There are probably 15 people who helped secure the $250 million to invest in heat pump manufacturing in the US. I was one of them. But the point is: you can do things like this at every scale. Local, county, state, federal. We need people pushing to change policy and winning is doable!

Did he really have to say it? We were muddling along badly enough already…

It’s bizarre to watch. Bearing down harder on full blown foreign agitprop.

Enjoyed muchly, so pup, many floof. 12/10 would enjoy again.

It’s pretty bad. Was just flipping through the back and forth. Tells you a lot about what kind of content he’s been consuming.

“SON YOU LOOK LIKE YOUR ASS IS MADE OF WET HAM. WHERE’D YOU GET THOSE HAMSTER THUMBS?! DIPSHIT SCHOOL?! I WAS TRIPLE-TAPPING RUBBER KEYS ON A NOKIA BURNER BEFORE YOU KNEW HOW TO TURN ON A TOASTER!”

“Trust this clears it up. Ty. -Me”

All unstable people at some point eat a raw onion like they know it in the biblical sense. The tough part is catching them doing it. Without proper surveillance all intelligence is just crude speculation. With documentation, though, kompromat is born.

Pretty sure this theory is just as sound geopolitically as it was when I saw that guy eating a raw onion like an apple in the 7-Eleven parking spot 28 minutes ago…

I know like 3 to 118 dead sheep eyes that I could hook you up with if you’re in need. I know, I know, but generosity pays its own dividends.

You mean I can get my credit rating up to 540 with this shit?!

You will what?? https://i.redd.it/gelk38l8o0v11.jpg

Ok this seems like literature.

Also I don’t know if we peasants are allowed smileys on here or anything but I’m actually belly-laughing at the moment and I thought you should know that.

I don’t think is a reasonable counterpoint to my original statement :)

The sheer audacity of pretending that RFK or Assange’s pop pop would be reliable narrators for anything except a postmodern art exhibit about how to accidentally help the Russians on purpose…

Raw onions are only a snack if there’s a problem with the food supply or you’re having a psychotic break…

In it was a single Yeti, placed atop a mountain of snuggies and keychains and other bullshit. I walked straight up to it all thrilled, look of psychotic joy all over my face. When I got closer, I realized:

That shit was plastic. It was bronze *colored* plastic.

I never trusted anyone again.

For years, bored as shit, I stared at the Garden Yeti. What sort of sick bastard doesn’t want a 3 foot tall bronze yeti statue. You could put it all over the place. Then ~2014 I was walking through some regional airport when lo and behold, there was a Skymall store.