Or go to Britain and get both

Surely a significant proportion of the owners would be Saudi/Emirati/Qatari royalty and thus would claim diplomatic immunity, or failing that, threaten to crash the economy by withdrawing investments unless they’re let off the hook and everyone who had the temerity to enforce the law against them loses their job.

By some accounts, voters voted for Trump precisely because he is a vulgar crook: his election was a negation of Obama and Harris, and an affirmation of the white-supremacist idea that the lowest white man is above the best person who is not one.

In this case, giving this 2-bit goon the award is the same in microcosm.

Presumably, the reasoning goes, a falling cat would choose the deck of a Japanese warship over the open water.

In any case, they got a bit further along with dropping bombs filled with small bats implanted with incendiary explosives, which would then roost in wooden buildings. That project was only cancelled when they had atom bombs working.

During WW2, the US explored using cats on parachutes to guide bombs to targets. The idea never was put into practice, though.

Given that the ultimate problem is to stop germ/virus transmission through skin contact on the door handle, I wonder how this compares in practice to other solutions such as automatic doors triggered by proximity sensors.

To stop them from getting grimy and losing efficiency, trains will be fitted with car-wash-style brushes on their undersides, giving them a good clean as they pass over them.

As far as transport goes, that’s certainly the case. The slow victory lap the Skybus does down the freeway after having taken $24 from you does rub in the reality of its lucrative monopoly position.

Pretty much every other airport in a major city in the developed world has a fast rail link. Some have multiple. But in the Lucky Country, we don’t go in for long-term planning, because she’ll be right mate.

In the fediverse, “underage” means under 40.

More like slaves than usual?

At least the dream comes from something rattling around in the speaker’s subconscious, rather than a big bag of statistically-weighted words harvested from the entire world

The prequel to the original gritty, morally ambiguous First Blood, or to the Reagan-era commercial blockbusters which made a messed-up veteran into an anticommunist superhero?