I love my condiments. So much so that my daughters will often refer to me as “condiment man”. At any one time my fridge is probably at least half full of various pickles, relishes, sauces, mayos, and other substances purporting to be “good with food
“The ‘woke’ solution is to ban stuff. There’s no attempt at an adult dissection of the costs and benefits, just as there wasn’t during the covid era - just a Pavlovian response to anything that might impact safety.”
The Sue Huff twixt doesn’t say any of this. It just makes a couple of factual assertions and asks a couple of questions.
I knew a mom who made sure she drove her young family around in one of the biggest available SUV models because she didn’t want to be on the losing side in case of a collision. Does a person considering the environmental and safety costs associated with that sort of arms race make kinetic energy woke?
Öhm. .. . .. . Huff? She's named Huff? Oh dear me, so when her partner "goes home", it's in a Huff?
She should marry some frenchman named Le Puff, so she could call herself Sue HuffLePuff. And get Sue-d.
Seriously - if a truck like that hits her head-on at any speed above 30kmh, she'll get hurt. A high truck will either drag her under the wheels - ouchtime - or swat her to the side, also ouchtime. A low truck will snap her legs and deposit her through the windshield - and at speed even carglass shreds flesh - or hurl her above the car so that she lands rolling and bouncing on the ground.
I mean, I don't even need to be physicist to realise that 1500 kilos moving at say 55kmh hitting 50kilos of meat equals bad news, no matter what kind of vehicle said 1500kilos are.
As to why the truck needs to be big and raised; ground clearance plus accessability plus the more I can haul in one go, the less I need to drive.
I have taken to moderating my blood pressure by using a mantra: “the Blessings of Liberty,” I murmur to myself soothingly as my compatriots chant “death to America” at protests. “The Blessings of Liberty” as the ALA argues that pornography is not out of place among Hop on Pop and Charlotte’s Web but rather the “queer” object of unjust condemnation. (I know, I know: I live in 2024 America and this mantra makes me a white supremacist foe of democracy. I still haven’t been able to accustom myself to “as long as there is even one person in the world who thinks differently than I do, I am not free.”)
“The ‘woke’ solution is to ban stuff. There’s no attempt at an adult dissection of the costs and benefits, just as there wasn’t during the covid era - just a Pavlovian response to anything that might impact safety.”
The Sue Huff twixt doesn’t say any of this. It just makes a couple of factual assertions and asks a couple of questions.
I knew a mom who made sure she drove her young family around in one of the biggest available SUV models because she didn’t want to be on the losing side in case of a collision. Does a person considering the environmental and safety costs associated with that sort of arms race make kinetic energy woke?
Öhm. .. . .. . Huff? She's named Huff? Oh dear me, so when her partner "goes home", it's in a Huff?
She should marry some frenchman named Le Puff, so she could call herself Sue HuffLePuff. And get Sue-d.
Seriously - if a truck like that hits her head-on at any speed above 30kmh, she'll get hurt. A high truck will either drag her under the wheels - ouchtime - or swat her to the side, also ouchtime. A low truck will snap her legs and deposit her through the windshield - and at speed even carglass shreds flesh - or hurl her above the car so that she lands rolling and bouncing on the ground.
I mean, I don't even need to be physicist to realise that 1500 kilos moving at say 55kmh hitting 50kilos of meat equals bad news, no matter what kind of vehicle said 1500kilos are.
As to why the truck needs to be big and raised; ground clearance plus accessability plus the more I can haul in one go, the less I need to drive.
Maybe she should try Huff-ing some reality?
I have taken to moderating my blood pressure by using a mantra: “the Blessings of Liberty,” I murmur to myself soothingly as my compatriots chant “death to America” at protests. “The Blessings of Liberty” as the ALA argues that pornography is not out of place among Hop on Pop and Charlotte’s Web but rather the “queer” object of unjust condemnation. (I know, I know: I live in 2024 America and this mantra makes me a white supremacist foe of democracy. I still haven’t been able to accustom myself to “as long as there is even one person in the world who thinks differently than I do, I am not free.”)