Amusing little Anglo-Saxon factoid: back then, in the primitive era of medicine, the English were convinced that toads were poisonous, just as poisonous as snakes. And it wasn't just them! It was a belief that went all the way back to the proto-Indo-Europeans.
English words "frog" and "toad" aren't proto-Indo-European, at least as far as we know. But check out the PIE word for "wart." It's *wordhₓos. Transparent, hasn't changed over 7,000 years. Now, the PIE word for "frog?" Yup: *wordhₓos. They thought frogs & toads gave you warts.
Of course, much later in history the Europeans would hit the New World and discover ACTUAL poisonous frogs (like the poison dart frogs of Central/South America). But European frogs & toads? Nope. Just folk myth that became universal because of their warty looking skin.
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First rule of presenting a case: make sure your witnesses won't embarrass your team and their case, and do your absolute best to prep them to come off sober and reasonable. But nobody's minding the store here, it's just Id run amok.
Here's the thing that nobody's bothered to point out on the GOP irredentist side, but they should: they have every right to be *really f***ing excited* about how Trump and the GOP performed in WI/MI/PA despite...well, everything.
<kneels at the foot of a cliff with a red orb, is swept away by a tiny tornado>
I know the Angry Video Game Nerd famously hated Castlevania II: Simon's Quest, but I loved it as kid, crap translation and all. Fond memories of playing it as an 8yo after having major eye surgery, home for two weeks seeing triple as my brain recovered from the disorientation.
Welp, it happened. I've finally hit COVID-19 quarantine rock-bottom. I finally allowed Mrsoteric to cut my hair herself.
Anything was better than living another day with the truly remarkable stringy-stranded mullet I had grown. People were actually avoiding getting into elevators with me after taking a look at the tufts of hair sprouting from behind my neck.
When she was done, there was enough hair left on the floor for an entire second person. I have...far too much hair. But it beats male-pattern baldness, I suppose.
The Presidential race was close in many swing states, but not THAT close, certainly not close enough where fraud or a bad count could have changed the numbers.
You want close? Look at the final margin of Iowa's 2nd House district. THAT is close.
I thought CA-25 was going to be "close" (and it is!). IA-2 laughs in the face of the CA-25 race.
10,000 votes is very close! Now let me tell you a story about Florida in the year 2000.
And Marianne Miller-Meeks is going to end up winning IA-2 by *SIX VOTES*. You see my point?
Back when Neil Young released this song, nobody really understood. He was mocked for it. It's maybe the most heartbreakingly moving thing he ever released, a song about trying to reach his noncommunicative son (severe cerebral palsy) through technology:
Young transforms his voice (via vocoder) into that of a weird digital angel to represent the transformation he hopes is possible for his son with technological help. And then they can finally share their love with one another. It's profoundly touching.
"Transformer man, still in command
Your eyes are shining on a beam through the galaxy of love
Transformer man, unlock the secrets
Let us throw off the chains that hold you down"