Twitter is not free speech. Free speech didn’t magically appear when Twitter did. Neither will it die if Twitter dies. Make no mistake. This is about Elon’s ego. NOT free speech.
i don't think for a moment his ego isn't involved and yet no one else seems to have lifted a finger while every facet of information was shut down and censored if his ego helps us free the shackles of "misinformation" and "hate speech" then i'm in its not like there's some other choice
got it. I absolutely thought the MF on the end of that was you know what, given your aversion to typing cusswords... I agree with you...if it annoys the Left, bueno ! Who cares if it's about his ego, anyway ? Do you become the world's richest person by being meek and humble ? Or not lying or cooking the books ? That's how I did it...
Snake oil, bro...snakeoil. The best portrayal of one was by Martin Balsam in Little Big Man, imo. Every time Jack Crabbe ran into him, he had lost another limb or an eye...lol. My man Chief Dan George in my avatar was simply perfect in that, too.
17-18 WS runs almost killed me... was gonna check in 20 when we won it all.. but went down To Chavez ravine and partied instead lol Chilling.. mainly do all my dodgers verbage on twitter nowadays
My dog died. His blood is on my shorts. Same shorts I was wearing last year when he tore a nerve out of my left hand and left them bloody. I remember saying i was never going to wear those shorts after he bit me the last time because of how bloody they were. I remember saying I was gonna put the dog down finally. I couldnt. I was the worst dog father to this dog I have ever been to a dog. He had zero direction and I allowed others to ruin him while I was at work. Just to avoid fighting with people I let them 'educate' my dog. I didnt let them, they did it while I was gone but It was too late for the dog by the time I got angry. Working must suck for people with children. I hated leaving my dog with strangers. And a new wife is basically a stranger in your house if you dont know that she kicks and yells at animals when you arent looking. It basically ended the marriage for me. I could never see her the same again and she could not understand how I could care more about the dog than her. The dog was not hurting anyone. He just wanted to play and his puppy playfulness bothered her and she would hit him. I love the victim and hate the victimizer. It really was that easy. It is not easy to kill off a part of you, your wife because you realized she is a black widow that kills everything she touches. Maybe thats why the cancer I got during the marriage hasnt killed me yet. Maybe I got out in time. But not Dickies. He probably had a bad liver or something from the kicks he was given as a puppy. I had a bad liver and fucked up ribs on that side from getting kicked a lot when I was small too. So maybe im just projecting. My dogs name was Dickies and he was a tough son of a bitch. Never cried or whelped or made a whimper while he was sick. Not howl not a yell not a nothing. He died like he lived. He was the toughest dog I have eve had and I have had a lot of tough dogs. He could never do any of the feats my other dogs could. He only had a few little pet tricks that he would do. He mostly like to hunt and kill shit. And roughhouse. I just thought I saw him coming in through the side door when I heard a noise. It was dejavu. I hadnt felt anything physically till that moment right now. Now im fighting back strong emotion. He lied down in my bed for a few hours before he died. We played on the bed and i sang to him like when he was a puppy. But I knew he was about to die. His breath and farts smelled like my grandpas did the days leading up to his death. So I let him stink up the place. Its gonna be a bleach and vinegar day. But at least I have a maimed hand to remember him by. And the birds. There is a certain bird that mimics the little squeal/yelp thing dickies would do at them. It was just outside the window making the little sounds. A dog alone learns to talk to the birds passing by. And dickies spend a lot of alone time when he was a pup. And he wasnt allowed in the house when I was home. I was trying to learn how to be a good husband and keep wife happy. So if i wanted to be with my dog I had to be outside. I wasnt married long but I spent most evenings outside listening to the dodgers game and reading your guys posts on my phone so I could be with Dickies. I neglected my wife for my dog after neglecting my dog for my wife. My priorities are warped. But thats because people are too. And im a dog. And dogs dont cry. They play the next card.
so sorry rube the unconditional love dogs give is greater than most humans are capable of providing i finally got married a couple years ago but i’ve had dozens of dogs great post bro i’d be lying if i said it didn’t make me tear up thinking about all my pups
he was a wild dog like his owner at least you can bury him on the mountain i have six buried outside my window miss every one of them and it never gets easy
i been remembering all of my old dogs today. my first dog died the same way he was a whippet i found crawling around in the yard crying one day in the 90's the little thing was like the size of an overgrown rat, it was pink and hairless and barely opening its eyes i think part of me wanting to come live in the mountains was initially so my dog could run free without me worrying a car was gonna hit him i wasnt worried about coyotes or wildcats out here because he could outrun everything even the hawks he lived a long ass time probably from all the running and hiking and good bbq that was part of my daily life before 2012 but one day he got all wimpy and didnt want to eat and i took him to the doc and they said his liver was fucked just like mine he got better but got sick again and died similarly to how dickies died except muneco never bit anyone and never even fought with the coyotes because he would run circles around them making them bark and yap at him, it was funny to watch from the roof. dickies was like dino from the flintstones for the first 3 or so years of his life but he changed dramatically within the first few months of whats her face moving in also we went on a long honeymoon for a few months in the desert relaxing buried in mud and swimming in sulfur hanging out in nearly deserted indian communities with great art and food and freedom because im weird and you know... plus the koreans keep buying all the available land and they seem to keep the area free of meth and the liquor stores safe desert is not so bad if you a roman with certain types of arthritis the heat might make your skin sticky but it keeps your bones lubricated .