And plenty MAGA asshole enough to have hired a neo-nazi to set sale pricing.

AKA it’s going to be a big god-damned mess to actually get rid of you, so here’s the lowest-level work we have for your job description. Good luck in your own case and with re-election, asshole.

Honestly, the fact that there were any professional consequences at all is a bit of a relief. Anybody with half a brain and an ounce of empathy could tell he pulled an ego-driven schoolyard-bully move and deserves to be punished, but with nothing “officially official” being done to the girl, it was always going to be hard to turn it into a removal from an elected position.

Also: while I don’t know the selection process for US Navy submarines, my experience with the military is that you can have an opinion about how you want to be posted, but no actual decision-making ability. So I may hope to fly Navy jets, but the Navy can simply say: “fuck you, you’re going to be stationed on a submarine,” and there’s little I could do about it.

You not wrong in general, though with submarines in particular, longstanding policy in the US Navy is that you don’t put people in them who aren’t willing to give it a try, specifically because of those close quarters and limited options in an emergency. I have heard stories of people having a hard time getting other postings once they’re qualified sub-mariners, but having a crew full of resentful balls of anxiety is not worth it to them.

I guess in return, they get a little more money, better food (at least until it runs out), a vague sense of exclusivity, and a more casual culture arising from the close quarters and the actual risk of death being a constant motivator to do your job well.

Something tells me the People’s Liberation Army Navy might take a bit of a firmer approach to postings, but I don’t know for sure.

Maybe we can be ecumenical and call it Canadian Warehouse Sci-Fi. LOL.

See also Killjoys, Dark Matter, Vagrant Queen, Helix, Ascension (some scenes), and I think Orphan Black would fit alongside The Expanse. Soooo many darkly lit industrial-themed loft apartments, barely disguised warehouses, and underground tunnels that (in the real world) let people avoid the weather while downtown. :-)

Doesn’t prevent a show from being good, far from it, but it’s an identifiable look.

Funnily enough, YOUR show seems to have been filmed in France, LOL. Canadian warehouses are a state of mind, I guess.

“Toronto warehouse sci-fi” was almost its own genre for a while, with The Expanse sort of being the apotheosis of the form.

End stage Fry’s was so weird it could have been a Terry Gilliam movie or something. Vast expanses of mostly empty aisles with the few bits of leftover inventory still there, but interspersed with filled-up cages of AliExpress junk at 10x the AE price or 3x the “get it tomorrow” Amazon price. Then there would be one or two areas where the vendors had gone along with their cockamamie “we’ll sell your shit on consignment!” scam, and a few sad employees trying to avoid making eye contact.

Yet Microcenter endures.

Pocket squares/boutonnieres are pretty much always on the wearer’s left-hand side, so that’s my guess as well.

Something people forget, and especially people on the right, is that being on the front lines does not make you the final arbiter of good or even morally defensible policy. When your job is to make arrests and get your ass home safely every day, and you’re almost universally called from incident to incident showing people at their worst or in a moment of victimization, you’re going to start to see every interaction as emblematic of societal decay. That can’t help but affect your outlook on the world, and the average person attracted to law enforcement is just that… an otherwise average person. A lot of them are dumb as shit, and even the ones who aren’t have their own confirmation biases (e.g. being attracted to a job imposing order in the first place) and resistance to seeing the forest for the trees.

It would be foolish and cruel not to take Law Enforcement’s preferences and suggestions into account in any policy discussion, but it would be even more foolish and crueler to think they hold some unassailable position of authority in that dialogue. Most American cities, and certainly most American cities that vote Red seem way closer to the latter than the former, and even the Blue ones always struggle with simply deferring to those who “know best” and not wanting to be accused of reluctance to keep people safe via the existing institution that’s (in the public perception at least) set up for that.

Seems like PERF is intended to sort of be that. A more cynical person might imply that their recommendations aren’t really meant to be taken seriously by cops on the ground, but they are at least partially there to say the right things.

GODDAMMIT! 🤣🤣🤣

1. Cool story. I liked it, and the visual of the skullbone with an arrowhead in it was welcome, as well as sufficiently out of context not to feel gruesome.

