has an official position in the Trump administration.
He was a speechwriter (!!!) for Trump in his first administration, but got fired when people noticed that he was attending white nationalist conferences. It was a simpler time, when a few people in the White House could be slightly embarrassed by overt racists.
Don’t worry that Darren might have gone hungry — he was quickly hired by Matt Gaetz as a speechwriter.
And then Trump won his second presidential race, all concern for propriety vanished, and Marco Rubio snatched up this eloquent writer and promoted him to Under Secretary of State for Public Diplomacy and Public Affairs, and Trump made him acting president of the United States Institute of Peace. “Diplomacy” and “Peace” are not words I would apply to him, but Trump and Rubio think different.
Beattie has since been replaced as Under Secretary of State by Sarah Rogers, a former lawyer who worked for Philip Morris to protect them from litigation, and then worked for a law firm specializing in clients like the National Rifle Association, tobacco companies, and venture capitalists in AI. She seems to be much more muted and diplomatic than her predecessor, but I still wouldn’t trust her.
He’s still president of the Donald J. Trump Institute of Peace. I don’t know what he does there. Go out for lunch with Stephen Miller?
If you want to know more about the Republican agenda, talk to Darren Beattie.
