It's explained on his Wikipedia page. He was an Army captain in the Kosovo War, when a NATO commander (Wesley Clark, who later ran for President) ordered his unit to secure Pristina Airport, which Russian troops had already occupied. Blunt refused to engage them, long enough for the British general get involved to countermand the order, on the grounds that he didn't want his men to start WW3.

Not believable; Epstein died over 5 years ago. All the girls in that book are way too old for Gaetz by now.

But have we tried feeding a human infant 24kg of fish per week? Y'know, for science.

Did anyone tell you that his daughter had recurrent health issues, and had two forms of pneumonia at the time of her death, either one of which could have caused the symptoms that the hospital thought could have indicated "shaken baby syndrome"?

No? Actually, nobody told the jury at his trial, as well. This case was a mockery of justice from the start.

The answer is in the headline. WCK is halting its operations. IDF Mission: Accomplished.

It's gotten to the point where I kind of hope it's not the real Margot Robbie. I want to stand in awe of somebody out there who's this committed to the joke.

Random question: How come God always agrees with these loons in whatever kooky-ass shit they pray to Him about? Why does he never respond, "Lol, no, that's dumb."?

I had a number of thoughts, and realized that the common factor in my examples is this: Large numbers. Like, really large numbers. I read on Lemmy yesterday that parrots can count to 17, and I'm not convinced that humans can do much better. Maybe close to 1,000 at the far outer limit, but that's really it.

Lots of humans deny evolution, saying that there's no way that we evolved from the same ancestors as other primates, but we think that the pharaohs in Egypt ruled a really, really long time ago. So while we can see changes pile up down the generations even in our lifetimes, we have a hard time extrapolating that to such timescales as 12 million years since the last common primate ancestor. Our little primate brains can't even begin to conceive of it, much less the ~180,000,000 years of the Age of Dinosaurs.

Lots of humans deny climate change and pollution, saying that there's no way our small consumption can affect a planet so big. We just have no intuitive understanding of how eating a hamburger, or burning a gallon of gasoline to get to work, scales to 8 billion of us.

And let's not even get into wealth inequality, except to say that surveys regularly find that humans can't even begin to conceive of the magnitude of the wealth gap.

TL;DR; I'll just fill in the punchline from all of the previous, similar news articles: Mike Johnson and his wife are self-loathing sexual deviants. Got it.

Also, it's suffering from what programmers call premature optimization. Reddit has hundreds of thousands of subreddits breaking down topics into incredibly niche subtopics. It's good, because the volume of posts is so high that talk about e.g. a particular indie game would get buried in a general videogames subreddit.

So, it seems like Lemmings want to copy that structure, and create a community for every tiny niche right away. But there aren't enough of us. It's like trying to start a nuclear chain reaction with your fuel all spread out. We'll never reach critical mass that way.

Instead, we need communities for general topics, so people actual see and engage with posts. So, for example, instead of hoping that c/whatisthisthing will get going, post such questions in c/asklemmy. There're not so many posts that it'll bury other topics yet, but if requests to identify objects really start taking off, then branch off a new community. That's how Usenet grew back in the day.

The core concept here is to get people talking to each other. That's more important than rigid categorization. That comes later, at this stage it's premature optimization.

(Also, for myself, I'd rather see Lemmy develop its own culture and communities, rather than try to be just a not-Rdddit Reddit.)

I wanted to buy a sailboat in Arizona, but it was too heavy for my existing vehicle. Boat transport services are really expensive, so I bought a rusty, 16-year-old van. Literally the third time I drove it (1. Get it home, 2. Register it), I hit the road across the continent.

Now, this would be a really good story if that decision had gone horribly wrong, but I'm on that boat in Wisconsin right now. The van made it. I did discover that it had no spare tire when the exhaust pipe broke on the Kansas Turnpike, and I looked underneath for the first time. It was a loud journey through Iowa that day, but I had earplugs.

On dating and relationships: "Just be confident."

It's not wrong, but spectacularly unhelpful. I mean, a brain surgeon has to be confident to go cutting into somebody's head, but clearly that's not enough, right? Confidence as a romantically-attractive quality is a very particular (and peculiar) performance. Going to a party 110% certain of one's own value, sitting in a corner with a confident set of one's jaw, and silently waiting for the ladies to form a queue is...

...sufficient, apparently, because you just to be confident.