Last night, Israeli settlers attacked my house with stones, they came at 4 am to throw stones and make fire on my family land, chanting about the death of my brother, and wishing that I will die too or killed.
Before that Israeli army came to make sure that I am alone in the house.
It is the reality of the Israeli occupation and apartheid.
I'm in favor of deporting teens if they do that thing where they shave a line in their eyebrows.
They can be blonde white citizens, I don't care, ship them to El Salvador.
This is very difficult to describe, but there's a certain mechanized cleanliness to AI-generated prose that is easy to spot.
Well, it was at least until 90+% of students starting using ChatGPT for every paper.
"My students are so dumb that when they write grammatical sentences and use transition phrases I know it's AI."
I think this indicates that academia has bigger issues than ChatGPT.
Before I get accused of Boomer Posting: you must realize that the Towson Target is a portal to hell and this is very far from the strangest thing I've seen there.
In line at the Towson, Maryland Target when the private school next door was getting out.
Three wigger boys walked past giggling and saying "hale Hitler" a few times. Then one of them said "no, dawg, it's Heil Hitler..."
It took a good 10 seconds before I fully comprehended what had happened.
I turned to the couple behind me.
D-did those kids just say "Heil Hitler?"
The couple were German tourists. They were mortified, assuming the kids were mocking them.
1. Lol at Afrikaners going back to "probably Germany" when their language is like 98% the same as Dutch.
2. Trump people have gotten sooooooo much better at this stuff than they were in the first term.
Goodbye, Morris. We are all gonna miss you. You could be hard on directors, make-up artists, costumers - really anyone with arms or legs - but I know you did it for the ultimate good of the film. The day you wouldn’t come out of your trailer unless we sent in 40 heads of lettuce taught me a powerful lesson: never compromise your art. I will never forget at craft service that time when we split the Three Musketeers bar and you let me have the bigger half. But that’s who you were.
I know your character’s decapitation in the first movie precluded your participation in the sequel, but we all appreciated the fruit basket and the hilarious note. I will miss the sound of your tail sliding through the tall grass, your cold, bumpy skin, but, most of all, I will miss your infectious laugh. Thanks to Mr. Young for taking care of you all these years, and vaya con dios, old friend.
Absolute must-read story from 2018 on how, under the new Housing Minister and former Vancouver mayor Gregor Robertson, Vancouver’s “housing market was … restructured to serve as an offshore investment bolthole for billions of dollars’ worth of shadow currency being spirited out of China, Iran, Russia and other such kleptocracies.”
I know Carney was out of the country for much of this time, but did no one tell him about Robertson’s record? This guy is the poster child for everything that went wrong with our immigration system and housing markets.