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Unsealed transcript reveals a judge bought the DOJ’s arguments about “bounties” on an ICE agent, when his name and location were on LinkedIn.
The post Judge Censored an ICE Agent’s Face Over “Threats.” His Info Was a Google Search Away. appeared first on The Intercept.
This letter is to inform you that your career aptitude test evaluation is complete. Your recommended career: Bridge Troll.
Here at the Career Aptitude Institute, we evaluate thousands of tests each year from students all over the country. In the entire history of our organization, we have never seen results that so confidently aligned a student with a specific path. Typically, the results yield a mix of career options (civil engineer: 43 percent match; project manager: 28 percent match, etc.). Your results, however, were about as clear as they come. Bridge Troll: 99.98 percent match. This is especially unprecedented, as our computers typically have a 2 percent margin of error.
We understand these results may come as a surprise to you. It is highly likely you weren’t aware that a career like this even existed. While bridge trolling is undoubtedly a niche and undervalued role, rest assured, it is vital to the economic health of any developed nation.
What exactly does a Bridge Troll do, you ask? Job duties include, but aren’t limited to:
A new Kansas law lets those “aggrieved” by the presence of a trans person in a bathroom to file a civil suit for monetary damages.
The post An Anti-Trans Bathroom Bill With a Cruel New Twist appeared first on The Intercept.
Wendy lit the stove to heat a pot of tomato soup. She turned to grab a wooden spoon and gasped. Two little girls in smocked dresses stood in the doorway.
“Come play with us,” one said.
“I’m making lunch,” Wendy whispered.
“We want you to play with us,” the other girl said. They stared at Wendy. Unblinking. Evil. “Come play Monopoly Junior.”
“Why can’t the two of you play together?” Wendy asked.
“We want to play with you,” they said in unison. “Can we have a snack?”
“I’m literally making lunch!” Wendy sobbed.
Wendy stood outside Room 217. She took the passkey from her pocket and slid it in the lock. Inside, the bathroom door was ajar.
It was in there. She could feel it. She crept in.
There stood a woman: bloated stomach, sagging breasts swaying like ancient cracked punching bags, glassy-eyed, hair dry and wild, pale, lips pulled back in an ugly grimace. Wendy screamed.
It was a mirror. Self-care had fallen to the wayside since Danny was born.

Behind a ballerina’s beautiful performance lie hours of discipline, tenderness and an abiding attention to detail
- Directed by Veronika Pokoptceva

At 25, I saw my grandfather’s ghost. At 52, I think of what it may mean to be a ghost
- by Kathleen Donohoe

The metaphor of rewiring offers an ideal of engineered precision. But the brain is more like a forest than a circuit board
- by Peter Lukacs
They keep going on about these small boats. Where are they? I’ve not seen any coming up the Irwell. My grandad smiles at me as he says it. 79 years old and he is still every inch the Trade and General Workers’ Union shop steward. We’re sat a five-minute walk from my grandparents’ bungalow in […]
Every year on 4th February, the world unites to mark World Cancer Day (WCD), a campaign that raises awareness, amplifies voices, and inspires collective action against cancer. Behind the scenes, the World Cancer Day website, built with Drupal, powers millions of people, providing a central platform for global engagement.