No, but he did kill, or drive into exile or poverty and political irrelevance anyone who didn’t share his views.
Those people were also Spanish. The ones you condemn for what they did to your ancestors. So shouldn’t you be in favor of that?
No, but he did kill, or drive into exile or poverty and political irrelevance anyone who didn’t share his views.
Those people were also Spanish. The ones you condemn for what they did to your ancestors. So shouldn’t you be in favor of that?
You know what there’s no one really doing, or not anyone that young men are following?
Someone telling them they’ll have more prospects if they just make female friends. Not friends that they expect to one day fuck, just friends that are women. So they know how to talk to women and treat them like human beings.
How very Florida.
He’s not even saying he should have left because he thinks the election was a fraud. He’s saying he shouldn’t have left because he did a good job.
Agreed, but I’ll take that huge silver lining.
Hear me out: we have and she refuses to use it. Because that’s how teenagers work.
Late for what exactly?
She’s in online school.
I’m the one who is legally responsible for making sure she gets to class and doesn’t get kicked out for truancy.
The above post has nothing to do with “objective facts” or the early history of Space Force. I thought that was your lane. Why have you stepped out of your lane?
Last I checked, Franco did not sire the entire Spanish population. Who you are blaming for things that happened before any of them were born.
We are so, so lucky that they made the stupid choice of thinking Smedley Butler would betray his own country.
Yeah, my first thought was ‘who are they being shared to?’ Because it’s probably just the MAGA faithful. And they’re going to believe it’s a hoax if Trump loses anyway.
Which strongmen? I don’t see this helping Trump.
You’re right. I missed that. So you think the two lanes are “post funny memes” and “rely on objective facts” and they cannot cross.
Interesting.
That doesn’t sound like you’re relying on objective facts to come to that conclusion.
Especially when it wouldn’t be especially rational to make someone who’s lane is to “post funny memes” a mod of c/WorldNews.
Maybe they were just taking advantage of a poor intellectually disabled soul like myself?
I really don’t see what Putin has to gain from this.
Maybe always tolerated. Now it’s official.
You didn’t tell me what your lane is. I wonder why?
“When you’re rich, they let you do it.”
A block down Baiitsu, toward the port, stood a featureless ten-story office building in ugly yellow brick. Its windows were dark now, but a faint glow from the roof was visible if you craned your neck. An unlit neon sign near the main entrance offered CHEAP HOTEL under a cluster of ideograms. If the place had another name, Case didn’t know it; it was always referred to as Cheap Hotel. You reached it through an alley off Baiitsu, where an elevator waited at the foot of a transparent shaft. The elevator, like Cheap Hotel, was an af terthought, lashed to the building with bamboo and epoxy. Case climbed into the plastic cage and used his key, an unmarked length of rigid magnetic tape.
Case had rented a coffin here, on a weekly basis, since he’d arrived in Chiba, but he’d never slept in Cheap Hotel. He slept in cheaper places.
The elevator smelled of perfume and cigarettes; the sides of the cage was scratched and thumb-smudged. As it passed the fifth floor, he saw the lights of Ninsei. He drummed his fingers against the pistolgrip as the cage slowed with a gradual hiss. As always, it came to a full stop with a violent jolt, but he was ready for it. He stepped out into the courtyard that served the place as some combination of lobby and lawn.
Centered in the square carpet of green plastic turf, a Japanese teenager sat behind a C-shaped console, reading a textbook. The white fiberglass coffins were racked in a framework of industrial scaffolding. Six tiers of coffins, ten coffins on a side. Case nodded in the boy’s direction and limped across the plastic grass to the nearest ladder. The compound was roofed with cheap laminated matting that rattled in a strong wind and leaked when it rained, but the coffins were reasonably difficult to open without a key.
The expansion-grate catwalk vibrated with his weight as he edged his way along the third tier to Number 92. The coffins were three meters long, the oval hatches a meter wide and just under a meter and a half tall. He fed his key into the slot and waited for verification from the house computer. Magnetic bolts thudded reassuringly and the hatch rose vertically with a creak of springs. Fluorescents flickered on as he crawled in, pulling the hatch shut behind him and slapping the panel that activated the manual latch. There was nothing in Number 92 but a standard Hitachi pocket computer and a small white styrofoam cooler chest.
– William Gibson, Neuromancer
I don’t know. Not according to that guy in the show.