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@eps_leon
Signed up just for Planetside 2, Twitter is shit. If you believe something you read on the internet, you are a very smart person.

Take a 102-year-old man from his home in Canada and you risk never seeing him alive again. That’s the MAID reality families fear. @OPP_News show up in Tillsonburg with a court order. Son: “Not opening the door. Break it if you have a warrant. It’s under appeal.” The father is clear: he’ll die where he chooses. He sounds clear and rational to me. The dispute? Sister wants the farm. Father wants to stay. She alleges dementia, son says he is clear and rational. Police are caught in the middle. But enforcing a Thursday night order on Good Friday with no time for legal response is dirty pool. In the end the officers leave because they are not going to kick down the door and the son knows it. The son also says he doesn't trust the police or the courts. These days, I don't blame him at all.




No wonder Americans voted Trump in TWO times





Artemis II launch… caught in my glasses reflection


bruh...bad hygiene excuse me? why were you zooming in to begin with? sorry a lesbian just existing is icky to you.



Tesla FSD heard what the driver couldn’t. Ambulance coming. Car moves. No hesitation. Deaf driver just rides. FSD handles it. That’s serious backup. @Tesla



what unpopular opinion about ABORTION can put you in this position???



Not happy with smashing up & looting shops, these feral little b*stards are now smashing up police cars. When will our knee bending leader stand at his podium calling out these little twats. Wheres the full force of the law?


Huge respect to the volunteers who took to the streets of Southall right after the Nagar Kirtan to make the streets spotless. Working alongside Ealing Council, they made sure the roads were cleaned for the local residents. It is amazing to see so much unity, energy, and dedication to keeping the area tidy after such a massive event




>be horse, 10,000 BC >thunder across the Eurasian steppes in massive herds >humans approach with spears >heart pounding >be cornered >they don't eat you >they offer grain and salt >be domesticated horse, 4000 BC >humans tie a cart to you and your friend >pull the cart around >every human that witnesses your work is amazed >your kind spreads across the world side by side with man >be warhorse, 2000 BC >you pull the chariots that decide empires >without your speed and power, no conquest, no trade routes >the Hittites, the Egyptians, the Mycenaeans >their glory rides on your legs >civilization is literally pulled forward under your power >be warhorse, 300BC >bigger and stronger than ever before >humans now ride on your back >be called Bucephalus >carry your master across the world >kingdoms fall under your hooves and your master's sword >hailed as the greatest of your kind to ever live >sire a legendary lineage that becomes the envy of the kingdoms of men >be warhorse, 44BC >so widespread and diverse that armies are made up of men and horses from thousands of miles apart >turn the tide of world-changing battles and maneuvers >roads your trod down will be used for millennia >history is carried forward on your back >be warhorse, 900 AD >armored head to hoof >steel in the field, genteel in the pasture >just like the master >you carry the men that bring news, help, honor, and leadership >you are the symbol and source of their status >civilization depends on you >be warhorse, 1683 AD >Islam lays siege to Vienna with all of Europe prostrate beyond >the city is desperate for relief >supplies are short and the underminers threaten the walls >3,000 men in winged armor ride on your back to the salvation of Christendom >Europe is literally saved by your turn of the tide >be standard horse, 1778 AD >15 years old >pretty unremarkable but notice loud noises don't bother you >be given away as a gift >owner already has another horse, but alright >he ends up liking you more because you don't care about noise >he starts riding you through a bunch of crowds making a ton of noise >become a famous symbol of the era and watch the British Empire surrender to your boss >America is literally born on your back >be workhorse, 1915 AD >drafted along with your master to fight for the king >pull ammunition carts from rail depots to guns >the machine-horses on tracks make your job easier because you don't have carry as much as far >eight million of your kind are killed to fight the war to end all wars >the war doesn't end war >the war ends your relationship with mankind >be horse, 1955 AD >nobody has use for you anymore >they've made smaller machine horses >they're cheaper to feed >they're easier to learn >they carry more weight >they take all of your jobs >be horse, 2026 AD >nobody cares about you anymore >you survive as a pet to young rich girls >sometimes she shows you off to an audience but you feel something is missing >your cousin runs races for gambling addicts >your brother sometimes pulls tourists around in New York >you heard of some horses that carry cops around but it sounds like folklore >there are more toys of your kind than actual horses
