2. I think the headline of “Europe’s Oldest Battlefield” is more likely to be accurate than the article’s “world’s oldest battlefield,” but there may be some nuance of meaning (oldest with war dead actually found in situ?) I’m missing. Neat thing to learn about either way.

3. The iamverysmart contingent that refuses to read the entire articles is out in full force in the Gizmodo comments, with several people suggesting that the foreign arrow heads were from trade (“The foreign arrowheads have not been found in tombs in the Tollense area, indicating that the arrowheads from elsewhere didn’t simply make their way to the region through trade.”), and several others musing on what the metal arrowheads might have been made of (“The arrowheads were flint and bronze.”).

Fuckin’ Bavarians, man!

Sheriffs are generally elected, but the scope of their responsibility varies widely in different jurisdictions. In some places they are mostly responsible for some combination of courtroom bailiffs and serving legal documents and running the county jail. In others, they’re the primary law enforcement that citizens will deal with on a daily basement basis.

This story actually sent me down a brief rabbit hole. If there is any science they put into it, it’s psychology. It’s all about treating them as badly as the non-shooting part of the job could ever be (and likely worse), and weeding them out, all while doing the traditional “break down to build up” crash course in traumatic teambuilding. They barely need the average number of graduates to be active SEALs, much less do they need the rest of the applicants to do any remotely similar work. Weeding them out through sheer misery is as good as any other way, though even then the Navy doesn’t want them dying of Rhabdo. No, the Navy will be happier if you die from pneumonia brought on by your steroids and viagra (apparently the blood pressure effects help reduce swimming induced lung edema) helping you push your body until it literally breaks down.

Navy BUD/S in particular is a recruiting tool for the Navy. They dangle a glamorous prize in front of the boys of America, a prize that is quite disconnected from anything else the Navy does, and they therefore sign many of them straight out of civilian life for four-year contracts with only the promise that they’ll be allowed to try out. Well over half of the applicants don’t do any actually useful Navy stuff before going to BUD/S; for them it’s their first “training” after basic recruit training. When 90% or whatever of them drop out, they “serve the needs of the Navy” without even the thin guarantees of an enlistment agreement because by letting them do their insomniac beach torture running for a week, the Navy has officially lived up to their end of the bargain. So you’ve got all these kids, many of whom are already high level athletes and often have higher test scores or even degrees, doing whatever the Navy wants them to. Even the ones who don’t sign up for BUD/S can still get pulled into the recruiting office by the romance associated with Hollywood warriors.

Once they wash out, it (anecdotally) seems like about half of them rotate into something useful (seemingly split between brain-jobs like intelligence translator and kinda-cool jobs like underwater ordinance disposal), and the other half get made “undesignated seamen,” your average sailors who are applying new paint or scraping old paint or heating up bagged chicken tenders that taste like paint, basically all the jobs that the Navy has trouble filling. One amusing reddit poster talked about how they’d be doing all these thigns on the “USS Neverdocks.” It also seems like, regardless of the job they move onto, the general impression is that most of the dropouts will be professionally useless for several months, and only about half ever become truly productive sailors. But nobody knows for sure, because the Navy won’t tell anyone.

The alum who led the training most recently graduated from the Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL training program, or BUD/S, Collins also said. The program is an intense, monthslong training program for Navy SEAL candidates.

Sounds like former lacrosse-bro either thought his instructors were wimpy CYA babysitters when they told him he should be drinking so much water all day, everyday that he can’t even sleep through the night, or perhaps slightly more forgivably, he internalized the lesson so thoroughly that he didn’t realize current lacrosse-bros would not be hydrated nearly well enough to handle a SEAL workout. In either event, that macho competitive bullshit mindset pushing people to ignore giant flashing biological warning lights and hurt themselves is one of the ways that toxic masculinity is literally toxic. It’s D3 lacrosse, my friends. The fate of the free world does not depend on beating Wesleyan by 9 instead of 7.

Tangentially, that cereal is super good, sweeter than you’d think but not cloying, although TBH I’m not turning away garbage kids cereals either.

I know, right?

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What? Is? The DEAL?

Who dood?