Felons can be elected president, but in most cases, cannot vote in the presidential election. Because, America… I guess.

Warning: Residency in the state of Texas may result in the inability to function as a decent human being.

Can you provide some detail on your comment? As a non colorblind person, I would like to understand how this image could have been modified to include our colorblind brethren.

As a member of the south, I can say with confidence: You do NOT want the south to sit down and discuss anything… The results would be disastrous.

“Zero tolerance” policy on fighting. Any “active” participation resulted in automatic suspension. That part sounds fine, but active participation included things like holding up your hands in self defense or trying to push the person sitting on your chest while punching you in the face off of you.

I’m definitely not a Linux expert, but I found that being logged in locally and remotely with the same user account will cause this. Try setting up unique accounts for local\remote.

All of we are sane says us.

I honestly don’t think it matters at this point. The company that publishes the app has all of your data. Almost any big publisher will sell all of the data they collect. Once it is sold, it can be resold. Even if it isn’t sold, high profile hacks are dime-a-dozen these days. Assume anything you put into an electronic device will, eventually, make it’s way into an open database someday.

But, but, but… I only have Mustard and Turnip shirts! What do I do!!!

I can’t think of any popular tech YouTube channels based in or near Alabama. As was mentioned above, a local community college CIS or CS department would probably be a great place to get some assistance, or at least put you in contact with more local resources.

The YouTube channels mentioned above by @[email protected] are some of my favorites. Craft Computing and Level 1 Techs are two others.

I’m there are also many people here on Lemmy that would be willing to hop into a Discord call with you and discuss some of the basics.

Where are you located?

For your reading pleasure, I present this literary masterpiece of an Amazon review for a 55 gallon drum of personal lubricant, circa 2014.

Backyard Carnival of Death Reviewed in the United States 🇺🇸 on February 28, 2014 I’m a risk analyst for a major insurance firm, so when my wife and I were planning a birthday party for our seven-year-old, Crispin, my mind naturally turned to liabilities. We’d settled on the theme of a “backyard carnival”, complete with a swing set, a trampoline, merry-go-round, and a giant Slip `n Slide. So I carefully inspected the equipment for safety. It all seemed sound.

We have a home on a bluff overlooking the ocean. As it happened, on the day of the party our neighbors were trimming their fichus trees. We heard the sound of their wood chipper buzzing occasionally from the other side of our tall hedge. It was a little irritating, but not disruptive.

The party started off wonderfully. A clown we’d hired made balloon animals, Crispin eagerly opened his presents, and all the children enjoyed cake and fruit punch. The weather was mild, the skies clear. It seemed a perfect day.

Then we brought out the Slip `n Slide.

The problem with water slides is what we in the trade call “distributed water deficiency zones”, or in layman’s terms, dry spots. If a child hits one of these, it can put the brakes on the fun, and send them sliding down a path of medical claims–contusions, concussions, lacerations, abrasions, whiplash, back rash, and disc impaction. And that’s just for starters. From there, it’s a slippery slope toward major litigation.

To avoid even the remote possibility of such injuries, I invested in this 55 gallon drum of water soluble personal lubricant–the idea being that the children could enjoy the slide in complete safety, then wash off in the hose before their parents came to retrieve them. With that in mind, I dipped each child into the vat before allowing them to cue up for the slide.

The Slip `n Slide itself performed admirably, as did the lubricant. That, in fact, was the problem. Due to the slight downhill gradient of our yard, the children built up so much speed that they skidded across the lawn and into a retaining wall at the other end of our property, with sufficient force that I had to put an end to the activity.

I endeavored to roll up the mat–no easy task, as the lawn surrounding the slide was itself now lubricated, and I struggled to maintain my footing. When I looked up from my labor, I grasped for the first time the scope of the liabilities I had unleashed–a horde of extremely well-lubricated seven-year-olds, hyped up on sugar and desperate for fun.

I saw young Eliza Gimmelman climb onto the trampoline. She began jumping, but the pad soon became so slick that she lost all control. Her wild flailing unfortunately fell into harmonic synchronization with the motion of the springs, propelling her ever higher, until she soared above the trampoline’s safety enclosure, over the hedge and into the neighbor’s yard. There came a ghastly grinding sound, and I could tell from the crimson plume that followed, it would be a total loss.

Twins Jeremy and Mason Lafferty were on the swing set. Having attained the swings’ full range of motion, they were apparently having difficulty holding on. At that point, the swings became human catapults. Mason separated on the backswing, arcing over the roof of our home toward the street beyond. I surmised from the screeching tires, car horns and screams of horror that he was also unrecoverable. A terrified Jeremy soon lost his grip as well, sailing forward over the bluff, and plummeting 300 feet down into the ice-cold, shark-infested waters of the San Francisco Bay. An open claim, but not promising.

The rest of the children were clinging to the merry-go-round. Having just witnessed the violent deaths of at least two of their playmates, they were no longer in the mood for fun. However, the lubricant had dripped from their glistening bodies into the central cog, allowing it to spin far faster than it was designed to, and this, likely combined with other factors–their relative weight distribution, the slight incline of the ground–caused their motion to become self-sustaining, and the centrifugal force built upon itself until they became a blurry, screaming disk of human suffering. Then they began to fly off like cannon balls.

Martin Duckworth was the first to go, causing significant structural damage to our greenhouse. Lisa Aurelio shattered a line of ceramic garden gnomes, and Ethan Green slammed into our Audi Q7 so hard it had to be written off–as, tragically, did he. Several other children left what looked like gingerbread man indentations in the siding of our home. It was terrifying.

When the wheel finally came to a stop, there was only one child aboard. As luck would have it, it was our own beloved Crispin, huddled in the center of the merry-go-round, weeping. My wife ran to him and hugged him with all the might of a relieved, traumatized parent. A little too hard, as it turned out. Lubricated as he was, he shot from her arms like a wet bar of soap, up fifteen feet in the air, landed on the trampoline, and then soared, in a half-gainer, over the hedge, into the wood chipper.

Since then, I’ve asked myself a thousand times, is there anything I could have done differently? But in the end, no actuary table could have predicted this bloodbath. I can only conclude that this was an act of God. And that, to me, is truly terrifying. Because we’re not covered for that.

Hyundai N has added an artificial gearbox and engine sound in a bid to capture the spirit of a traditional petrol hot hatch.

Two of the reasons I prefer EVs… Someone doesn’t know their target audience

High quality zip ties with a reasonable amount of the machine actually inside the case. I would say this is above average.