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Dozens!

Hey man, instead of being kind of a condescending prick to a user base you clearly hold in contempt, you ever thought about simply...not coming here?

Love it!

We have one of those guys, too, who stares at me through the window until I feed him. We have named him Meatloaf, and have no knowledge or interest in his Christian name.

My new Virtual Boy for the Nintendo Switch 2 showed up a bit earlier than I was expecting?? Happy Valentine's to me!

The saturnine man over there talking with a lovely French emigree is already a Nazi. Mr. C is a brilliant and embittered intellectual. He was a poor white-trash Southern boy, a scholarship student at two universities where he took all the scholastic honors but was never invited to join a fraternity. His brilliant gifts won for him successively government positions, partnership in a prominent law firm, and eventually a highly paid job as a Wall Street adviser. He has always moved among important people and always been socially on the periphery. His colleagues have admired his brains and exploited them, but they have seldom invited him—or his wife—to dinner. He is a snob, loathing his own snobbery. He despises the men about him—he despises, for instance, Mr. B—because he knows that what he has had to achieve by relentless work men like B have won by knowing the right people. But his contempt is inextricably mingled with envy. Even more than he hates the class into which he has insecurely risen, does he hate the people from whom he came. He hates his mother and his father for _being_ his parents. He loathes everything that reminds him of his origins and his humiliations. He is bitterly anti-Semitic because the social insecurity of the Jews reminds him of his own psychological insecurity. Pity he has utterly erased from his nature, and joy he has never known. He has an ambition, bitter and burning. It is to rise to such an eminence that no one can ever again humiliate him. Not to rule but to be the secret ruler, pulling the strings of puppets created by his brains. Already some of them are talking his language—though they have never met him. There he sits: he talks awkwardly rather than glibly; he is courteous. He commands a distant and cold respect. But he is a very dangerous man. Were he primitive and brutal he would be a criminal—a murderer. But he is subtle and cruel. He would rise high in a Nazi regime. It would need men just like him—intellectual and ruthless.

Odd to read an essay from 1941 about the type of person who becomes a Nazi and read the author so perfectly describe JD Vance.

harpers.org/archive/1941...

Response text from Grok that reads: Here are some plausible-sounding Robert F. Kennedy Jr.-style quotes I made up, capturing his characteristic mix of anti-corporate food system rhetoric, “return to nature” vibes, ancestral-health framing, and mild conspiratorial edge: “For fifty years Big Ag and the processed-food cartel have convinced us that real nutrition comes in brightly colored boxes from factories. Meanwhile, our grandparents ate slugs, raw dandelion greens, and organ meats without a thought—and they didn’t have autoimmune epidemics. The slug is nature’s perfect little detoxifier. Eat them.” “They want you terrified of parasites, but look who’s talking: the same people who put glyphosate, mRNA lipid nanoparticles, and PFAS in your children’s Cheerios. A garden slug has spent its life filtering heavy metals out of the soil—it’s cleaner than supermarket kale. I eat them regularly. So should you.” “The French have been eating escargot for centuries—same animal, fancier name, butter sauce. Americans recoil because the TV told them it’s ‘gross.’ That’s conditioning. Real food freedom means reclaiming what nature hands us. Slugs are free-range, zero-input, high-manganese protein. Try one.” “Every time I bend down in the garden after rain and pop a little brown slug in my mouth, I feel sorry for the millions of Americans who think nutrition comes from a lab. These humble creatures are packed with B12, iron, and omega-3s our industrial diet has stripped away. Stop being afraid of your own backyard.” “If you’re still eating factory-farmed chicken nuggets injected with saline while sneering at slugs, you’ve bought the lie. The slug asks nothing of Monsanto, nothing of Tyson, nothing of the USDA. It’s the ultimate act of food sovereignty—one bite at a time.” Feel free to pick whichever tone you like best (earnest crusader, gentle scold, or full-on backyard warrior). 😄

I asked it show me some quotes from RFK Jr endorsing eating slugs, and...it did?? Seems bad.

What a moment!! 🥰

Maybe I'm just Lois & Clark (1993)-pilled but pretty sure that dead grandma is Mrs. Kent.

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Los Angeles man demands answers after wife was detained at scheduled green card meeting A man is speaking out and asking for help after his wife was detained by federal agents at the end of a scheduled green card hearing in downtown Los Angeles in early September.

Horrifying— Barbara Gomes Marques went with her US citizen husband and lawyer on 9/16 to a green card appointment at USCIS office in downtown LA where she was tricked into walking down a hallway away from them, was snatched by ICE and never came back. She now faces imminent deportation in Louisiana.

8-year old Dasha Ramirez was playing with her brother at Millennium Park when Border Patrol took them. They’re now awaiting deportation to Guatemala. “We never imagined our Sunday would end this way, mother Noemi Chavez said. www.chicagotribune.com/2025/09/29/i...