We found a glitch in my house that allows that allows you to skip the beginning middle and end of the game.

I don't see how it is relevant, but if that is very important to you then you should also know that the Israelis attack the Palestinians basically every Ramadan.

You realize the people who attacked them are also semites right? Semite doesn't equal Jewish. Israel doesn't equal Judaism.

There are Jews in the US who are critical of the nation state of Israel. Curious how that fits in your framework. You think they are just ethnomasocists?

Not every attack is caused by the boogieman that people think Russia is

This. I attended several concerts and recitals when I was in college. A girl I was seeing was actually music major. Now I’m a hick who just happened to get a degree and enjoy classical music. But I felt like a fish out of water before and after the concerts. Concerts themselves were excellent.

There was a time that I thought people didn’t understand the consequences. Now I realize that most people are just entirely apathetic.

My friends started calling me a cat because they said I had 9 lives. lol

Side note: I don’t know if I was clinically dead in any of these.

I have three experiences. When I was 10 I was hit by an SUV travelling 50+ mph while walking across a highway. It knocked my shoes off and threw me dozens of feet. I still don’t remember anything. Apparently I was unconscious for awhile. First responder said they saved my life while waiting for an air lift to take me to the hospital. It was the kind of nothing when you sleep and wake up.

The second I mixed a bunch of drugs. I think I was on 5 different ones. I took an absolutely massive rip of air duster and instantly my body was gone and so was anything resembling reality. I remember thinking ohhh I’m dead. My being and/or individuality was melting / merging into this infinitely recursuve fractal pattern. The sense I was an individual was an illusion. Then I snapped back into consciousness.

The third I definitely don’t think I was dead, but it was a very relevant dream. The kind of dream that is so vivid it is indistinguishable from reality. I was completely sober at this point in my life (in part because of the experience above and another experience with hallucinogens where I saw the exact same thing the VFX artists made in the exorcism of emily rose, but I saw it before the movie was even made).

The dream started with me at my own funeral. I was for lack of a better word a spirit. I’ve never had dreams like this before or after.

The most fascinating thing was the sense of need and/or desire was completely gone. I felt the most free I had ever felt in my life. But I did have tasks. I had to visit my best friend Brant. He was in a very dark small place that I kind of transported to he was dead/ a spirit too. He apparently hasn’t had a source of light here and I apparently had a small bit of shine. Because the room lit up a bit when I entered. We laughed about how weird it was that there were shadows even though we were semi transparent. Then my dad (whom I never saw but apparently was guiding me through my tasks) said I don’t know how long you have left you need to go. So I left and I visited/transported to my mom who was also a spirit. We danced together. She was skinny and wearing a bright red dress. There was more light here but it was still nondescript. Then I woke up .

I sobbed like a baby for probably 30 minutes when I woke up. The biggest change was that I had desires again. I desperately wanted to stay in that state I was in during the dream. The best I can describe it is if you had a good job, had great sex, ate an amazing meal, than sat in your most comfortable chair next to the people you love, for a brief moment you wouldn’t feel any base human level desire just a vague satisfaction. It was like that but times 100 and it was just the default state.

Since they dream I’ve only told it to strangers and Brant. Brant had since died via suicide at age 25. My mom who has been obese most of my life, has lost significant amounts of weight and now owns a strikingly similar dress. Honestly I don’t know what to make of it. It still spooks me. It changed my life.

Only one million. Apparently the IRL answer is come talk to me when your company makes the fortune 500.

Seeing the new mustang I definitely believe Henry Ford is still at the helm of this ship directing Ford from the depths of hell.