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Hey, I'm doing a pause today to share with you where I am in process of the production of Episode 38 and also look back in the mirror of what happened so far since summer 2022, the last time I published an episode of Pepper&Carrot. I'll try to explain all the process of what happened for me to take so much time on this one.
You'll find that the big bottle-neck was mainly at the step of the scenario.
Mais de 100 afetados pela onda de demissões em empresas de tecnologia contam como o encanto virou decepção.
The post Demissões na Meta, Twitter, Google, XP e empresas de tecnologia têm ‘leve ameaça’, cortes durante licença e bônus menor para brasileiros appeared first on The Intercept.
I know Tony Blair knew there was no stockpile of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq before Britain and the United States launched the invasion. The revelation came in a bizarre encounter in a spartan, windowless room at the Ministry of Defence (MoD) headquarters in Whitehall. The meeting with the government’s expert on Iraq’s WMD […]
A Son of the New American Revolution
GDP Data Confusion
Guest Post by Observer R
It’s not just that media figures who sold the most devastating war crime of the 21st century never faced any professional consequences—they’re more powerful and influential now than ever.
The post US Media’s Iraq War Pushers 20 Years On: Where Are They Now? Rich and Influential appeared first on scheerpost.com.
This is an article I’ve been avoiding writing for a few years now because there’s no upside to it, much like a man weighing in on feminism or a white person writing about first nations or anyone who isn’t a Zionist racist piece of garbage writing about Israel. But because trans-rights have become a political wedge issue, I feel it has become necessary to discuss them.
I’m fifty-five years old. When I was growing up two things were true about transvestites (which we universally thought of as male to female). People didn’t like them, and people mostly didn’t think it was any of their business unless they were tricked into a romantic or sexual encounter with one.
I don’t want to underplay how much they were disliked. Watch the end of the first Ace Ventura movie to get a feel for it.
Regime change, not disarmament, was always the driving factor behind U.S. policy towards Saddam Hussein’s Iraq.
The post Iraq 20 Years: Scott Ritter—Disarmament, the Fundamental Lie appeared first on scheerpost.com.
Or How Americans Learned to Stop Worrying and Forgot the Bomb.
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An Eros Encyclopedia by Rachel James sometimes feels like an autobiography of an eros. Sometimes it feels like a set of dream reports or a chorus of voices or a set of transmissions from a lost diary somewhere on earth. There are snippets from a play, too—voices in a psychedelic choir that pop up with the minimalism and verve of Aram Saroyan. It is, without a doubt, one of the most moving debut collections of poetry I’ve read in years. Stunning, electric, shimmering, unclassifiable. “Collection” might not be the right word. The individual pieces—fragments, I would say, if they weren’t in their individual ways so radiant and contained, so each complete—all without titles, cascading across 150 pages moving from prose to song to sardonic but sweet aphoristic quotes that turn the whole idea on its head, like:
Now I am a rock far away from the shadow of an idea
—exiled piece of mountain
Mark Gillespie looks at the chaos and death the US unleashed on Iraq following the invasion in 2003—and why we need a new movement against war.
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Some people want a life partner who’s the perfect adult: always on top of the lawn care, the taxes, and who to vote for in the next municipal election.
Me, personally? All I want is a lover who makes every moment fun and hilarious. That’s why my dating app bio says, “Please don’t take life too seriously!”
When I meet the woman of my dreams, she’ll be a goofball, a rascal, and a fun-loving troublemaker—in that order. I can just picture our first date. We won’t greet with some awkward, straitlaced hug. We’ll instinctively do a fist bump, leading into a fist kaboom, leading into finger birdies, leading into a pirate dance, leading into a light make-out.
We won’t care about that dumb biographical exchange that normies love: “What do you do for work? Oh, do you like teaching? Any siblings? Thoughts on Roth-IRAs? Favorite toothpaste?” Stop, because I need to kill myself.
Instead, my date will smile deviously and say, “Guess where I’m from.”
And I’ll say, “Is it… terrestrial?”
And she’ll say, “Not exactly.”
And I’ll say, “In that case… Glorp glorp glorp glorp.”
And she’ll say, “Glorp glorp. Glorp?”