Asked AI to do this for me. There’s a thing called a Transpose Mercator projection, but that’s not what I want. I want to see real basic, rotate the distortion 90°. I wanted to see how the continents stretch out differently and that it actually takes a long time to fly to Chile. AI for the win.
@politicalmath Also, they will point to these later drops as evidence that the drops are proportional. This is a mildly complex nuance and they will act dumb about it in the hope that others will get tired of talking to them.
@TonerousHyus@SuitablePolitic Very happy about this pattern. 2-4 missiles at a time, easily handled by defensive arms. Explode the source. Allies could do this forever. Worst possible strategy for the IRGC.
Fun fact:
I used a VPN & a throwaway SIM to create the twitter account that got me arrested, when I asked the police interrogator how they found me, they admitted they matched up the details of my stabbing that I posted about on the account to the police report I made. Pure evil
@Saul_Sadka Can’t +1 this enough. I’m not in crypto circles so there’s no one to talk to about it, but seems obvious. It’s really harming my plans to buy heroin, toots, and contract killers.
@GregWAutry@karolineleavitt@RichardStiller4 I sort of get why it's half full (better than not-full in the summer, and they still are doing work), but when is it scheduled to be completely full?
When I had young kids I was always scheming for ways they would burn more energy than I would. They started with more, and if they had nothing else to entertain, I was it. I loved them, but like everything, you can have too much. Letting them splash in the pool while I recharged was a great move.
. @katieglueck - these are some serious charges against you.
Did you lie to entice a victim to come forward?
Who edited your piece? And did they know what you were promising the victim?
This is very troubling.
I bucked all advice from my friends (and resisted my conservative bias) and decided to fully trust the Times journalists.
As they left my home they asked that I not talk to any other outlets and I insisted then and repeatedly over the following weeks that I would keep my word and only share this story with them.
But then the weeks dragged on. They kept coming back to us saying the editors needed more. I needed to go on the record (okay). We need more screenshots (okay). I met every bench mark they set, eager to provide more sources or evidence as needed.
After the story went up I began to ask them … wait, where are the stories from the other women? Where are their accusations of sexual assault? Why am I the focus? Why are there 11 paragraphs dedicated to detailing my work history (more than has been published about Graham’s by far)?
Why does it say “nobody could corroborate” when I offered them sources that COULD corroborate?
Why did they include an out of context quote from a friend joking “do not call Graham” after I called off my wedding? (Because she knew I would never).
Where were the screenshots they’d said they would use? Or the mention that I’d supported local democrats and that most of my family (and husband) are liberal?
The editors said it was too much, they explained.
The Times also failed to include any mention that I DID confide in multiple friends through the years that Graham had been abusive — long before he was running for office. Those friends confirm they told the Times so.
It dawned on me that this really was a set up all along. The journalists I trusted who convinced me to share a story I never wanted to tell methodically delayed and twisted this into a gift to the Platner campaign. Violating the trust of his victims. Shattering the trust I placed in them with the most vulnerable story of my life.
And at the end of my call with them I reluctantly accepted their insistence that this was still a powerful story and that I had done a brave thing. And I thanked them for all the hard work they had put into it.
Still fawning after all these years.
This is Margaret Swan, a great-grandmother stabbed to death 20 TIMES in a random attack in the middle of the day on Atlanta’s public transit. Her murder was the second horrific attack on MARTA in a week.
I want ANSWERS from Atlanta. The number of assaults, robberies, and rapes on MARTA’s trains is MORE THAN THREE TIMES the national average.
MARTA has 15 DAYS from today to provide:
- Security spending
- Safety plans for riders and workers
- Detailed action strategy to prevent crime and fare evasion
Margaret’s family DESERVES ACCOUNTABILITY. No one should be forced to fear for their safety on public transit.
Anyone who has ever extracted themselves from a relationship with a narcissistic abuser knows it isn’t clean or easy.
I cringe remembering how many times I tried to play the “cool girl” or fawn in response to what was clearly abusive, coercively controlling behavior by Graham.
I also know how dangerous it is to become the target of a narcissist — so even long after our relationship ended I continued to be upbeat any time he reached out, though I would also immediately shut down any attempts on his part to initiate flirting or romanticizing of the past.
Yes, the day I saw him announce he was running I wanted to make sure people knew he had a Nazi tattoo — and I was terrified he would find out it was me.
But of course he knew it was me.
What’s ironic is I absolutely never would have shared my story if he hadn’t been relentlessly attacking my character behind the scenes for months once the tattoo story came out.
I tried to signal that I wasn’t the source and stayed completely silent about him on social media even as most of my friends posted regularly about what a bad person he is.
But then in early April the New York Times came to me. I asked how they got my number. I said I was not interested in sharing my story. They said but wait—there are other women. Women terrified to tell their stories, too, and you need to band together. WE will help you. We will protect you. Men can’t keep getting away with this.
Hours before their first call to me I saw Eric Swalwell’s name plate get removed from his office door in Cannon. It felt like fate.
I welcomed the two journalists into my home days later, nervous and overwhelmed. Justin Fairfax had just murdered his wife and himself the previous day and even conservative pundits were conjecturing that “if only those women hadn’t accused him of abuse, this never would have happened…”
But I told them my story. I let them take pictures of my diary pages. I sent them screenshots of messages and gave them phone numbers and contacts. It was excruciating. I was surprised by what details I remembered, and as I poured through old messages I was horrified by how much I had forgotten.
I explained very clearly that, like many women abused by their partners, I had not told anyone about his violence at the time—I had covered for and defended it. I accepted his earnest apologies. They said that’s fine because the diary entries and my on the record story was enough.
They connected me to two of the other victims so we wouldn’t feel so alone. I insisted to each of them that I trusted the NYT journalists and that we were doing the right thing despite their (sadly very accurate) sense that something was wrong.
One of the victims and I realized our relationships with Graham overlapped completely - he had been cheating on both of us the entire time we were together.
I should note here that my life is just… beautiful. These are the best years of my life. Raising two young girls in a safe, beautiful neighborhood where I work from home and shuffle my children from dance classes and soccer to church events — I am blessed far beyond what I deserve with wonderful friends and family and the most loving, brilliant husband in the world. Why would I blow my life up like this? Why would I risk the psychotic doxxing from violent leftist activists?
Because while I have been terrified to come forward I decided this was the “hard right thing” to do. The guilt of staying silent has nagged me.
Most therapists recommend a “gray rock” approach to extracting yourself from narcissistic abuse — it works really well, but it is a gift to the abuser, allowing them to persist in their delusion that they’ve done nothing wrong.
I couldn’t stay silent as he continued to lie and lie and lie. I want my daughters to boldly speak out if they’re ever abused as I was.
I’ve been close friends with @lyndseyfifield for fifteen years. I’ve known about Graham since they began dating. She carried a lot of trauma from their time together. I’m so proud of her for her bravery in coming forward.
Today, an advanced non-lightwater nuclear reactor reached criticality in the United States for the first time in more than four decades.
Thanks to President Trump unleashing the American Nuclear Renaissance, this was made possible. 🇺🇸