But before the last step, yo boy DJ Vance’s investment group will buy up the ‘distressed’ farm land for profit.
This always feels like the first few iterations of chat GPT. Words, but absolutely no understanding on how to combing them.
~heehee~ ~‘highly’~
He isn’t elected yet, is he?
It doesn’t. The ruling makes little sense and is just showing that playing the game with absolutely no ethics works very well.
You make a lot of them. They are flat. They get painted, they get punched out, (this is where the ‘magic’ happens) they get shuffled around to load into machines to put them on the bottles, they go through the machine and they get clamped to the bottles.
There! Instant plastics!
This also may explain some of the cognitive stuff being so acute in the last year.
The question is this: will he still be alive?
All of this was a pretense.
Weird story time: My great grandfather was obviously the source of the autism in our family line. Man could not read social subtext to save his life. He felt driven to find some sort to group to belong to that had set meetings and such. For a 5 year span, he joined, like, everyone. Elks, masons, you name it. When we were helping him clean out his house in the early 90s we found a KKK uniform. We asked about it. Apparently it was billed as a men’s group and they just had costumes made. He went along with it for a few meeting and then the extracurriculars were discussed at his last meeting. He finally got the point of it. He got out. We had his calendar book from that year(and every year from the 30s-retirement) and we saw the date where he started crossing out the KKK meeting times.
Why he kept it? It was the best work his wife had ever done.
Several years later I asked my grandfather if his dad was racist. Basically, he said that his dad had gotten in trouble for not understanding the racist, unwritten policies he was supposed to enforce and kept asking why, as there was no logic to them.
New Regan era, as they wanted.
I’ve broken an arm, neck, and a leg. I’ve had gall stones (actually worse that the others). I had kidney stones and was being constantly asked my pain level and was just on my phone and calmly said ‘seven’ and they didn’t believe me, until they got the CT results of the three 7-9mm stones lodged my ureters. The nurse was confused and I had to explain to the doc on call they needed to remember that things are all relative. Once they saw my BP edging toward stroke level, they brought out the meds.
It is complicated to be honest in medicine, isn’t it.