@RanaPamir Corum BB'ni bilemem ama her nesilde, ergen kizlara "hafif mesrep gorunumlu sarkici rol model" cikaran bu kuresel sistemi de savunur duruma dusmemek lazim.
Nerenin gazetesisin sen ey @Hurriyet
Bu kadina bu kadar askin nereden geliyor?
Kapak yapacak hic mi Turk kadini kalmadi bu kadina gelene kadar!!
Cayina corbasina kadar manset ettin ...
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Bu kadin kocasinin sohretiyle max kamuoyu yarataraktan emperyalist planin koc basi olarak AIHM'de Turk Devletine SOYKIRIMCI yaftasiyla hukum giydirmeye calisan bir Turk dusmani, ANCAK pabucumun amiral gemisi HURRIYET bayiliyor bu kadina. Arada bir PR'ini yapmadan duramiyor.
@Itsfoss I fell in love with Ubuntu after switching from MS BS, but then one day some crazy people at Canonical decided to force Firefox to be a bloated, unstable, Snap-only app. After that final straw, I hopped to Mint, ending a decade-long loving relationship with Ubuntu.
In an 1806 duel, Andrew Jackson (the 7th American president) knew he couldn't outdraw master marksman Charles Dickinson. His survival strategy was brutal: he deliberately let Dickinson shoot him first.
Under the rules of dueling, once a man fired, he was required to stand motionless on his mark and await his opponent's return fire. If Jackson rushed his shot to beat Dickinson, he might miss. By absorbing the bullet, Jackson bought himself the time to aim with absolute precision.
Dickinson fired. A cloud of dust puffed from Jackson’s coat as the bullet struck him squarely in the chest. But Jackson did not fall. He simply raised his left hand to his chest, stood perfectly still, and leveled his pistol.
Jackson survived the immediate impact because of a wardrobe trick and his gaunt physique. Standing 6-foot-1 and weighing only about 145 pounds, Jackson wore a loose, oversized dark blue frock coat. When he took his mark, he turned sideways in a bladed stance. Dickinson aimed exactly where a man's heart should be based on the drape of the coat. The bullet hit the precise spot Dickinson intended, but Jackson's actual heart was an inch or two away. The ball shattered two ribs and lodged deep in his chest cavity.
Despite the massive trauma, Jackson masked his pain through sheer willpower and spite. He despised Dickinson—who had publicly insulted his wife—and was determined not to give the marksman the satisfaction of knowing he had landed a successful shot before dying. Jackson later said, 'I should have hit him, if he had shot me through the brain.'
Jackson pulled his trigger, but the pistol stopped at half-cock. He calmly pulled the hammer all the way back, took aim again, and shot Dickinson in the abdomen. Dickinson fell and bled to death hours later.
Jackson casually walked away from the dueling ground with his surgeon, hiding his wound until they were out of sight of Dickinson's seconds. It was only when the surgeon noticed blood sloshing inside Jackson's left boot that he realized the future president had been hit. The bullet was too close to the heart to be safely removed, and Jackson carried it inside his chest for the remaining 39 years of his life.
#drthehistories
@istblu01lIut Sen devam et kalkışma borazanlığına. Her boku yiyip sonra yetiş ya Türkçü ya Atatürkçü diye ağlaşmayın. Kimse sizin mayın eşeğiniz değil.
@istblu01lIut Senin sorunun muhattabı ben değilim, sen onu ardından uydurdun. Benim sorum senin beyanının yanlışlığıyla ilgili, muhattabı sensin. Ama 2 cevaptır demagoji yaptığına göre rasyonel bir tartışma ihtimali yok senle.
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Ureyecek kadar yasamamamizi tehdit etmeyen dolayisiyla duyu gelistirmemizi bugune kadar gerektirmemis, direkt olarak algilayamadigimiz bambaska boyutlar ve olgular olabilme olasiligini zihnen kavrayabilmek muhtesem heyecanlandirici.
Hani Cemal Sureya'yi Dostoyevski'yi bir kez okudugundan sonra uyku tutmamis ya.
Beni de bu olayi ilk ogrendigim gunden beri hadi uyku tutmuyor demeyelim de bu deneyin vardigi sonuclar daha onemli bir sey oldugunu dusundurtmuyor hayatta.
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