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@findingwings-nevercomingdown
If that doesn’t say ‘suck my dick, Nazis’. I don’t know what does
Over 113, now! He missed celebrating his Bar Mitzvah because of the first World War, so he finally observed it September 2016, a hundred years later.
Just checked, and he’s still alive! He’ll be 114 on September 15th.
Happy 114th Birthday!!!
Every time I get ready to start a new chapter in my life, I get this sullen sense of disquiet eating away in me. I’m done with college. I start a job in an industry I love (aviation) doing what I love (computer science), despite the improbability of that happening. I’m getting married in less than three months. I should be excited. I should probably be a bit nervous, too.
But why am I so sad?
if ur ever sad look at this picture of leonard nimoy holding garlic
Last veteran of his WWII battle group marching alone in Memorial Day Parade.
The Onion should write a very meta article about how comedy-news site writers have completely given up, unable to compete with reality anymore.
I’m crying I think I want a sloth now
what even are sloths
This is a fantastic logo.
wow that rly is
This is the best piece of graphic design I’ve ever seen.
The most popular aircraft in flight! Group photo taken on July 16, 2016 .
“Battle of Britain Day” at the Flying Heritage Collection in Everett, Washington. I was there!
GOOD
BYE
RIP VINE
15+ Rare Photos Of Victorians Proving They Weren’t As Serious As You Thought
They were just the same as us, but since it took so long to take a picture, it was easier to keep a stern face for as long as it took for a picture to be taken.
they’ve been playing the same goddamn M&Ms christmas commercial for the past 8 years
he does exist!
they do exist
oohh….*faints*
eight years what the fuck are you talking about that commerical is from 19-goddamn-96
thats not 8 years
that;s 18 years
WHAT
it’s that time of the year again. time to bring back this reminder.
okay but Campbell’s is still playing that one chicken noodle snowman one, right? And that one I remember from an even EARLIER age
from 1993. thats 22 years ago
this commercial has been playing for 22 years.
thank you for reminding us all that the holiday ads never really change
okay but
this one’s from 1989
26 years
marketing strategy: if it ain’t broke don’t fix it
is this what the kids are listening to these days?
Took me a while to identify what in the world the other brass was till I realized it wasn’t.
I’m cackling
coneygoil:
angryinkeddrunk:
dharuadhmacha:
webofgoodnews:
Have some faith in humanity!
Because sometimes we need reminded that there is still a lot of good in this world
I have tears.
^same
valadilenne:
I’ve been thinking a lot about the meeting between Trump and Obama at the White House, and here’s the thing.
Obama used to be a law professor. This is key.
Law school is so, so different from college.
In college, everyone expects there to be a “syllabus day,” kind of a grace period where they can show up and get the lay of the land, figure out the bare minimum that they can get away with, the TA gives everyone their office hours, there’s an introductory lecture, and everybody leaves a few minutes early to go take a nap or something. You do the bullshit assignments, you say something in class now and then to get your participation check mark, and figure out how badly you can do on the final and still pass.
But see, in law school, all the methodologies you’ve spent the last 17 years operating under go out the window. Day one of law school is you being thrown into the deep end of the pool—you’ve had a homework assignment for two weeks now, and it’s to read the first 200 pages of your casebook. And now it’s you and the teacher (who is usually as smug as Alex Trebek) gauging and assessing what you managed to absorb while you skimmed through all those pages of reading so you could hurry up and get to the other 150 pages of reading for your next period class, in front of 50 people who are all smarter than you. And if you fuck up, or you didn’t do the reading, you are at the mercies of not just the professor, but the silent satisfied judgment of your peers.
Law school is hard, and it will make you feel stupid and tongue-tied and like you don’t know anything and can’t form an argument—because you don’t, and you can’t. Everybody there has had a 4.0 since birth. Everybody there was the smartest kid in their class, and you’re all rabidly competing for a sliver of a chance at something down the road. It’s petty, and savage, fiercely entrenched in a culture of formalities and ceremony, and exactly like Washington DC.
Yesterday when I was driving home, the NPR reporter talking about the Oval Office meeting mentioned that Trump had thought it was going to be a “getting to know you” type meeting, but that he was surprised when Obama stretched their talk out to 90 minutes before sending him along to the Capitol building where he met with congressional leaders for more lengthy meetings and stuff he didn’t want to do.
And he hasn’t even gotten to the actual job yet.
So think about that as we go into this.
Trump walked into the Oval Office like a two-pump-chump freshman thinking it was syllabus day, and what he got was the first day of law school, and he hadn’t done the reading like everyone else had, and Professor Obama decided to put him in the hot seat.
This was Obama’s chance for the most perfect revenge that would never be picked up on as revenge at all. He was gracious, polite—everything he needed to be for a peaceful transition and a good review from the press. And that would continue when the doors were closed, because that’s the key. Not a Come to Jesus meeting, oh no. If Obama were smart—and he is very smart—he would have treated Trump like an equal, and brought the discussion to a level that assumes far more of Trump than anyone has so far. Assumes that he’s an adult who’s been paying attention. Statistics, esoteric minutiae about the executive branch procedure, economic growth numbers, labor figures, domestic policies, countries Trump has never even heard of, shit that would never in a million years have been in Trump’s campaign soundbites or digestible summaries.
No way to escape. No aides to remember any of it for him. Just the two of them.
Because that’s what would strike a precise chill into Trump. The thundering realization that he’s woefully unprepared for the hard, boring, thankless reality of this, and Obama’s version of a smooth transition won’t and shouldn’t include remedial civics.
That’s what I saw when they shook hands and Trump stared at the floor instead of looking back into Obama’s face. He’s just figured out how little he knows about any of this.
And that should give you a small glow of satisfaction, because after those meetings, Trump definitely has the 1L Terror Shits. In January, the night sweats and insomnia will show up, but for these first few weeks—nothing but diarrhea and self-doubt.
