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What you gotta understand with all this American border stuff kicking up a fuss about “increasing security measures to prevent transportation of fentanyl” is that nobody pushing that agenda gives a shit about Fentanyl. You know why? Because it’s killing addicts, and they don’t give a shit about addicts.

If they gave a shit about addicts, they’d be talking about accessible medical care. They’d be talking about public outreach programs. They’d be talking about safe use sites, and counselling, and housing, and transition programs, and prison reform. And they’re not, because it’s not about drugs, it’s about control.

This is exactly what the American government did when it made pot illegal. You know they said it made you violent? That WEED makes the average same adult into a filthy brainless sex fiend that beats people with hammers and can’t hold down a job?

And then they admitted that it wasn’t true, and that they only targeted weed because they wanted an excuse to destabilize Black and Hispanic communities by stop-and-searching, arresting, breaking up gatherings, and raiding whatever brown homes and groups they wanted whenever?

Now they’ve got a drug that just so happens to actually kill people. And even better, it’s infamous for killing COPS! The heroes of the people! My god, it’s a dream come true!

Or, what, you DON’T want random people at the border to be thrown in prison without trial and abused for slave labour? But that’s how they stop the cartels from getting in! You don’t want DEAD CHILDREN and DEAD COPS and DEAD TEENS, do you?

Like they only just happened to notice Fentanyl was a problem *just* as fascism hit peak popularity. Like you can’t produce that shit anywhere you want with the right resources. Like they ever gave half a crap about drug users, or kids, or poor people. It’s wild

Drug users didn’t just start suddenly dying from drugs yesterday.

The USA-Against-Everybody movement is far more recent

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Okay so Danny’s family is insane and have a history of lab accidents and magic accidents.

So one day he is in a store and suddenly sees his long lost uncle (he got lost in a different dimension).

“Danny what are you doing here?”

“Uncle? Didn’t you get lost in a different dimension? AM I IN A DIFFERENT DIMENSION?”

“Uh how did you get here?”

“Family vacation. Dad was driving.”

“No wonder. Must have gone through a natural portal…. What happened to you?”

He grabs his face and arm.

“Lab accident…uh what have you been up to?”

“……Community service!”

“Community service?”

“Yep! I also develop video games, let’s go home and I’ll show you some!”

He nervously sends Danny a way so he doesn’t find out what he really does. Riddles.

“Bats! Leave him and cousin Maddie’s family out of this. I haven’t seen him since he was five and I will not have him disappointed in his favorite uncle!”

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A cyanometer is a device used to measure the intensity of blue in the sky, often used in meteorology and atmospheric studies. It typically consists of a series of blue color patches or a color gradient, allowing the user to compare the sky’s color to these reference colors.

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THIS IS YOUR REMINDER TO CANCEL YOUR NYT SUBSCRIPTION AND NOT PLAY WORDLE OR THE NYT CROSSWORD

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Apparently boomer Democrats are having meltdowns over a gen-z progressive who is primarying an 80 year old Democrat because she "went on trans podcasts" and wore a Charizard kigurumi

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How adorable are cheetah cubs when they're wet? I can hardly put a number on it. For Namunyak's brood this was their first heavy rain in the open and the little ones were unbelievably confused by the look of their siblings, always growling and hissing when they caught view of one of the other 4 little gremlins. It was totally unforgettable, as were so many moments getting to understand and love cheetah even more than before.

Taken in Maasai Mara, Kenya Photographed by Laura Dyer

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This is how any corporation functions. First, increasing profits is done by attracting more customers. Then, once they have all the customers they're going to get, increasing profits is done by increasing prices or cutting costs.

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just wanted to share the National Down Syndrome Society’s message for this year’s World Down Syndrome Day (21st March) 💛💙

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I spent a lot of time handcuffed and in a cage in high school, for a charity bit the grocery store I worked at would do

the bit was that I was "put in jail for having too big a heart" and customers could donate to my bail to get me out (and the money would go to a children's hospital or something)

now. I was very clearly a teenaged employee handcuffed inside a large cage. and I would honestly tell people that I had been in there for hours. and people would say, that's terrible! that's awful! and I would show them my wrists red from the tight handcuffs, and say but I'm sooooooo close to making bail.

and then they would dump some cash in the basket, I'd thank them, and they'd walk away.

and every so often, one of the managers would come by and collect some of the cash, so I could keep being soooooo close to making bail.

I was very good with this bit. Parents with small kids would pay $5-10 if I told their children I had been placed in jail for not cleaning my room/doing my homework, etc. For people in their 20s, I'd threaten that I was very bad at playing the harmonica, but I WOULD play it and we'd all suffer unless they paid me. and for the most amount of money, older men in suits would almost always pay $20s if I avoided eye contact and stammered a lot.

eventually, the managers started to feel bad because I was in the cage so fucking long and often, that I'd need someone to brace me when I got out because I'd have no feeling in my legs. wobbling like a newborn giraffe.

but I would also rake in at LEAST $100 an hour in charity.

so they were like, hey champ. can we, uh, give you a pillow to sit on. in the cage. would you like a pillow so you're not just sitting on a cold metal slab. can we give you a pillow.

and I had to explain to them that if they gave me a pillow, people would think I was more comfortable, so they wouldn't feel as bad, so I'd bring in less money.

the compromise was that they'd bring me a nice coffee every couple hours, which I would have to try to block with my body from the customers.

all this money went to charity. that's what the money was for. it's what was on the sign. but how much they were willing to pay was very contingent on how comfortable I looked, never mind the fact that I was still a teenaged employee handcuffed inside a cage.

and out of the dozens of shifts I did this on, not ONCE did ANYONE say, hey kid I'm going to go talk to your manager because what the fuck is going on here. they would just drop money in the basket, and I'd thank them and sip from my secret drink.

I actually had people get MAD at me that I told them I was far away from bail, they donated like $15, and then 20 minutes I got let out because my shift ended.

again. the money was for charity. it was on the sign that was very clearly placed on the upper half of my cage.

so yeah. even when people think they mean well. people can be really, really fucking stupid.

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