As it seeks the Trump administration’s approval to acquire Frontier Communications, Verizon said it would drop diversity programs.
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As it seeks the Trump administration’s approval to acquire Frontier Communications, Verizon said it would drop diversity programs.
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“Republicans advance bill with steep cuts to Medicaid as part of Trump agenda.” —The Hill
Quit complaining about Republicans’ proposed cuts to Medicaid. If you all stopped whining that low- and middle-income people deserve quality health care, you’d notice there are plenty of ways to accumulate enough money to afford health insurance yourself. Have you welfare queens even considered becoming actual queens? Once you’re in charge, you can leverage your position to make loads of money. Just pull yourself up by the bootstraps you acquired by abusing your power.
People these days don’t have enough get-up-and-go. One little setback and they’re dependent on Medicaid forever. Instead, when life hands you lemons, demand that it also hand you a $400 million jet in exchange for unnamed future political favors.
Crowd-sourced data on the giant sea bass suggest it's making a rebound
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I encounter broken systems like this almost every week. And probably, so do you.
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“The first group of White South African refugees arrived in the U.S. on Monday under President Trump’s executive order mandating they be prioritized for resettlement—even as the broader refugee program remains largely on hold.”
—NPR
1. Are you a victim of racial discrimination?
A. Yes
B. Yes, in the sense that the systemic advantages my people used to enjoy have been chipped away at somewhat in recent years
2. Do you own Birkenstocks?
A. No
B. Yes
3. Is there currently a genocide against people of your race, religion, or culture?
A. Yes
B. Yes, in the sense that we are no longer allowed to take land away from other people whenever we want to, which is basically just as bad
4. Is rice a crucial staple in your cuisine?
A. Yes
B. No
This war is not just about death. It is about making life impossible.
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The U.S. is in talks with 19 nations, including Libya, Kosovo, Rwanda, and Moldova, to accept deportees from other countries.
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I remember the phrase from my boyhood, listening to baseball games on the old wooden radio by my bed. A major hitter would be up and — bang! — he’d connect with the ball in a big-time fashion. The announcer in a rising voice would then say dramatically: “It’s going, going, gone!” It was a phrase connected to success of the first order. It was Duke Snider or Mickey Mantle hitting a homer. It was a winner all the way around the bases. Today, though no one may say it anymore, somewhere deep inside my mind I can still hear it. But now, at least for me, it’s connected to another kind of hitter entirely and another kind of reality... Read more
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Have you ever wanted to use gasoline as lipstick? Or wished someone would start a campfire up your nose? That’s what it feels like to eat the new Pringles Hot Ones. A chance to be transported to the surface of the sun without your shoes on.
I don’t usually eat Pringles. But I was recently dumped, and it’s left me with a lot of free time to go to the grocery store with my critical mother. She was raised in Poland during communism. Even her hugs are violent.
“Straighten your back when you walk,” my mother says as we enter the grocery store. “You’re hunched over like a depressive.”
I see a sign with fake red flames: PRINGLES! NEW FLAVOR! AISLE 5!
I am depressed, by the way. I was dumped by a thirty-five-year-old man with a combover for a haircut. He ghosted me. Disappeared like a fart into the night.
I move through the grocery store. It’s a labyrinth of cold gray aisles, like the chambers of my ex-lover’s heart. Did I just say that out loud? I feel my mother’s communist eyes on me. “You need a haircut,” she says.