Ehhh it did used to happen. And it didn’t have to be someone with debilitating issues as strong as down syndrome or autism. Back in the 90’s everyone from dyslexics to down syndrome, to people with social anxiety were called retarded. Even a simple idea got called retarded if it wasn’t the norm.

That being said, people who throw people in concentration camps shouldn’t be called retarded. They should be curb-stomped.

You can distill a diabetics piss into a solid whiskey, I know that much.

I generally agree. And I never use the word anymore, but I get where they’re coming from. Personally I wouldn’t say it cause it gives them permission to say it as well, and they’ll abuse it til it’s lexicon again. So personally I’d rather use loser, stupid or any of the other words that also describe them.

However I’m sure in person, arguing with a MAGAt would piss me off to the point of saying it. That’s why I just openly disregard these people off the cuff. Roll my eyes and move on. Like what they’re saying isn’t even worth reacting to because it’s so beneath me.

So let’s say there was a huge crater there… That would stop this madness, right? /s

So you’re saying they just need to scoot back their planned obsolescence a bit to align with western stuff.

To be realistic, they don’t need ammunition. They just make it up anyways. It’s not about being civil and cordial anymore. Points have to be made.

“Not giving them ammunition” means getting ignored. We can’t afford to be ignored anymore. Shit is urgent. The Epstein class needs to be afraid or we wait until they build the technology and infrastructure that allows them to completely ignore our needs/demands forever.

Especially when the right is also mad about the tech. Strike while the iron is hot. Now is the time to act, not just have discussions. And I don’t mean violence, but let them know that card is on the table otherwise we the people will continue being ignored.

When I was in, if you were drinking with other soldiers in a hotel (which was common) you couldn’t claim rape.

Ooh I love crows.

Learn falconry, buy and train falcon to attack drones.

More seriously those cheaper drones can be taken down fairly easy, especially hovering in one spot. Honestly a few shots from a cheap airsoft gun should do the trick. Or if you can figure out the model, you can get a controller for it, then as it gets close, your controller will take over as it would be the stronger signal. I’m assuming it’s a cheaper model as any serious enthusiast wouldn’t use their drone like this, and cheap models have very basic signals, MAYBE it would have 2 channels to switch back and forth from? So you get the model controller, take over control, land it in your yard and turn it off. Who knows what happened to it after that?

Yup! I got called a “lump” a lot by my mother and step dad at the time. Not because I was fat, but because they said I was lazy. I’m sorry you had to grow up that way.

Remembering all the times growing up when teachers suggested I get tested for ADHD and my mom would refuse because she “wanted me to be me, not a zombie” but was wildly disastrous for my future. Now she claims she has it too.

Then she voted for trump 3X.

Nope, just wasn’t expecting that.

They’ve become so attached that they get anxious without them.

“Oh man, I gotta park far away so it doesn’t read my plates and info from the car… Well I’ve gotta bring my Galaxy watch so it counts all the extra steps I’ll be taking.”

Honestly just easier to leave it at home. Or in your vehicle, assuming you didn’t pass by the camera on your way, and leave it sufficiently far enough away. I doubt they can read RFID from cards yet, even at a close enough distance to cut the pole down, but might want to leave those at home as well.

Just don’t forget to leave any electronic devices at home.

My ex and I were roommates with 3 other people. The others were all gone and we were in my room getting ready, she got up to get lube or a vibrating cock ring or something, I can’t remember. But she left the door open. I’m laying there, dick straight up in the air when her cat jumps on my bed. Whatever, it’ll leave when we get down to business. But no, the cat sneakily crawls between my legs and licks the underside of my helmet. Right where that line of skin is that connects head to shaft. I freaked, cat freaked and ran off, I go soft and the mood is over.

If you thought a cats tongue was scratchy on your hand…

Just add half a cup of sugar to your half cup of yogurt.

I’m just glad I live in a part of the country that doesn’t have these things.

All I got was a damned E-5 and a deployment out of it.

“older” damn yo, don’t do that to me.