There are tons of NIMBYs who would consider themselves to be liberal or even progressive. Many would argue that they’re not NIMBYs because their concerns are (to them) reasonable.
I’m thinking of where housing and services for the homeless and low income families get built, for example.
I’m guessing they’re referring to the empty lawns that are clearly just there for show.
I don’t think it comes down to sheer numbers; I think it’s about deliberately causing suffering and reveling in it. So, maybe the BTK killer or another serial killer who liked to torture their victims.
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I wish, but history says they can keep sending bodies.
They don’t feel retro. The mechanics and all are so similar to (or the same as) current games.
Better meme without the added text.
Also, I assume the title is meant to be, “I fucking get it”.
“We know perfectly well” would be a common way of phrasing this as a native US English speaker.
You could read the article.
AI-assisted note-taking is already standard or close to it.
Welcome to life with narcolepsy.
And doesn’t retire in that time.
This has been a gay haircut for longer.
For some reason, I always thought they were from the Pacific islands.
Amtrak is less efficient because it’s forced to operate on private rail lines owned by freight companies.
It’s says US in the title.
University administrators have also begun using academic performance as leverage in the recruitment campaign: students who are struggling academically are threatened with expulsion if they refuse to sign a special one-year contract with the military. If they do sign, however, they can have their academic debt written off and receive a custom learning plan upon return from the front. Human rights advocates warn that the promised “one-year contract” does not exist in Russian law, and that the document in question is legally no different from a standard open-ended military contract.
Camus’ The Stranger really spoke to me. It sort of felt like it described me in ways that I hadn’t known until I read the story.
Mostly, I could tell, I made him feel uncomfortable. He didn’t understand me, and he was sort of holding it against me. I felt the urge to reassure him that I was like everybody else, just like everybody else. But really there wasn’t much point, and I gave up the idea out of laziness.
At that time, I often thought that if I had had to live in the trunk of a dead tree, with nothing to do but look up at the sky flowing overhead, little by little I would have gotten used to it.
In that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself–like a brother, really–I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again.
This happens to me semi-regularly (I think it’s due to anxiety about struggling to wake/stay awake because I have narcolepsy) and it is awful.