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Hana-Rawhiti Kareariki Maipi-Clarke, the youngest MP in Aotearoa, starts a haka to protest the first vote on a bill reinterpreting the 1840 Treaty of Waitangi
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Fall of the Rebel Angels, carved out of a single piece of marble in 1740 by Italian sculptor Agostino Fasolato, it depicts 60 fallen angels.
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Reblog si este cono patina mejor que tú
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CHILCHUCK TIMS SAYS WORKERS RIGHTS!!
Inspirational words for freelancers, hourly paid workers and salarymen alike
(There will be stickers, watch this space :,,)
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HERETIC (2024) dir Scott Beck & Bryan Woods
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"Going Postal," Terry Pratchett
Miss Dearheart gave him a very brief look, and shook her head. There was movement under the table, a small, fleshy kind of noise, and the drunk suddenly bent forward, color draining from his face. Probably only the man and Moist heard Miss Dearheart purr: “What is sticking in your foot is a Mitzy ‘Pretty Lucretia’ four-inch heel, the most dangerous footwear in the world. Considered as pounds per square inch, it’s like being trodden by a very pointy elephant. Now, I know what you’re thinking: you’re thinking, ‘Could she press it all the way through to the floor?’ And, you know, I’m not sure about that myself. The sole of your boot might give me a bit of trouble, but nothing else will. But that’s not the worrying part. The worrying part is that I was forced practically at knifepoint to take ballet lessons as a child, which means I can kick like a mule; you are sitting in front of me; and I have another shoe. Good, I can see you have worked that out. I’m going to withdraw the heel now.”
There was a small pop from under the table. With great care, the man stood up, turned, and lurched unsteadily away, without so much as a backward glance.
“Can I bother you?” said Moist. Miss Dearheart nodded, and he sat down, with his legs crossed.
“He was only a drunk,” Moist ventured.
“Yes, men say that sort of thing,” said Miss Dearheart.
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Invite a friend to come over. Leave your front door unlocked, leave your phone on the table and climb out of your window. When they show up to your place, just sit quietly nearby and observe. See if they try the door. The door is unlocked. If they go in, wait a few minutes. Come home like normal. Act spooked that they're there. Demand to know what the fuck they're doing in your house. Act confused by their claim that you invited them, and point out that your phone was at home this whole time. They could have sent those messages to themselves from your phone to invite themselves over.
It's your word against theirs and you both have the same defense: nobody normal would do that for no reason.
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