RamblingNonsense

Another win for the Biden administration against Russia. Although I’m sure no one will acknowledge how well he’s doing. Biden and his generals are doing a great job defending the Ukraine and beating back Putin, aka Trump’s best friend. Biden showing you can accomplish what you promise without being an boisterous a-hole to everyone on social media.

Glad he got what he deserved. This is why young people are having trouble finding jobs and making a living. Have you ever considered letting your employees act differently than you would run your own household? These aren’t little kids they’re adult employees. I’m sorry if they didn’t conform to your exact unnecessary and illogical standards.

And I’m sure the boyfriends were buying things making them customers. What moron business owner throws paying customers out with his employees? Seems like a quick way to lose your business.

This is actually a brilliant TokTok and I absolutely love it. By continually pushing boundaries and degrading awful parenting we can set children free. After all: discipline, manners, and gender are just systemic control of the white patriarchy to keep down the minorities and those of us on the spectrums. Obviously any parent that overreacts or gets upset about a kid telling them to “shut the frick up” to their face doesn’t deserve kids anyway. You always have to de-escalate and allow the children to behave how they see fit.

If more parents understood this simple concept we’d have less racism and police brutality in our world.

But I know y’all will downvote because this place is a backwoods redneck heaven for conservative groupthink

Anyone else angry you have to wait until January?

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He's right, there's been a lot of really good work on the permutational output statistics. The dichotomy of the results from the variance shows no bias and all bias. Meanwhile the coefficient correlation has some weird causation making people talk about it more agitating younger populace

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Couldn’t have said it better myself

7+0+5=12
12+1+2+7=20
20+7+1+2=31
31+12+2+0=45

Answer is 45

You see 5, 7, 12, 20, 31, _____

You take the number and you add it to the number two numbers back and then add the middle
Number broken into singular integers.

So to get to 12 it’s 7+0 because there is no second number back + 5 is 12.

Then to get to 20 it’s the number 12 plus itself broken into integers or 1+2 plus the previous number which is 7

Then to get to 31 it’s 20 plus 7 plus 12 broken which is 1+2 plus another half over again which is 1 remainder so 31

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The U.S. will send an additional $800 million

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I’m glad the United States cares more about global humanitarianism without strings or oversight more than they do the value of money and effects of over spending. There is no greater calling or cause than to put others ahead of yourself. Surely if we just keep giving more and more money to any causes we think need money and continue to print money whenever we can’t justify current spending our value of the dollar will actually increase because everyone will be so happy about how we’re spending our money no one will care about how much we’ve devalued our currency.

SlavaUkraine

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I did?

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Seems a bit harsh, but policy is policy I guess

The punishment is quite appropriate here. Educators and administrators cannot be held accountable due to their students behavior. Therefore any time a student acts up they must be punished severely so as to set an example for others. The educators and admin cannot be punished for the actions of the students. Educators are not responsible for how their students learn or behave. Educators are there to distribute the material. Whether or not the students learn it is inconsequential to teacher evaluations. This is why educators are so important, especially those with higher education degrees and masters degrees. Without them who would distribute the knowledge? It doesn’t matter how they do it or what happens afterwards. Teaching is one of the hardest jobs in this country. This is why doing away with grades is a great thing many states are implementing. If we get rid of all the metrics by which to judge teachers we would all realize how great all teachers are.

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Why is this post downvoted for one of the best Monty Python monologues?

Month Python live at Drury Lane

Why-why, what's the point of going abroad, if your just going to be treated like a sheep? Carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Boventry. Their blothed backs and their bardigans and their transistor radios, complaining about the tea or they don't make it properly, do they? And stopping at endless Majorcan bodegas selling fish and chips and Watney's Red Barrel and calamaris and two veg. And sitting in their cotton sunfrocks, squirting Timothy White Suncream all over their puffy, raw, swollen, purulent flesh, 'cos they overdid it on the first day. Being herded into countless Hotel Miramars and Bellevues, Bontinentals with their international luxury modern roomettes and swimming pools full of draft Red Barrel and fat German businessmen pretending to be acrobats and forming pyramids and frightening the children and barging into the queues. And if you're not at your table spot on seven you miss your bowl of Campbell's Cream of Mushroom Soup, the first item in the menu of International Cuisine. Every Thursday night there's a bloody cabaret in the bar featuring some tiny emaciated dego with nine-inch hips and some fat bloated tart with her hair Bryll-creamed down and big arse presenting flamenco for foreigners. And an adenoidal typist from Birmingham with flabby white legs and diarrhea trying to pick up hairy, bandy legged, whop degos called Manuel. And once a week there's an excursion to local Roman remains, where you can buy Cherry Aid and melted ice cream and bleedin' Watney's Red Barrel. And one night they take you to a typical restaurant with local atmosphere and color and you sit next to a party from Rhyl who keep singing "I love the Costa Brava!" "I love the Costa Brava!" And you get cornered by some drunken green grocer from Luton with an Instamatic camera and last Tuesday's 'Daily Express' and he's on and on and on about how it is running the country and how many languages Margaret Powell can speak and she throws up all over the cuba libres. And spending four days on the tarmac at Luton Airport on a five-day package tour with nothing to eat but dry British Airways sandwiches. And you can't even get a glass of Watney's Red Barrel because you're still in England with the bloody bar closes every time you're thirsty. And the kids are crying and vomiting and breaking the plastic ashtrays. They keep telling you won't be another hour, but you know damn well your plane is still in Iceland, because it had to turn back, trying to take a party of Swedes to take a party of Swedes to Yugoslavia. Of course it loads you up there at 3 a.m. in the morning. And then you sit on the tarmac for four hours because of unforeseen difficulties, i.e. the permanent strike of airtraffic control over Paris. When you finally get to Malaga airport, everybody's queueing for the bloody toilet, and queueing for the bloody half-customs officers, and queueing for the bloody bus that isn't there, waiting to take you to the hotel that hasn't yet been built. When you finally get to the half-built Algerian ruin called the Hotel Limassol, while paying half the holiday money to a license Spaniard in a taxi, there's no water in the pool, there's no water in the bath, there's no water in the tap, there's only a bleeding lizard in the bidet, and half the rooms are doublebooked, and you can't sleep anyway, 'cause the permanent are in the jungles in the hotel next door. Meanwhile, the Spanish National Tourist Board promises that the raging cholera epidemic is merely a mild outbreak of the Spanish Conleigh, rather like the previous outbreak in 1616, even the bloody rats are dying from it! Meanwhile, the bloody guardia are arresting 16-yearolds for kissing in the streets -(something I can't make out) - everybody's buying little awful horrid donkeys with their names on, I can't tell you the -(something else I can't make out)- and when you finally get to Manchester, there's only another bloody bus to carry you another 60 miles...