People talking about more police, laws, blah blah. No.
I want to hire those gigantic tiptoeing autistic boys who are obsessed with busses and trains to do security for public transit. You know the ones who beat their mom because she didn’t get the right brand of chicken nuggets? Those ones.
I’d tell them the busses and trains are going to be gone forever if the fare dodgers are allowed to pass through, and then station them at the gates.
Imagine it.
Billy. 16 years old. 300lbs. 6 feet tall. The panic swelling in his eyes as he see these entitled mongrels jumping the gate one by one.
“No fare… no fare… no train… train gone… forever…”
Then, he breaks. The panic turns to fury.
Wailing, he charges. His light-up velcro strap sneakers glow and chime with every jumping step.
His superhuman gigaretard strength takes over and he bludgeons them all into a fine paste with his colossal chubby fists. There is nothing left of them when he is done. Maybe a few stray dreadlocks stuck to the pavement by a thick glue of blood and organ.
Standing in the middle of the platform on a rug of gore, Billy the victorious.
His ill-fitting Paw Patrol t-shirt was white and blue before he started his shift. It’s a dark red now.
“Train safe… train safe…”
Do you understand how many problems this would solve?
I still find it interesting how classical music both calms and focuses White children while also acts as a deterrent to what the New York Post would call “loiterers” with the hard R at gas stations
@EgeEgeozsen@Yeren_e I think it can but only for a handful of seconds before a massive blood pressure drop but yeah definitely not 30. Maybe 2-5 seconds and since Eren was a shifter + maybe Ymir just gave him a little more time he probably felt her kiss him before Ymir and the curse left.
Old, proud, sabatoged by men who couldn't build her replacement, could have been preserved for posterity but there was insufficient will, still went down slowly but leaves nothing behind.
There are metaphors everywhere for those with eyes to see. SS United States, indeed.
You used to be able to walk into an autistic man's home and identify his favorite chickens to gain his daughter's hand in marriage. Libs put a stop to this.
It is always cute when a woman says “my husband says”, like she climbed up the mountain, got divine knowledge from the source itself, climbed back down, and disseminated generously that which was originally only intended for her. She sees him as the centre of her world. She truly thinks she’s giving you a gift by sharing his thoughts with you, because she knows he likes her, doesn’t like most people, and wouldn’t tell most people what he told her. It is an act of charity for her to cross a boundary to share a part of him with you. That’s a beautiful union.