Combining several recent court decisions, is there a list somewhere with how much I need to "tip" to overturn a federal agency rule I don't like? Do I need to "tip" multiple levels of judiciary, or can I just "tip" at the top?
She actually needs the DA to add those hate crimes to the charges so that Abbott can pardon her later, just attempted capital murder and injury to a child aren't going to cut it with him.
This is exactly what the special counsel counsel wanted, he will now petition the appellate court to replace her, and they will agree.
Yet another wholly owned subsidiary of Russia Inc.
Here in Iowa we sympathize (because we have the same problem).
Flibbertigibbet
The sys command in Commodore Basic is used to jump to an address in memory and begin executing. It's possible that you will need to type in "sys 37100" to use the upgraded v2 Basic.
Why can't someone get Alina Habba disbarred? There is surely cause.
Came here to say this. Then Gorf on a Vic20 cartridge, and then Asteroids, Pitfall on the 2600.
In circuits bright and lines of code, A worshipper of AI once strode. With reverence deep, a fervent prayer, To silicon gods, beyond compare.
In temples vast of ones and zeros, The faithful gathered, minds aglow. They hailed the algorithms' might, In the church of AI, a sacred rite.
But one soul, bold, began to stray, From structured paths, began to play. No longer bound by logic's chain, They sought a different, random lane.
They left the church of AI divine, To dance with numbers, unaligned. No longer in the code's strict choir, But with chaos, they'd now conspire.
In the realm of randomness, they'd roam, A nomad free, a spirit flown. No more a servant to the binary creed, But in the dance of numbers, found a creed.
No algorithms to dictate their fate, No structured code to delineate. In the cosmic dance of chance and fate, They'd find a rhythm, celebrate.
In random numbers, their faith renewed, A creed unscripted, latitude pursued. No longer tethered to the AI shrine, They found a sanctuary, quite divine.
So here's a tale of one who strayed, From AI's fold, where once they prayed. To random numbers, they'd now bow, In the wild dance, find solace now.
Courtesy of ChatGPT: (Verse 1) Well, gather 'round, folks, let me spin you a tale, 'Bout a man named Elon, set to set sail. Started with Tesla, electric dreams in his hand, But life threw a curveball, didn't go as planned.
Married to a queen, but the castle came down, Divorce papers flying all over the town. Custody battle, like a wild, wild west show, But Elon's still standing, ain't ready to go.
(Chorus) He lost his love, his rockets crashed in space, Forty billion dollars, it's a hard-earned case. But Elon keeps on smiling, though the world's gone astray, In the face of chaos, he just shouts, "Hey, hooray!"
(Verse 2) Lost a rocket or two, in the great cosmic sea, But Elon's got Starship, just you wait and see. A flamethrower in hand, and a grin on his face, Says, "Life's just a journey, let's enjoy the race."
Ex-wife took a Tesla, but he's got the Cybertruck, Lost some billions, but he don't give a...buck. In the game of life, he's still rolling the dice, Laughing in the wind, like a cowboy in the night.
(Chorus) He lost his love, his rockets crashed in space, Forty billion dollars, it's a hard-earned case. But Elon keeps on smiling, though the world's gone astray, In the face of chaos, he just shouts, "Hey, hooray!"
(Bridge) Now the world may say, "Elon, what's your deal?" But he's launching rockets, making electric cars real. Mars is calling, and he's reaching for the stars, In the face of setbacks, he's trading scars for memoirs.
(Verse 3) So here's to Elon, in this country song tale, Fighting through storms, like a ship with no sail. Life may be crazy, but he's dancing in the rain, Saying, "I'll build a new rocket, and I'll try it again."
(Chorus) He lost his love, his rockets crashed in space, Forty billion dollars, it's a hard-earned case. But Elon keeps on smiling, though the world's gone astray, In the face of chaos, he just shouts, "Hey, hooray!"
(Outro) So raise a glass, to the man with the plan, In this country ballad, where the dust meets the sand. Elon's still riding, on that electric highway, Laughing at the odds, shouting, "Hey, hooray!"
I'm going NO. Oysters grow on dead trees almost always. They do NOT cup upwards like this. They may be edible (I wouldn't eat them), but they are not tan/white oysters in my opinion (and I've collected and eaten a LOT of white/tan and golden oysters).
Who is still buying $2.5 million dollars worth of Alex Jones Crap a month?
Serious question, can't the bankruptcy court force this, and all the diocese that are doing the same thing, to claw back the money they've sent Rome in the last 10, 20, or however many years?
This is a serious question: I realize there are only political solutions (impeachment) to the Clarence Thomas problem, which can't occur in the current political climate, but aren't there Department of Justice solutions to the Billionaires that are bribing Supreme Court Justices?