This is how to bring police departments to heel:
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This is how to bring police departments to heel:
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In case you were unsure, wondering, “has my life really ended and am I actually in the waiting-room in Hell?” I have an answer for you.
The stories about George Floyd’s death have changed and morphed, as more video emerges, more witnesses talk to journalists, and the cops lies start to wear thin. What I recommend doing is keeping an eye on the story until the cover-up begins, because you can tell where the interesting facts are, by looking for the holes in the finished tapestry.
After I got the resin blob out of the pressure chamber, I chucked it up on the lathe.
Reported in Politico [pol] Minnesota Governor Walz does not understand “responsibility” or “unacceptable” behavior.
We all know that Donald Trump is an idiot and/or suffering from some kind of debilitating metal disorder. But I still expect better of him than he delivers.
I was listening to this episode of Snap Judgement podcast [the country doctor] and found my eyes kept filling with tears of shame and sorrow. As I listened, I realized that they were exposing the true core of “down home” America: racist but above all ignorant chucklefucks who don’t think – they robotically adopt the attitudes of their collective at church, and what they hear on TV.
Once I had the blade in its final shape, and etched, I stopped sending images of what it looked like to its future owner. Opening a box with a new knife in it should be a surprise, and a small voyage of discovery. It’s especially a surprise if the person didn’t expect a knife and jams their hand into the box to see what’s inside; my sister finally forgave me for sending her an unexpected paring knife many moons ago.
Once the blade is annealed, it’s time to haul it out and shape it, or “profile” it as some knife-makers say. Every part in the process is really important, because each permanently affects the ones following. Sometimes you can go back and correct something, but only at the cost of winding the clock forward again afterward.