
The Daily Mail article says he’d killed elephants before, so ¯_(ツ)_/¯

The Daily Mail article says he’d killed elephants before, so ¯_(ツ)_/¯

“We wiped out the apex predators so now we have to be the apex predators” is an…interesting take on justifying trophy hunting.
You could just fund conservation for animals like lions and hyenas in the savanna, and other predators in other environments. It’s better overall, see the effects of reintroducing wolves to Yellowstone.
Guerilla plant fast growing plants in vacant areas to suck up as much CO2 as possible?
(Yes I know this is like a drop in the ocean.)
You can stand in front as a shield, but only then.
Martial arts? Like monks are trained in?
A horribly designed sex toy.

On the bad site there was a whole dontputyourdickinthat community.
Between Burnet and Lamar
Are you in Austin? Because Austin has that.


And LLM slop coding will make it exponentially worse.


Even without that culling, half the calories are not calories humans can process. We can’t digest stalks of corn or wheat, for example. Various livestock animals can digest biomass that would otherwise go to waste.
He should be yelling at Hank, not Jesse. This renders your argument invalid.
That also solves the problem of the dealership needing to continue charging hundreds of dollars to replace a lost key.
If missing the point was an art, you’d be Michelangelo.


I’m skeptical about the ritual part, but not the sexual abuse part.
And yeah, the fact that it looks like Google and other internet companies are hiding the story is quite disturbing.
He’s afraid he’ll enjoy it too much.


Ending the decades of trade sanctions might be a good step forward. Sanctions punish the poorest, the wealthy and powerful in any nation subject to sanctions miraculously find a way to maintain their lifestyles.


I mean, look at US treatment of protesters and ask yourself if the government doing that shit has a moral leg to stand on even if the 36k number is true.
Or at least lichens.
If you read it in Kermit the Frog’s voice, it’s like you’re in the room with him. Minus the smell of meat-and-benzo sweat.