just had a really good mango it was so good that i had to illustrate how it made me feel afterwards.
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just had a really good mango it was so good that i had to illustrate how it made me feel afterwards.
op’s tags are so fucking important to me
The government says destroying his own data during an airport interrogation was illegal.
A few things of note:
This is why people to your left have been chiding you about the "pedo" panic: now, the government can accuse you of being a "pedo" to justify committing crimes against you.
This is why people to your left have been chiding you about the "terrorist" moniker: for the last half century, the government can accuse you of being a "terrorist" to justify committing crimes against you.
The American government is claiming, simultaneously, that they had the right to search the phone because it was a routine search (ie, they searched without evidence of wrongdoing), and that saying that password was destruction of evidence because the phone contained evidence (ie, they searched due to evidence of wrongdoing).
While this is technically a legal argument to make, it seems very unlikely to lead to a conviction because it's hard to prove to a jury beyond reasonable doubt that the government both does and does not have evidence of wrongdoing.
You may beat the case, but you can't beat the ride.
The purpose of this lawfare isn't to get a conviction; the purpose is to make his activism more difficult. They arrest him and hold him and charge him and release him and slowly grind him down. He's currently out on bond. If they arrest him again for another bullshit charge, they can revoke his bond for the first bullshit charge.
All of this cost tens of thousands of dollars, if not hundreds of thousands of dollars.
They don't care about getting a conviction. They care about making his life and his activism as difficult as possible in hopes that the future he is fighting for does not come to pass.
also, and this is important from a legal perspective, if they don’t drop the charges ultimately and it does go to court and they do get a conviction, they’ve just set legal precedent that allows them to continue doing this to anyone. per the article, this is the first example of law enforcement using that particular law to press charges related to destruction of data on a phone, but if they succeed in making the argument then that makes it much harder for the next person to defend themselves because prosecutors can point back to this case and the fact that the court upheld the argument.
it will then require supreme court appeals and legal revision to change that, or legislative action to ban this type of behavior on the part of law enforcement. which is not likely to happen with the current court appointments and political environment.
so either way they harass activists and discourage anti-law enforcement action, and in the best case (for them) they get to mold the law to their benefit.
everybody thinks having ocd is all about touching stoves or hand washing when in reality it’s really about having this guy inside your brain
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when your uncle gets the christmas pudding to a sustainable boil and it smells like straight up skeletons
how the fuck is this #solarpunk
the pudding contains a biological element
Reverse Air Bud movie about a human basketball player who, on a technicality, enters and wins the westminster dog show
at my old job there was a guy who was a liability in every possible way. socially inappropriate, obliviously rude, seemingly incapable of learning, sly and self-aggrandizing, dismissive of every suggestion until enough time passes that he thought it was his own brilliant idea. and everyone found this irritating but he experienced zero consequences for it, ever, and every single professional conversation about the problems he caused began and ended with reassurances that he was a hard-working nice guy whose heart was in the right place.
meanwhile our sister location had an employee who was almost identical to him in every conceivable way except that she was a woman. and she was fucking reviled. l never heard anyone say a nice thing about her or scramble to defend her. Everyone was eager to shittalk her unapologetically even though her offenses were more cringe than they were hurtful. It started to drive me crazy because I disliked her too but I hated that I was encouraged to complain about her failed program ideas but discouraged from complaining about his abject disrespect and incompetence. Towards the end of my time there I had enough sympathy for her that I was going out of my way to be kind to her and she suddenly became way more tolerable and even pleasant—it was incredibly obvious that most of her objectionable qualities stemmed from defensive hostility about being openly treated like a cringe weirdo. Which like. Same lol.
Actually you know what. I’m gonna call her to chat right now. Post cancelled.
me leaving the theatre with two roasted turkeys in my shoulders
i don’t understand what this post is saying, why would i be leaving the theatre with uneaten turkeys. where did i get them from. what the fuck was i talking about.
You don't understand your own post?
i don’t understand anything
It's my cat's birthday (anniversary of me getting him) so I told him the story of his life while petting him real good
Highlights include:
For your first two years (when you were small) you lived in a foster home with people who raised you into a very polite young man. Two is like you plus me, that's what two is.
Some people adopted you before me and they called you Timmy (which is a stupid name) and they returned your ass almost immediately because you were so annoying at that age.
Like think about how annoying you are right now at seven years old, but way worse.
I'm better than them though, I don't call you Timmy and I wore earplugs to bed for three years because you love to scream at bedtime. Earplugs are like when I roll over and go back to sleep even when you are yelling so so so loud.
I got you at a time in my life when I was really sick (being sick is like when I'm up late because I'm throwing up and you are a very handsome good boy who sits with me) and they had to put me asleep for a procedure. A procedure is like what happened to you when they put you asleep and took your balls away.
Now you've lived with me for five years. Five is like the number of toe beans on one of your feet. When I clip your nails five is when we're halfway done. But we're hopefully not even halfway done with how long we get to be together. I'm gonna have to figure out new ways to help you count.
Actually I've decided this is a poem
Critter of the day: this critter is ready to enjoy the delights of soup
give the trees names and they will protect you
(approaches random tree) punch that bastard for me, krunglefuck 9600. punch him real good
"rickrolling is mean" rickrolling is the gentle, kind, prosocial descendant of what we used to do on the internet, which was putting a redirect to goatse in every possible misspelling of a url
Rickrolling is deceptive, but it's among the most harmless forms of deception available
in other words, it may tell a lie, but it will never tell a lie and hurt you
"we should be thankful we have the privelege to be cold during this heatwave" - me, snuggled under a blanket, two days before our air conditioner broke
Today I want to show you a very special painting.This place is part of my childhood and some of my happiest memories. I painted it after a trip to Russia in 2017. It feels like a lifetime ago. My oldest son had just turned one, and my husband and I traveled to visit my parents.My parents have a big off-road vehicle, and they love exploring places where ordinary cars simply can’t go-deep forests, marshes, hidden lakes, and quiet rivers. They took us on many adventures, and this was one of those places. We spent the day fishing there and even caught a few large northern pike.This landscape is near the village of Kholuy in the Ivanovo region of Russia.Although I painted it years ago, it isn’t for sale. It is the only painting that was permanently damaged during the catastrophic flood that hit my gallery in 2021, After days of heavy rain in Belgium and Germany, a dam had to be opened overnight to prevent an even greater disaster. Nobody had time to prepare. During the night, the water rushed into the building. The flood reached almost 2.5 meters (over 8 feet) high, nearly touching the ceiling. My paintings floated in muddy water for many hours.Afterward, I washed and disinfected every painting by hand. Many survived surprisingly well, although several wooden stretcher bars warped as they dried. This painting was less fortunate. It must have fallen in just the wrong way, and part of the thick acrylic paint layer detached from the canvas. It now has a small but visible scar, and I still don’t know the best way to restore it.So it hangs in my home instead.People often ask whether it’s okay to touch my textured paintings. I always say yes you can gently touch them with your fingers or even wipe them with a damp cloth if needed. After seeing paintings survive a flood, floating in dirty water for hours, it’s hard for me to imagine that even thousands of curious fingers could do more damage than that one night did.
Sometimes a painting carries not only the memory of the place it depicts, but also the memory of everything it has survived.
acrylic, linen 100 * 120 cm “balance” 2019
i think "turning into a pumpkin" is my new favorite way to articulate the state of things when I am at a function and very overstimulated and it feels like my brain is melting. it's like no i can't be a person anymore i have to leave i'm turning into the pumpkin. the time is up yeah i gotta go. yeah see u later. pumpkin time.
Lets go All Over The Fucking Place with mama