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Magic: the Gathering - Headlines
Absolutely brilliant work by redditor fireshot1 who had created these âMeanwhile in Ravnicaâ headlines with a nod perhaps to the meme - worthy âFlorida Manâ subreddit.
Magic: the Gathering - Headlines
Absolutely brilliant work by redditor fireshot1 who had created these âMeanwhile in Ravnicaâ headlines with a nod perhaps to the meme - worthy âFlorida Manâ subreddit.
so many white people donât get this
I liked the part where the possums ate fruit
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me and my various becomings
Add me to the list of people who would like an enchantment-based Commander deck. You'd think with 6 rounds of them, there would have been one by now.
Itâs a theme weâll have to get to eventually.
Black-White Daxos may not be the enchantment commander you want, but he still exists and is a FUN deck!
The hero we need
Toni Braxton, delete your account
âAmericans love Mexican food. We consume nachos, tacos, burritos, tortas, enchiladas, tamales and anything resembling Mexican in enormous quantities. We love Mexican beverages, happily knocking back huge amounts of tequila, mezcal, and Mexican beer every year. We love Mexican peopleâwe sure employ a lot of them. Despite our ridiculously hypocritical attitudes towards immigration, we demand that Mexicans cook a large percentage of the food we eat, grow the ingredients we need to make that food, clean our houses, mow our lawns, wash our dishes, and look after our children. As any chef will tell you, our entire service economyâthe restaurant business as we know itâin most American cities, would collapse overnight without Mexican workers. Some, of course, like to claim that Mexicans are âstealing American jobs.â But in two decades as a chef and employer, I never had ONE American kid walk in my door and apply for a dishwashing job, a porterâs positionâor even a job as a prep cook. Mexicans do much of the work in this country that Americans, probably, simply wonât do.
We love Mexican drugs. Maybe not you personally, but âweâ, as a nation, certainly consume titanic amounts of themâand go to extraordinary lengths and expense to acquire them. We love Mexican music, Mexican beaches, Mexican architecture, interior design, Mexican films.
So, why donât we love Mexico?
We throw up our hands and shrug at what happens and what is happening just across the border. Maybe we are embarrassed. Mexico, after all, has always been there for us, to service our darkest needs and desires. Whether itâs dress up like fools and get passed-out drunk and sunburned on spring break in Cancun, throw pesos at strippers in Tijuana, or get toasted on Mexican drugs, we are seldom on our best behavior in Mexico. They have seen many of us at our worst. They know our darkest desires.
In the service of our appetites, we spend billions and billions of dollars each year on Mexican drugsâwhile at the same time spending billions and billions more trying to prevent those drugs from reaching us. The effect on our society is everywhere to be seen. Whether itâs kids nodding off and overdosing in small town Vermont, gang violence in L.A., burned out neighborhoods in Detroitâitâs there to see. What we donât see, however, havenât really noticed, and donât seem to much care about, is the 80,000 dead in Mexico, just in the past few yearsâmostly innocent victims. Eighty thousand families whoâve been touched directly by the so-called âWar On Drugsâ.
Mexico. Our brother from another mother. A country, with whom, like it or not, we are inexorably, deeply involved, in a close but often uncomfortable embrace. Look at it. Itâs beautiful. It has some of the most ravishingly beautiful beaches on earth. Mountains, desert, jungle. Beautiful colonial architecture, a tragic, elegant, violent, ludicrous, heroic, lamentable, heartbreaking history. Mexican wine country rivals Tuscany for gorgeousness. Its archeological sitesâthe remnants of great empires, unrivaled anywhere. And as much as we think we know and love it, we have barely scratched the surface of what Mexican food really is. It is NOT melted cheese over tortilla chips. It is not simple, or easy. It is not simply âbro foodâ at halftime. It is in fact, oldâolder even than the great cuisines of Europe, and often deeply complex, refined, subtle, and sophisticated. A true mole sauce, for instance, can take DAYS to make, a balance of freshly (always fresh) ingredients painstakingly prepared by hand. It could be, should be, one of the most exciting cuisines on the planet, if we paid attention. The old school cooks of Oaxaca make some of the more difficult and nuanced sauces in gastronomy. And some of the new generationâmany of whom have trained in the kitchens of America and Europeâhave returned home to take Mexican food to new and thrilling heights.
Itâs a country I feel particularly attached to and grateful for. In nearly 30 years of cooking professionally, just about every time I walked into a new kitchen, it was a Mexican guy who looked after me, had my back, showed me what was what, and was thereâand on the caseâwhen the cooks like me, with backgrounds like mine, ran away to go skiing or surfing or simply flaked. I have been fortunate to track where some of those cooks come from, to go back home with them. To small towns populated mostly by womenâwhere in the evening, families gather at the townâs phone kiosk, waiting for calls from their husbands, sons and brothers who have left to work in our kitchens in the cities of the North. I have been fortunate enough to see where that affinity for cooking comes from, to experience moms and grandmothers preparing many delicious things, with pride and real love, passing that food made by hand from their hands to mine.
In years of making television in Mexico, itâs one of the places we, as a crew, are happiest when the dayâs work is over. Weâll gather around a street stall and order soft tacos with fresh, bright, delicious salsas, drink cold Mexican beer, sip smoky mezcals, and listen with moist eyes to sentimental songs from street musicians. We will look around and remark, for the hundredth time, what an extraordinary place this is.
The received wisdom is that Mexico will never change. That is hopelessly corrupt, from top to bottom. That it is useless to resistâto care, to hope for a happier future. But there are heroes out there who refuse to go along. On this episode of âParts Unknown,â we meet a few of them. People who are standing up against overwhelming odds, demanding accountability, demanding changeâat great, even horrifying personal cost.â
Anthony Bourdain
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âI want to speak to a manager,â the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.
A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, âShe wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!â before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.
I took in the womanâs look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,
âI am the manager.â
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Tom got his money
Tom is happy! REALLY happy!!
What's with all the pirates being female?
We aim for there being an overall mix of males and females in card illustrations in a set at 50/50. That means itâs possible for some subsets to lean one way or other other.
Interestingly, when it leans towards females, I often get the question, âWhy so many females?â Yet when it leans towards males, no one ever asks.
Someone in the notes commented that in Rivals itâs 60/40 men to women pirates. This is a proven thing that when you there are more women represented than usual but still less than a majority, men feel like they are actually the majority.
This happens when women talk less but will be described as talking more too.