Where do you find these videos? I’m having a hard time finding combat footage of Ukraine after leaving Reddit.

I was taught this growing up. It took me a long time to get out of that “states rights” mindset and accept the fact that a bunch of rebels could be bad people. The Ordinances of Secession really helped with that.

To be fair, government bailouts are not just free money the government gives large corporations with no attached expectations. When the government bailed out GM, for example, the treasury gave GM $52 billion. $6.7 billion was considered a loan (with interest) which GM has since paid back. The rest was an investment resulting in a 32% ownership of GM by the US Treasury.

So using action surge, one could cast two leveled spells and two cantrips in one turn?

This really speaks to the abundance of ATGMs in the Ukrainian military right now.

If rage comics are coming back, then someone needs to make a c/fffffffuuuuuuuuuuuu or m/fffffffuuuuuuuuuuuu community/magazine.

Barbie: I am become like death, a destroyer of worlds?

There’s a bed wetter among us ಠ_ಠ

So we have a small Stalingrad now? Sweet. I hope it works out for the Ukrainians.

What does “under fire control” mean exactly? That seems like an odd caveat.

I wake up. The sun is already shining through the curtains into my bedroom. My bedroom? Yes, I think this is mine. It feels like mine. The walls are white, unobtrusive, yet uninviting. The carpet feels rough beneath my feet. I'm...shorter than I thought I'd be. Am I dead? Or is this life? Humans are born, they live, and they die. I don't remember living...or dying. I must have simply forgotten. I'm Jason Bourne. Yes? Pop culture references? Got them. Do I remember other things? Two plus two is four. Yes, I remember math. The capital of China is Shanghai, or is it Beijing? Fuck! Maybe Tokyo? I don't know. Maybe I did lose my memory. No, no, no, maybe I never knew the answer to that question. I must have been bad at geography in school, if I ever took geography. Did I take geography? Yes, yes I did. I attended high school in Wichita. I was the valedictorian. I got a B in geography though. I'm remembering now. My favorite color is blue. Blue? Why is my bedroom white? Fuck, I should paint it blue. Wait, what do I do for a living? Marketing? Construction? There's a book on the side table that says journal on the front. Fuck that. I don't like reading. I don't like reading? That's interesting...what else don't I like? Geography. Those stupid little sandwiches people make as appetizers. People who post on Facebook about how difficult their life is but then never explain why or do anything to change it. Wait, am I one of those people? Maybe...

What do I like? Dubstep. I like dubstep. Don't junkies like dubstep? Am I a junkie? Maybe I'm a stereotype...maybe I'm not real. Maybe I'm a figment of the imagination of this person's body, a simulacrum of a junkie based off of their limited knowledge of what a junkie is. Maybe I'm a coping mechanism for a deep-seated trauma that exists for a short period of time, long enough to stand as a sacrificial sentinel between the tsunami of repressed memories and the real individual deep within the actual consciousness that inhabits this body. How do I know what a simulacrum is? Wait, do I know any dubstep bands? Skrillex right? Is there...is there anyone else? Fuck! Am I real? Why do I have memories of listening to dubstep in college in 2013 but can't recall any bands except for the super popular ones? I was valedictorian in high school right? What's one thing a valedictorian would know? Um....what's a mitochondria? It's a....um....it's something in a cell, or Star Wars. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck!

I'm not real. I feel real. I'm freaking out. There's a knock at the door. I don't know what to say. Maybe I am dead. Maybe they're taking me to hell, or heaven, or some random place in between. A man in a pastel green outfit walks in. He's carrying a tray.

"Do you have a mirror?"

He says yes. But I have to take my medication first. "Medication? What for?" He sees that I'm shaking. He's looking at me with...contempt? Worry? I can't tell.

I take the little plastic cup of pills and glass of water. He pulls a mirror out of his pocket with a practiced hand. He's done this before. He shows me my reflection. I'm...I'm older than I thought I'd be. He hands me a book to read, on the front are an ominous pair of eyes staring at me. The title reads The Great Gatsby. He hands me a tiny sandwich and says I need to eat it with my pills. When he turns to leave, he stops at the door to speak. "I'll see you in a few hours for recreation Dr. Stuben. Until then, enjoy your book."

On iOS, you can just use Safari, and “add kbin to home screen.” This creates a shortcut to kbin on your home screen, but it also allows you to use kbin like an app. The website has an amazing UI through safari that feels like a native app you purchased in the App Store. I’ll attach a screenshot to this comment for you to see.

Can you share your code for that? It looks really good! If you're okay with it, I'd like to copy it and tweak a bit for my own magazine.

As someone who has never watched One Piece, this looks pretty great. Maybe I should give the original a try.

Any confirmation that he is actually on the plane? I saw on an OSINT discord server earlier that his plane attempted to enter Kazakhstan and was turned away.

I don’t really care about karma or reputation points. However, I really enjoy having a community where you can upvote and downvote.

Damn dude.