Look, I’m a grade A nutjob but two divorces later and I’ve never even voted Republican.

So that’s… At least two things my dad and I have in common.

The commentators have repeatedly said Russia and Belarus are both banned this year due to the invasion of Ukraine.

Just, They dope like crazy but I guess in Olympic speak that just means they can’t fly the Russian flag.

I’d give for free if they gave it for free. They rip people off for the stuff I freely gave? No, I’ll take a few bucks out of their profit, thanks.

Besides, I usually can’t donate anyway but I give that shit all the time when I can. Especially when I know where it’s being used (for free.)

DOD Imagery guidelines state that only color correction can be applied to “make the image appear the same as it was when it was captured” otherwise it must be labeled “DOD illustration” instead of “DOD Imagery”

Right? I thought I went crazy when I got to “I just used Generative Fill!” Like, he didn’t just auto adjust the exposure and black levels! C’mon!

You can retest as much as needed, really, and if you can’t get your score up a recruiter can schedule you time with a nearby Ed Center if there is one for ASVAB classes to get your scores up because “some folks aren’t test takers!”

I’m not saying that fuckstick Mcbangbang is by any means smart but a permanent disqual for low ASVAB? I ain’t seent it before.

Should Russia get a black eye and Ukraine be pleased by Chinese assistance, when the Western spigot gets turned off, then China will have an amazing hook on Ukraine. Putin quietly gets told his place, Ukraine has stockpiles of Western gear to sell and China has another part of the Belt and Road.

Of course, the West will try to keep the funds flowing but without “big strong Russian bear” knocking at their door they’ll drop them like a new year’s resolution.

Now, Ukraine gets to play Belle of the ball courting China and the West and in the end The Rich win. Exactly according to plan.

That’s alright. It doesn’t matter in the slightest. If you want to call them whatever it doesn’t matter.

I’d classify a windbreaker as a jacket. All squares are rectangles and what not.

It’s down to the material. That looks like full cotton with a hood. So, sweatshirt. Hooded sweatshirt = Hoodie. Denim? Would’ve been a jacket. Some sort of wind blocking material like polyester or nylon would be a jacket. I might give jacket status to a multilayer cotton jacket with inner liners too.

I’ve seen three in real life now. It’s smaller than a Dodge Durango and looks silly from most angles. Low angle camera shots make it look neat though.

When the invasion kicked off, like day 0, SF assets all over the place were ready to bounce and get in there. I know at least one GROM and UK guy who were training their counterparts in case they got told they could support.

But, as others have said, these are more akin to advisors than “behind the lines” active missions. If you don’t think everyone has someone backing up the tax dollars they’re sending, you’re naive at best.

No, you don’t need consent to find someone attractive - that’s a personal thing.

That said, imagine you’re in a fat neckbeards house that smells slightly of wet socks and you find a piece of paper that lists out twenty women he wants to bang. Creepy, right?

Flip the script and you’re in an attractive woman’s house that smells of sandalwood and you find a list of guys names that she plans to have sex with. That’s… Still creepy, right?

In the above listed story, which is probably fake anyway, the woman kept a running tab of people in her life, not celebrities and such, who she would sleep with if they went on a break for any reason. That alone would’ve been a deal breaker for me and I’d have given her the freedom to go do her list. That’s like me saying to my partner “Here’s a list of possibles. Make me mad and I’ll go seal the deal with them before we make up.”

Now, the woman in the story apparently had to sleep with the whole list, ala My Name Is Earl, for them to get back together. The men, obviously, would sleep with her is the implication. For all we know though, this woman propositioned the men and respected any who turned her down and removed them from the list.

I actually don’t care about any of this, just needed something to ponder on the toilet.

Do… Do you actually look at the title and listen to the dialogue?

Tower 22 is more like a rear det for Al Tanf. It’s a way to project force into Syria without actually going in and leaving the SDF to work the Syrian side, with the implication that Syria might attack the SDF base but not risk attacking Jordan. There are bases in Jordan, well, not bases like Germany or Kuwait but diplomatic compounds with every thing that comes with that.

It’s not a black site though, they’ve posted pictures a few years back when a Syrian drone wrecked a few buildings.

I mean, there’s plenty of places in NH where “Truck Repair Coffee” sorry, “Truck Repair Dunkins” will get people in the door but Manchester?

Also “Government”? That’ll just drive people away. Who the hell named this event? Dean Phillips? Is he a Democrat plant so they can say “See? No one wants a Biden challenger!”

Remember when /b/ was good?

/b/ was never good.

She told police she came downstairs and found Griest was talking to young kids online on Fortnite. She did not want him to have contact with the children because he is a registered sex offender, according to the affidavit. The wife then cut off the Wi-fi, which caused Griest to throw the television at her.

Fourth-ish paragraph. That’s what she told the police.

I’d never met anyone but my mom who’d played Solomon’s Key prior to Nintendo straight up adding it to the NSO.

The other game I never hear about was the ID4: Independence Day floppies that came in cereal boxes or something. Don’t really remember the games that well but I do remember trying to collect them all.

Also, I once basically got gaslighted into thinking that Falling Down was just a fever dream of mine until one day I’d heard the name in a Tech N9ne song and it all clicked again.

I had Jones as well! Honestly, I barely knew what the hell I was doing back then.