I remember a case of a woman writing some politicians on how much she agreed with him on his anti-abortion stance, she rambled several pages about the the sanctity of life etc.
And closed of with "P.S., I', with you on hanging, too!"
What have you learned today?
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And closed of with "P.S., I', with you on hanging, too!"
I've nothing against the Bible or any other religious text, but when people throw the "King James" version of the Bible at me as proof of concept, I'm quick to remind them that not only did English not exists when it was "written," the fact that King James was able to qualify it as his version, one should probably question how much was lost in translation over the course of several hundred years, but "word of God" if you want to...
I think something got lost in translation with the last bit.
That's pretty much what I was trying to go for though it got a bit muddled.
My favorite for those who base their homophobia in the bible because of Leviticus and the OT, but will ignore the biblical warnings against Xenophobia and being inhospitable towards guests, neighbors and immigrants....also in Leviticus. That part doesn't seem to matter though when a man in a red hat tells you "immigrants/furriners bad" or you just don't think they're civilized. Fuck, the Sin of Sodom, wasn't being homosexual, it was being rich selfish assholes towards less fortunate.
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Oh, not THOSE words of God; the ones that suit my narrative and belief system!!! #SelectiveReasoning
The earliest heat-seeking missiles tended to get confused by any heat source, including the sun.
Which evokes images of missiles in interplanetary space still on their way to the sun. "You just wait, you glowy bastard!"
Which evokes images of missiles in interplanetary space still on their way to the sun. "You just wait, you glowy bastard!"
I always wondered what qualified "heat" for a heat-seeking missile, but that is hilarious to think there might be some missiles, long out of gas, on their way to the sun. "Look, boys, I found ALL the heat! This way!"
They can basically distinguish anything with a bigger infra-red signature than the ambient air. Which is why early ones got confused by the sun. They were already good at picking up on any heat sources, but not smart enough to know exactly which one is the actual target.
Also, heat-seeking missiles don't snake through the air to track their target like they do in fiction. In reality, they're already aimed in the general direction of the target when fired, then fly at it in a straight line, making small course corrections halfway if necessary, then continue on in a straight line again. They have neither the fuel capacity nor steering capability to make turns bigger than a few degrees. And they usually don't try to actually hit the target, just explode close enough to shower it with shrapnel.
Today I learned that life has nothing left to offer me except ever-increasing levels of pain and physical degradation. Whee!
I am torn between asking why you learnt that today ans asking why you learnt that only today.
I learned that no one has any freaking clue where the phrase, "When push comes to shove" originates from. I got at least three different explanation of it being from rugby, mathamatics, or some vague African-American term. Seems that no one knows what they're talking about.
Today I learned my girl cat was actually a boy cat the whole time.
So funny story how this all came to pass. Got my cats as kittens, about 3 months old, who had been born on the street as ferals, rescued, taken to the local feral cat coalition(FCC), where they were given an intial exam/spayed/neutered and given the microchip/vaccine shots, etc. I got 2 and my sister got 2. The FCC designated 1 as a girl cat and 3 as boy cats. I took the girl and one of the boys, my sister took the other 2 boys.
My cats are indoor only. They don't go outside and they don't want to(because it's warm and safe inside and there's plenty of free food so why make life harder?), so they don't get sick. So I basically didn't take them to the vet(yeah, I know, I'm a bad cat dad). Well, in November 2021 one of my kitties stopped eating and I didn't notice until he'd lost a notable amount of weight, partially because I had a lot going on but also because he started doing that thing where he'd go hang out in a corner of an empty room alone most of the time(which should have tipped me off). Long story short: Kitty died of liver failure after not eating, despite me getting cat to eat again(but too late).Tried to get cat to a vet but all the vets are backed up like crazy because Covid and such.
So got my other cat, the girl cat, an appointment for an exam. Took a while, because of the aforementioned vet backup to establish care(lesson learned: Get your pet a vet so you can get them care much faster). Kitty is in good health, but the vet said "Yesh, your girl cat is a boy. Has boy cat parts instead of girl cat parts. He was neutered instead of spayed at that initial exam". The official paperwork from 10 years ago says Female cat, so best we can tell someone made a mistake on the paperwork and wrote "F" instead of "M".
My kid was upset to hear that(4 year olds get upset for weird reasons) but we talked and she understands it's still the same cat. I also told her we're not changing the name and she can call kitty a boy or girl if she wants. Personally, as weird as it is, I'm gonna keep going with "girl" and the same name, despite knowing kitty is male. Kitty don't care. I treat the cat like a cat because as far as I can tell, there's no appreciable difference between a spayed female and a neutered male cat(They both spend 80% of the day sleeping and the other 20% being little weirdos). I also can't tell the difference between male and female cats, I go with what I'm told is the gender, especially if the vet tells me. I looked up how to tell the two genders apart and even with photos I can still barely tell the difference(and it invovles taking close looks at the area just below the butt, which isn't where I want to look if I can help it).
And I wasn't the only one fooled either. My wife, who has known the cat almost as long as I have, never noticed the cat wasn't a girl. Nobody who has met kitty ever noticed(several of which have their own cats). It's not like the cat is going tell me, nor do i think the cat even fucking cares.
