Unpigged

Here is opening page of meeting minutes of The Wannsee Conference that literally says "die Entlösung der Judenfrage". The place where it happened still stands and is open to visitors.

It's not some weird training issue, you can't get there accidentally. Grok training data is very creatively filtered.

Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance.

They are maintaining a system in a good working order not chasing ideals of profits or growth.

They keep their secrets undercover

The rich don't bother about those that suffer

This ain′t land of milk and honey

'Cause all they want is money, money, money

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Elaborate please?

One of my historically worst hangovers was from soju. Together with friends we went to a Korean grill place and the drinks just kept coming. Next morning was bad. I was wrecked in a ways Sodom and Homorrah were, and I was the Lot's wife looking back at the inferno in the mirror. Big bang headache with coordination of a limp muppet and diction of a local railway station announcement.

I'm a big guy. I'm my life I've experienced some shits. Metal band tours. Post game rugby bus shenanigans. Hoboing around and drinking to keep warm. Getting wasted with carbide enriched hooch while at a LARPG. Soju brought every of that memory, and played a sadistic slow motion replay, making me question every life decision.

So yeah, gotta try that again once. And I need to score some buckfast.

How comes he had full control over government and still barely scrambles to get enough votes to push his authoritarian bills?

IMO the orange fart ain't got allies. Having allies requires empathy. He has people he can use, people he used and people he will attempt in using given a chance. It's not alliance but utilization.

Just sell it as a modern take on (manliest of manly) Roman and Greek tunics. Alpha bros will be drooling for it in no time. That, however, will ruin the purpose by making the dress unwearable again so nah.

Black metal and grindcore distros are so happy!

So it's all about marketing your flesh bag to the highest bidder? Ah so ironic.