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The best part about Harrison Butker being a misogynist psycho is that a lot of dudes can head hunt his stupid kicker ass for a 15yd penalty next season and get a lifetime of credit with the women in their lives pic.twitter.com/A39siYC22t
— Brian Moote (@MootePoints) May 15, 2024
https://twitter.com/MootePoints/status/1790861677535096915
The best part about Harrison Butker being a misogynist psycho is that a lot of dudes can head hunt his stupid kicker butt for a 15yd penalty next season and get a lifetime of credit with the women in their lives
https://twitter.com/MootePoints/status/1790935342662431182
I just checked twitter. Hahahaha people big mad about this one.
https://twitter.com/MootePoints/status/1790949799862145103
The replies to this are a work of idiot art ⬇️
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JONATHAN HARKER'S JOURNAL
(Kept in shorthand.)
15 May.—Once more have I seen the Count go out in his lizard fashion. He moved downwards in a sidelong way, some hundred feet down, and a good deal to the left. He vanished into some hole or window. When his head had disappeared, I leaned out to try and see more, but without avail—the distance was too great to allow a proper angle of sight. I knew he had left the castle now, and thought to use the opportunity to explore more than I had dared to do as yet. I went back to the room, and taking a lamp, tried all the doors. They were all locked, as I had expected, and the locks were comparatively new; but I went down the stone stairs to the hall where I had entered originally. I found I could pull back the bolts easily enough and unhook the great chains; but the door was locked, and the key was gone! That key must be in the Count's room; I must watch should his door be unlocked, so that I may get it and escape. I went on to make a thorough examination of the various stairs and passages, and to try the doors that opened from them. One or two small rooms near the hall were open, but there was nothing to see in them except old furniture, dusty with age and moth-eaten. At last, however, I found one door at the top of the stairway which, though it seemed to be locked, gave a little under pressure. I tried it harder, and found that it was not really locked, but that the resistance came from the fact that the hinges had fallen somewhat, and the heavy door rested on the floor. Here was an opportunity which I might not have again, so I exerted myself, and with many efforts forced it back so that I could enter. I was now in a wing of the castle further to the right than the rooms I knew and a storey lower down. From the windows I could see that the suite of rooms lay along to the south of the castle, the windows of the end room looking out both west and south. On the latter side, as well as to the former, there was a great precipice. The castle was built on the corner of a great rock, so that on three sides it was quite impregnable, and great windows were placed here where sling, or bow, or culverin could not reach, and consequently light and comfort, impossible to a position which had to be guarded, were secured. To the west was a great valley, and then, rising far away, great jagged mountain fastnesses, rising peak on peak, the sheer rock studded with mountain ash and thorn, whose roots clung in cracks and crevices and crannies of the stone. This was evidently the portion of the castle occupied by the ladies in bygone days, for the furniture had more air of comfort than any I had seen. The windows were curtainless, and the yellow moonlight, flooding in through the diamond panes, enabled one to see even colours, whilst it softened the wealth of dust which lay over all and disguised in some measure the ravages of time and the moth. My lamp seemed to be of little effect in the brilliant moonlight, but I was glad to have it with me, for there was a dread loneliness in the place which chilled my heart and made my nerves tremble. Still, it was better than living alone in the rooms which I had come to hate from the presence of the Count, and after trying a little to school my nerves, I found a soft quietude come over me. Here I am, sitting at a little oak table where in old times possibly some fair lady sat to pen, with much thought and many blushes, her ill-spelt love-letter, and writing in my diary in shorthand all that has happened since I closed it last. It is nineteenth century up-to-date with a vengeance. And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere "modernity" cannot kill.
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An Indian man was also drowned in Hobart recently after being pushed into the river. For a city with a relatively small Indian community this must be terrifying.
Apparently this is a trend huh
Also learn to swim smh
No word on the alleged perpetrators, related charges (needed for victims of crime compo?) nor any contribution they have or have not made? Ehh
it's sad, but australia no longer wants indians, chinese or non-whites around. We can become like 1950s Ireland or Wales and only have whites and fish and chips. Should be good?
It'll 1950s cuisine and a 1930s economy. Bloody heck.
I genuinely can't make sense of any of these comments
That is a sad story.
He's not Australian and his parents live in India so it's probably best he gets some insurance payout and takes that money back to India where it will go further.
The NDIS is already billions over budget and I'm not convinced tax payers should foot the bill for this. Make the university sector underwrite it - they are the ones who collect billions in tuition dollars.
Based "not with my tax dollars" enjoyer
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— Stonetoss Comics (@stone_toss) May 16, 2024
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man gets so mad while arguing about the war in Ukraine 
that he sets his house 
on fire, runs through the streets naked, and bites a dog
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Tom Holland’s POV: https://t.co/xKsu161bjK pic.twitter.com/1bbHwJ1czR
— jaylenz (@itsJaylenz) May 15, 2024
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🤫 A story 
shared by Jack Dorsey, the founder of Twitter, uncovered that the current leaders of Signal, an allegedly “secure” messaging 
app, are activists used by the US state 
department for regime change abroad 🥷
https://twitter.com/jack/status/1787895769183268948
https://www.city-journal.org/article/signals-katherine-maher-problem
🥸 The US government spent $3M to build 
Signal's encryption, and today 
the exact same encryption is implemented in WhatsApp, Facebook Messenger, Google 
Messages and even Skype. It looks almost as if big tech in the US is not allowed to build 
its own encryption protocols that would 
be independent of government interference 🐕🦺
🕵️♂️ An alarming number of important people I've spoken to remarked that their “private” Signal messages had been exploited against them in US courts or media. But whenever somebody raises doubt 
about their encryption, Signal's typical response is “we are open source 
so anyone can verify that everything is all right”. That, however, is a trick 
🤡
🕵️♂️ Unlike Telegram, Signal doesn't allow researchers to make sure that their GitHub code is the same code that is used in the Signal app run on users' iPhones. Signal refused to add reproducible builds for iOS, closing a GitHub request from the community. And WhatsApp doesn't even publish the code of its apps, so all their talk about “privacy” is an even more obvious 
circus 
trick💤
https://github.com/signalapp/Signal-iOS/issues/641
🛡 Telegram is the only massively popular messaging service 
that allows everyone 
to make sure that all of its apps indeed use the same open source code that is published on Github. For the past ten years, Telegram Secret 
Chats have remained the only popular method of communication that is verifiably private 💪
cute twink
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