So funny story how this all came to pass. Got my cats as kittens, about 3 months old, who had been born on the street as ferals, rescued, taken to the local feral cat coalition(FCC), where they were given an intial exam/spayed/neutered and given the microchip/vaccine shots, etc. I got 2 and my sister got 2. The FCC designated 1 as a girl cat and 3 as boy cats. I took the girl and one of the boys, my sister took the other 2 boys.
My cats are indoor only. They don't go outside and they don't want to(because it's warm and safe inside and there's plenty of free food so why make life harder?), so they don't get sick. So I basically didn't take them to the vet(yeah, I know, I'm a bad cat dad). Well, in November 2021 one of my kitties stopped eating and I didn't notice until he'd lost a notable amount of weight, partially because I had a lot going on but also because he started doing that thing where he'd go hang out in a corner of an empty room alone most of the time(which should have tipped me off). Long story short: Kitty died of liver failure after not eating, despite me getting cat to eat again(but too late).Tried to get cat to a vet but all the vets are backed up like crazy because Covid and such.
So got my other cat, the girl cat, an appointment for an exam. Took a while, because of the aforementioned vet backup to establish care(lesson learned: Get your pet a vet so you can get them care much faster). Kitty is in good health, but the vet said "Yesh, your girl cat is a boy. Has boy cat parts instead of girl cat parts. He was neutered instead of spayed at that initial exam". The official paperwork from 10 years ago says Female cat, so best we can tell someone made a mistake on the paperwork and wrote "F" instead of "M".
My kid was upset to hear that(4 year olds get upset for weird reasons) but we talked and she understands it's still the same cat. I also told her we're not changing the name and she can call kitty a boy or girl if she wants. Personally, as weird as it is, I'm gonna keep going with "girl" and the same name, despite knowing kitty is male. Kitty don't care. I treat the cat like a cat because as far as I can tell, there's no appreciable difference between a spayed female and a neutered male cat(They both spend 80% of the day sleeping and the other 20% being little weirdos). I also can't tell the difference between male and female cats, I go with what I'm told is the gender, especially if the vet tells me. I looked up how to tell the two genders apart and even with photos I can still barely tell the difference(and it invovles taking close looks at the area just below the butt, which isn't where I want to look if I can help it).
And I wasn't the only one fooled either. My wife, who has known the cat almost as long as I have, never noticed the cat wasn't a girl. Nobody who has met kitty ever noticed(several of which have their own cats). It's not like the cat is going tell me, nor do i think the cat even fucking cares.
Today I learned that these are behaviors of a sick cat.
This is exactly the behavior of my girlfriend's cat we had to put down last week. We had no idea these were indicators of any illness, we thought she was just being really picky food-wise (she was already notorious for this,) and as for why she was waking up out of her cat bed and sauntering into the bathroom to sleep there, we thought it was just a new one of her myriad weird behaviors. But when we noticed her weight loss, we took her in an yeah, diabetes and kidney failure. The only solution wasn't a solution at all: we would have had to hospitalize her for 5-6 days ($$$), then she'd have to come back for regular treatments for the rest of her life ($$$$$). She was over 15 years old, so the actual solution was fairly obvious.
But she WAS female the whole time; no surprises there.
Ah, sorry to hear that, but 15 is good years for a cat. Our oldest is in a similar way: lots of weight loss and drinking absolutely loads (sign of kidney problems). She's a sprightly thing for pushing 17 or so, but we know its coming I think. Trips to the vet are so terribly stressful for her that ongoing treatment wouldn't be a viable long-term option anyway, the stress would be too much.
Yeah this cat (Ellie) was drinking tons of water, too, so we were surprised when the vet called and said she was dehydrated and they had put her on fluids. A few hours later we got the call that it was "send your son to college, or buy this cat another year MAYBE."
I appreciate your sentiments, but she was my girlfriend's cat; let's just say I wasn't a fan. Watching my girlfriend and her teenaged son in absolute misery broke my heart, but the first day without late-night meowing and a funky litter box was absolute zen.
But my sentiments towards the feline persuasion aside, I know what it's like to lose a pet you DO love, so it is I who is sorry to hear you might be going through something similar.
Thanks - for all we know we might be clearing that horrific litter tray for some time yet! (And it does seem to get more horrific at this point in their lives.)
My cat also died from kidney failure. Didn't notice much, though my parents usually fed her. Then one day, she was walking around clumsy like drunk. Took eher to the vet who showed me her yellowish gums, exclaiming she was rotting alive. I opted to have her put down, still get sad about it.
Yeah, it sucks to think that our fur friends have suffered in silence when we discover they are gravely ill for much longer than we suspected. I'm sorry to hear about your cat, but glad it's not suffering anymore.
Well, one bright spot I guess was that, according to the vet, she didn't suffer too much, the side-effects of her disease dulling her sense,s including pain. That was something I had noticed, she was always very afraid of other cats but on her last day, she would stumble right next to one, apparently only noticing him when he hissed at her (in what I presume was considerable confusion).