You need people to move into the countryside, ideally where they aren’t selling land or building houses, and there’s no jobs. Plus it may well be an environment that will gerrymander the hell out of any such transplants if they happen to clump up.

I’m not saying it’s a bad plan, but it’s a hail-mary pass at best, and you need a lot of people to do this. Consider what the Libertarians tried with New Hampshire a while back: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Free_State_Project

You dumb bastard, it’s not a schooner, it’s a sailboat!

Point of order. ABC is owned by Disney. Make of that what you will.

Thank you for this much needed perspective. While the FCC’s actions reek of overreach, ABC folding like a cheap card table just didn’t sit well with me. Especially considering how CBS’ parent company went to court first before cancelling Colbert. It makes a lot more sense now.

Hook that up to digital auto-pay and you pretty much have what OP had before the policy change.

It’s a little worse than that. Consider the intimate the contact between fido’s hindquarters and that seat.

Well, now you have charcoal to cook the next batch correctly.

Yes. You basically have to keep eating that way and your gut flora adjust to compensate. It’s still a pretty windy diet since you rely on those gut-bugs to break down a lot of the sugars in beans.

My gums hurt just looking at this.

There’s a version of this where 3rd person movement controls are logical to the avatar, rather than to the screen. Only in this case, it’s the developers who are wrong. I’m looking at you, Resident Evil 1.

I did most of a Dark Souls playthrough with a PS3 controller that was breaking down. There’s a tiny foam block on the inside that, after some years of abuse, will flatten out and trigger spurious inputs if some controls are pressed too hard. This caused an interesting challenge, since after panic-rolling, I would usually stand back up disarmed (d-pad right/left swaps that hand out for an alt item which was empty). It seemed kinda/sorta natural that way, and didn’t know that wasn’t a game mechanic (in this already ludicrously hard game) until I talked to some friends about it.

Edit: I made it through about 75% of the game like this.

Exactly. Prompt the other party to exercise the smallest amount of critical thought and you can watch it all unravel. It’s fucking exhausting, but that’s what it takes.

I once heard someone drop some nonsense in a conversation about how “San Francisco is a dirty place.” Not only is “city = dirty” a common right-wing trope, but it had zero place in our conversation. It was just kinda parroted nonsense ham-fisted into our dialogue. I simply replied: “I’ve been to silicon valley and the touristy parts of downtown, and what I saw was a nice clean place; I can’t speak for the rest of it.” The guy stopped for a sec and said “well, I haven’t been there myself so I guess I can’t either.”

In that scenario, we’ve already said goodbye to sadness. Regret, anxiety, self-loathing, and severe-bowel-discomfort just pulled up and are joining the party uninvited.

Go back far enough, and you uncover dishes with wonderful names like Farts of Portingale.

More like: Brad discovers the American equivalent of a Hanko, along with all the pain that creates.

You may also want to push on the valve-stem push valve with a “jesus stick”. This is literally “I wouldn’t touch that with a ten-foot-pole” territory, so go find an eleven foot one with a sharp point at the end.

Tires are the enemy.

Lot of people been asking me why my voice beeps all the f**king time. The Torgue shareholders wired my voicebox with a digital censor, so I can’t say stuff like S**t c**k p***y or f**kin-d**kballs. That’s like half my vocabulary, it’s goddamn bulls**t!!

The text just says look 10 hours younger. To me, that means un-doing all the apparent signs of aging: superficial stuff. Less wrinkles, fewer sunspots/freckles, hair is back where it used to be, no more cataracts, etc. Meanwhile, your internal organs, bones, and muscles keep going with the usual aging process.

I imagine this working in a monkey’s paw kind of way. First, the local gravel suppliers just keep mis-delivering things to places where you happen to be. Then they start talking and figure out how to get rid of you so you stop costing them so much business. You survive, skip town, only to start again. You get incredibly wealthy from re-selling all this free gravel. Eventually, mountaintops start dissapearing due to all the illegal quarrying going on…