FuglyDuck

So, you can speak to a public defender at any time you’re interacting with the criminal legal courts…this includes as a victim- under your right to legal counsel.

I would suggest asking someone at the court house.

They can assist you with far better advice navigating the shitshow that is the courts and may be willing to help get photos taken down.

They have investigated themselves and found no wrongdoing, I imagine.

Yup!

I believe the strategy was to just sit down.

they will have bodies in the with the protestors egging people on.

Just a suggestion. if you see someone in the protest with handcuffs printing in their pocket, mention it to the organizers/safety peeps. Especially if they’re encouraging people to escalate things.

They’re not eating them, (it apparently doesn’t show up in their poo, and the carrot is usually large enough that it’d do something)

And they’re not bringing them home…. (Their vegan daughter would have been delighted about that. She normally gets a free supply though.)

Which, I imagine they’re bringing the carrot as a gift to a really confused third neighbor.

I met my neighbor’s cat cuz they got stuck breaking into my greenhouse to steal carrots.

Still don’t know what they do with them.

Don’t eat junk food! Instead, compost and eat the veggies.

To be honest, I’m not sure I care about the humans.

I believe that’s just called masturbation.

Yeah. no. These are funds to stop things like 9/11 style attacks. These aren’t funds to stop domestic terrorism; and not funding, for example, LGA or JFK airports is going to be a major risk to everyone.

My grandma was an absolute redneck. The only foods that were especially noteworthy were the pan fried catfish; along with the canned tomatoes and green beans (but only because she grew them in her backyard.)

Everything else was a “secret recipe” straight from the back of a mayo tub. (Or similarly disconcerting.)

And the thing about the catfish is you do not want to know how much lard it was fried in. (Maybe the recipe came the lard box?)

I love her, though, and I have to be clear: she was not the “bad” kind of redneck.

Now grampa? Both his dad and grandfather were moonshiners, and I still have their heirloom recipe book. Apparently grandma didn’t know he kept a still in his shed. (Which, incidentally is where her mason jars disappeared to.)

Also need to shout out an honorable mention to my neighborhood Abuela. Not that’s she’s gone yet. Her Tamales will be missed by hundreds. And I have an arrangement- I provide tomatoes, peppers and garlic (which i grow,) and we split the resulting salsas and moles 50/50.

Id say her tamales were to die for- but really, all you have to do is ask. (Or catch a cold. A pregnancy is practically a lifetime supply…) (giving and sharing food is how she expresses that she cares, and she basically loves most people.)

opera is a better form of theater.

Garden variety villains.

(I’ll see my self out. These look like roe deer.)

Looks like an Abignail to me.

Well, those kinds of ladies tend to buy their own, heh.

Except their dicks. S’why they compensate so much, with all their guns and general assholeishness.

Pete Kegseth.

I’d call him “that fucker” but there’s too many fuckers for that to be clear.

It’s Russia’s fault. If they didn’t want Ukrainians to blow them up, they could, you know, not have oil tanks.

Or get the fuck out of Ukraine.

Partially?

Guess we’re invading Norway, huh?