What person, arguing in good faith, could state that they believe driving while drunk, at high speeds, while operating a cell phone, would likely not result in an accident? I'd love to see the train of thought laid out for that argument.
This was no accident.
He drove while drunk. He made a decision to become impaired. While impaired, he decided to get behind the wheel of a vehicle. He made a decision to drive unreasonably fast, beyond the speed limit and beyond his ability to safely operate the vehicle. He further made a decision to take a photo while operating his vehicle.
All were his choice to make, and thus the repercussions of his choices were no accident.
Does society want a person inclined to make such decisions roaming about freely? How many years of incarceration are likely to eliminate his continuation of such behavior?
A leak between the bowl and floor would not change the level in the tank... unless there was also a leak in the tank.
They need to do a shit ton more than just hint.
Back in the late 80's, my dad was a trucker, hauling asphalt. Pulled into the depot on a Friday night expecting to go home (he was already over hours and cooking the log book). Dispatcher told him to take another load out. Dad pointed at the five fresh drivers playing poker around a table, told the dispatcher to send one of them.
Monday morning, they fired him, and told him why, straight to his face and the voice recorder sitting in his pocket.
According to OSHA and Dad's lawyer, it was an open and shut case. While the case was pending, the company blackballed Dad from the trucking industry. Being in St. Lawrence County of Upstate NY, he wasn't able to find a job elsewhere either. They buried us in paperwork, delayed the court case, and starved us out. Two years later, Dad settled. After the lawyer, he got a measely $12k.
Trump and the judiciary are going to do the same damn thing to this country. Doesn't matter whether he's guilty. They're gonna delay and stall and bury us in paperwork until we starve and settle for table scraps.
Rather apparent that you don't.
... You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane All they will call you will be "deportee"... https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=awKLW7WgGB8&si=uknAHeB2oFiVV5Fv
Skip the toilet paper and install a bidet.
My guess is yes, on account of me living in the Capital District for two decades and never heard hamburgers referred to as steamed ham. I rarely watch the Simpson's, so it all makes sense now.
I'd greatly appreciate a miraculous panacea for my rheumatoid arthritis, especially one available at turmeric's price point. I've gone through a gamut of biologics that my immune system builds resistance against. Rinvoq's doing pretty good at taking the edge off currently, but I still flare up if triggered. It's also running a $6,000 wholesale a month... thank [deity] for insurance and copay assistance.
Delicious food is great, but alleviating my pain and fatigue during an RA flare? Manna from heaven.
_prick /prĭk/ noun
... A small, sharp, local pain, such as that made by a needle or bee sting ... A pointed object, such as an ice pick, goad, or thorn. _
Suppose calling men bees is more polite than calling them pricks..
The season will be opening up here in Upstate NY soon. It can't come soon enough.
Picked up a Force 5 dinghy plus trailer years ago, for the low low price of $100. Prior owner had let water sit in the mast tube, cracking it vertically. Trailer bunks were set up improperly as well, leading to some gnarly cracks in the hull. Without having any sailing experience, I was besotted with her (I can't resist a good project), until I learned the sail slipped over the mast and wasn't raised via halyard. I set her aside for a few years while I worked on other boat projects that fell into my lap (O'Day 19 & Westerly Centaur).
I'm based on a river with height restrictions in both directions, preventing me from actually sailing with the O'Day and the Westerly. The dinghy can make it under with feet to spare. I'd like to get some actual sailing in,, so I've set myself a goal to finish the rehab and get her on the water before the end of the season.
Mast tube has been repaired. Ground out and beveled the cracks in the hull, then fiberglassed several layers over. I hate mixing gelcoat, so I'll be painting instead. PVC replacements for the thwart bits are sitting in the pile, ready to go.
Trailer needs some work as well: bunkers need to be secured better, tires and bearings need inspection.
"Would no one rid me of this troublesome priest?"